The Hamas terrorists who rule Gaza see negotiations for Gilad Shalit’s release as a nerve-racking game which Israel is bound to lose. And they are right: It is a nerve-racking game, and Israel will lose, no matter how things turn out. Either the Jewish State will release a thousand terrorists in exchange for one child of Israel and hobble itself with the threat looming of future child kidnappings, or it will refuse to comply with the demands of the Jew-hating murderers and hobble itself with the threat looming of future child kidnappings. For what's to keep Hamas from doing it again?
Only ordinary Gazans themselves have the power to do that. What are they thinking—especially the women—as each day, engaged in their quotidian to-ing and fro-ing, they pass by a mural depicting Gilad counting the hours until his release from captivity among them? Do they recognize the degradation of celebrating, or accepting, or just ignoring the kidnapping of children for use as bargaining chips in the endless terror war against their neighbor?
Surely there have to be some who have begun to notice the flourishing of their brethren in Judea and Samaria and to ask themselves why they've been sentenced by Khaled Meshaal and his masters in Damascus and Syria to live lives as less than humans, as pawns in Hamas's own very nerve-racking game; and, feeling all the horror of what they've become, begin to contemplate taking a stand against it. The moment they do will be the moment Hamas's power over them—and the Israelis—ends.