Let's start with the bad news. Arabs have resumed their murdering ways, throwing, rocks, stones, boulders at Jews innocently traveling the roads in the Land of Israel. There was a time when these sights were murderously common.
In typical Israeli inventiveness, "rock-proof windows" were developed, extra-strong or specially coated or plastic car/bus windows became the government supported norm in Judea and Samaria. To this day, because the Arab terrorists upgraded their attacks with armed weapons, bulletproof buses and even cars became the norm. School and public buses are still bulletproof in many areas. And our bus fares have been halved officially to encourage people to take buses rather than unprotected or less protected private vehicles. Then we had some blessed years of quiet on the roads, and again people felt safe in regular vehicles, those without special protective windows.
Now, the Arabs are aiming to murder Jews on the roads again.
Ronit Avrahamof Shapira, known to many as Ronit the newscaster from Youtube political satire Latma, survived a road ambush by rock-throwing terrorists Sunday night. She was in the family car that was being driven by her husband, Eliezer (“Leizi”), and their small children.What's the good news? On this particular car, which I saw parked in my neighborhood, the damage was minimal. The window is still whole and nobody was hurt.
Shapira told the tale on her Facebook page.
“The rock terror has reached us, the Shapira family, too. An Arab terrorist tried to murder us too, tonight.
“We were traveling in our car in Samaria, at 10:00 p.m. Leizi identifies rocks on the road, understands what is happening. He shouts to me, to protect our babies in the back seat, and as fast as the speed of light, a stone (Not just any stone. Think of a large rock, and now think bigger. Something the size of a nice grapefruit) smashes the window next to me.
“Pieces of glass everywhere. On my body, in every possible place, on our babies. They are reclining innocently in their seats and a million bits of glass, large and small, cover them. And a kind of glass dust, that only G-d knows how to clean off of them. And off of me.
“I am injured. Blood. A little, but blood nonetheless. On the face, on the hands. On my baby’s leg. We flee for our lives. Scared to death that more rocks may be headed our way. I am not sure what is going on. Are we being fired upon? When the rocks hit the car, the noise is powerful, like gunshots. Plus the flying glass and the blood.