A Tale of Two Heroes

One Hero, Ari Fuld, worked hard, raised money for others, never took a really large wage despite raising prodigious amounts of money for several causes, raised 4 children on a limited budget, was a respected religious man who helped others return to their ancestral ways and was a shining example of what a Jewish person could aspire to be. He protected his people and continued to serve in the military reserves regularly, put others first, and showed his love and veneration for his ancestral lands by volunteering untold hours and travelling the entire world to debunk lies and spread honest truth. He was a hero to his people and in the story of the Jewish people. He will be forever remembered as a respected and loved husband , father and hero. They may never name a school after him, but the people whose lives he touched and anyone who ever met him, will remember him with fondness and respect. When he died, an entire country mourned and thousands of people attended his funeral. He is a hero not just for the way he died, mortally wounded and chasing the coward who murdered him and preventing that coward from harming anyone else with what were literally his last breaths, but for the way he lived, selflessly, for others not just himself.

The other “hero”,¬†¬†Khalil Jabbarin was a 17-year-old loser, he has done nothing notable with his life. Except one thing, he took a knife and snuck up behind a man who was on the phone and stabbed him in the back and then ran away. He killed a Jew, so now he is being lauded as a hero by his people, who handed out candies and posted his picture and name all over the place telling everyone what a hero this kid was. They will probably name a UNRWA school after him, at least if UNRWA still exists after this year. But in a few days he will be forgotten, nobody will remember anything he did, nobody cares. He is not even a footnote in the story of his people. The only lives he touched were the lives of the friends and family of the man he killed. The only thing of note he ever did was something evil, and pathetic. Nobody will look back at him with fondness or respect and when he dies, I doubt his funeral will reach double digits. He is being called a hero by his people because he snuck up behind a man and stabbed him and then ran away.

These heroes are the difference between these two peoples. One people have heroes who are heroes because they are loved and respected and do heroic things and place others before themselves. They do extraordinary things and are exemplary human beings. The other people? All you need to do is try to kill a Jew. I know which hero will stand before the creator unbowed and without trembling, and which one will be going somewhere unpleasant.

The truth is that there are not two heroes at all; there was one hero and one pathetic pitiful excuse for a human being.


Ryan Bellerose

A member of the indigenous Metis people, Ryan grew up in the far north of Alberta, Canada with no power nor running water. In his free time, Ryan plays Canadian Rules Football, reads books, does advocacy work for indigenous people and does not live in an Igloo.