Selected Detective
BARUCH HAR - ZION BIOGRAPHY

For his growing supporters Baruch Har-Zion is the new David, the chosen warrior of God to combat the already excessive incongruity and usher his people into the Promised Land. Tough, fearless, revered in war, he is the epitome of the sturdy Jewish Hero Schtarker who cares for himself, his people and his God, and there's no sense of regret whatsoever about what tools or means were used to do all those things.

Born Boris Zegowsky in a small village in southern Ukraine, he came to Israel in 1970 at the age of 16, after he and his younger brother successfully smuggled themselves out of the Soviet Union, crossing half of Europe and surrendering to the Israeli Embassy in Vienna, claiming their right as Jews to make aliyah. The journey, for Har-zion, is like a spiritual journey, which is like an escape, an adventure into a mystical land that offers not only a safe haven from the corrosive Anti-Semitic attitudes of its home country, but the physical manifestation of God's promise to His chosen ones.

Har-zion has devoted the rest of his life to maintaining and developing the homeland.

First as a soldier in the IDF, where he served dedicatedly in the elite Sayeret matkal regiment; later, after a terrible fire when his humvee hit a mining area in southern Lebanon, he joined the military Intelligence, heading a unit tasked with recruiting and organizing informants from Palestine. It was this absolute devotion to the ideals of Israel that caused it to become what it is today, a devotion manifested in the acts of extreme heroism that he was twice awarded the medal of Valour for his courage, the Israeli medal is on par with the Victoria Cross and also extreme brutality. In 1982, the, he received a formal rebuke for harboring a young Lebanese girl on patrol and ordering his subordinates to threaten the girl unless he opened a secret about where hezbollah weapons were hidden (and the girl was notified him). During his time in military intelligence Har-zion was once sent to a war court over his statement that he had given authority to the menace of gang rape as a tool to punish Palestinian women as accomplices (all the charges have been removed after a major witness of execution died in a mysterious car accident).

And that's just the tip of an iceberg. Stories of violence, brutality and intimidation followed him wherever he went something that, far from making him care, instead emerged as a source of greater pride than all the credit for his bravery. “It's nice to be someone to admire,” once upon a time he once said, “but it's much more fun to be someone to be feared.” A fierce opponent of the Oslo peace accord to any peace accord involved in the conquest of every inch of Israeli land he abandoned military intelligence in the mid-1990s and entered politics, join forces first with the militant occupation organization Gush Emunim before breaking away to find the even more militant Chayalei David. David's campaign of dispossession and reoccupation of Arab lands was initially disbanded because it was considered the work of a mad fringe.

Al-Mulatham and the Palestinian Brotherhood, his hardline message is that there will be no guarantee of safety from suicide bombings until Israel's entire Eretz land is occupied by Jews and every Palestinian is pushed out of the border into Jordan to gain high popularity.

Meetings generally attract an even larger crowd, dinner events for fundraising are attended by more prominent guests. In the 2000 elections, he won a seat in the Knesset, and in some areas, he is now seriously being talked about as the future leader of Israel. “Bila Baruch Har-zion becomes Prime Minister, which means the end of the country,”, comments moderate Israeli politician Yehuda milan. “Bila Baruch Har-zion becomes Prime Minister, then it means the end of the yutzim like Judah milan,” Har-zion responded.

This resume rotates in Layla's mind as she stands staring at the man before her, with her hands covered in gloves, gray hair and a face with square jaws, pale and bearded, like a granite box covered in moss. Around him the press mosquito once again shouted various questions.

“Mr Har-zion, do you admit that you have broken the law for occupying this house?”

“Do you believe that there is accommodation that might materialize between Israel and Palestine?”

“Can you comment on a claim saying that your action was clearly assisted by Pm Sharon?”

“Is it true that you want to destroy the Dome of the Rock and build an Ancient Temple at that location?” Har-zion answers the questions one by one, with the weapon held tight to his sides, .. and, it is not an occupation, nor a settlement, but rather a liberation of the land belonging to the Jewish people which is a right of God. He explained it for twenty minutes before then giving a sign that there was nothing more to say, and he went back inside. Just stepping up, Layla came forward and shouted

“More than three years Chayalei member David has poisoned Palestinian wells, damaged Palestinian irrigation equipment, and cut Palestinian fruit orchards. Three separate members of your organisation have been jailed for Palestinian civilian killings, including one when an 11-year-old boy was beaten to death with an axe. You yourself have spoken with the blessing of Baruch Goldstein and Yigal Amir for your actions.

Aren't you an Israeli Al-Mulatham, Mr Har-zion?” Har-zion stalls, then turns slowly to face the press again, looking for Layla's face, looking into her eyes for some time. His gaze was so sharp, furious, even though something was flashing behind him, it was almost joyful, as if the two were doing a private game that only they knew the secret.

“Explain to me, Madame,” she mentioned the woman's name while spitting, as if it felt so bitter in her mouth “why when an Arab killed twenty civilians she called victims, but when a Jew defends himself and his family he is accused of being a murderer?” Layla returned the look in her eyes, refusing to be intimidated.

“So you support the unwarranted killing of Palestinian civil society?”

“I support the right of my people to live in peace and safety in the land God has given them.”

“Even if it involves systematic acts of terrorism?” Har-zion's face. Other reporters stared at them, the atmosphere suddenly silent, absorbed into a personal duel.

“There is only one group ****** in this region,” said Har-zion, “and it is not Jewish. Although you will not count it from your report.”

“According to you the murder of children is not terrorism?”

“I call it a tragedy of war, Miss al-madani. But it was not we who started that war.” He paused for a moment, with his eyes constantly staring at Layla. “Although of course we are the ones who will end it!” She returned Layla's gaze, and stepped back into her home.

“Female *****,” hiss one of Har-zion's followers as soon as he enters the room. “He needs a bullet to go through his head.” Har-zion smiles. “maybe, but still not. Even he is of no use.”