ABOVE: Unlike Ed O'Loughlin, Dustin the Turkey, Ireland's entry into the 2008 Eurovision Song Contest, is a fowl who was not instructed in the liberal arts in Trinity College Dublin, never learned how to be a gentleman and is neither lazy of character nor intemperate of habit. If you want to know what Ed looks like, you'll find a photo of him along with his Fairfax biography here (captioned O'Loughlin in Jerusalum") but be quick because he's left the room.Today, the Age permits its former Jerusalem Bureau chief Ed O'Loughlin one last opportunity to act as mouthpiece for his favourite cause and to reflect "on his time covering one of the world's most intractable conflicts" (
Wars between worlds) and, in producing the now standard tendentious drivel which characteristically consigns the gist of the conflict and what's really behind it to the blank pages, the man does not disappoint.
After 5½ years of slanted reporting and biased, one-sided trashing of Israel and its citizens which culminated recently with his self-exposure as an unabashed bigot who
inter alia gives credence to the blood libel of an alleged "unofficial Jewish taboo" on land sales to Moslems, O'Loughlin allows his own words to provide his former readership with a useful insight into the man and his agenda driven brand of journalism.
We discover for example, that he fits perfectly the description of a shnorer taken directly from the writings of such masters of Yiddish literature as the great Sholom Aleichem:
"Before I was sent to the Middle East in October 2002, I had spent the best part of eight years reporting on Africa, for this newspaper and for others. When people asked me which beat I preferred, I always said Africa, because it was bigger, and more romantic, and because you got to fly around in helicopters and light aircraft for free quite a lot, which I enjoyed."
So, when Ed lands in Israel he suddenly finds himself in a nest of Shylocks and laments that
"in my entire time in the Middle East I never once got to go in a helicopter or private aircraft — mainly because it's a region where you pay for your flights ..."
Hmm ...
The hardworking journo likes his liquor too which doesn't surprise considering the content of some of his output over those 5½ long years. One can understand his affinity with Hafez Daoud, a 49-year-old member of Gaza's Christian community (now down to 2,000 and dwindling fast) who has a penchant for losing his job as a result of Palestinian terrorism, the last one being a gig as barman in a United Nations-run social club,
"the last place in Gaza where alcohol was openly served — albeit only to foreigners" (no discrimination there of course!). "
Then in the early hours of New Year's Day 2006 unknown gunmen broke into the closed building and blew it up. The Beach Club never reopened and Daoud lost his job."Therein lies the sadness of the confession of this lame-duck journalist who laments the destruction of a bar where they serve grog to foreigners by "unknown gunmen". But what of the fire-bombing of churches, the attacks on Christian schools or an investigation into why Christians are leaving Gaza and the West Bank in their droves and why Israel is the only place in the Middle East where the Christian population is increasing?
Nothing.
Instead, he concerns himself with a facile attempt to justify the stance he recently took when he covered the death of 23-year-old Reuters cameraman Fadel Shana whose camera he claims "revealed that he had actually filmed an Israeli tank firing the shell that killed him, as he stood in his clearly marked press flak jacket, by his clearly marked press vehicle." The suggestion is that Shana was targeted by the tank. However, we can't be sure that this is what happened. O'Loughlin does not reveal here that the tank was a kilometre away from Shana's car, nor that it was firing ordinance that doesn't start fires although his story begins with "[THE] car was still burning". As usual, all of the facts that are inconsistent with the tale spun by eyewitness are left out and this, of course, enables him to heap scorn on his detractors.
O'Loughlin reveals that he has finally struck it lucky and managed to scrounge a free lift to Sderot (would he have gone there to witness the suffering of its people were it not for this?) where:
"Our guide, Avi Melamed, was a former intelligence agent. On the ground in Sderot, he escorted us through sunny streets studded with reinforced bus stops and bomb shelters, some gaily painted by children. Behind Sderot's main police station Melamed demonstrated racks full of crumpled 'Qassam' rockets, some of the 7000-odd home-made missiles fired into Israel from the Gaza Strip in the past seven years, killing 12 civilians and terrorising thousands.
"The lunatic result is that everyday life, everyday decisions — should I take the kids to school? Should I go to the mall or the coffee shop? — become emotionally very difficult," he explained.
As he was talking loudspeakers placed all around the town began to crackle the warning "code red, code red". Radar had just detected the launch of four rockets in Sderot's direction. Fortunately the only casualty, on this occasion, was a dog who required veterinary attention.
As it happened, this particular salvo of rockets came a couple of hours after the deaths of housewife Miyasar Abu Muatak and her four children, aged 18 months to six years, during Israeli air-strikes in the town of Beit Hanoun, just across the border in Gaza. The Israeli Defence Force denied responsibility for their deaths. And Melamed did not believe that there was a causal relationship between Israeli policies and IDF operations and the bombardment of Sderot. "We had Qassam rockets coming yesterday, and the day before that, and nobody was killed in the Gaza Strip," he said."
And as it happens with O'Loughlin's work, he weaves into his story on Sderot an introduction to the five members of the unfortunate Muatak family who died in Beit Hanoun. He reports that the IDF "denied responsibility for their deaths" but fails to mention that it had good reason for this but, after all, that's the crux of the stories in his media war against Israel.
How could he possibly have failed to disclose here that the IDF released film that clearly shows how the Muataks really died - the very blank page story about the crimes against humanity perpetrated on a daily basis by Palestinian terrorists in Gaza and the West Bank who fight their war against the Israeli people using their own as cover?
This is a crime that has two victims - the Israelis and the Palestinians and it is at the very heart of the story of a reporter who accuses the IDF of having a "culture of denial and impunity" but who himself routinely fails to tell the whole story - and this story is one that must be told. O'Loughlin finally tells it with the help of the words of his escort:
"He smiled indulgently: most of the stories of suffering and death from Gaza were fake, he said.
"All the reporters there are Palestinians. You give them cameras but what they do is not reporting, it's propaganda. If you wanted to go to the other side and be a free reporter in the Gaza Strip you'd be kidnapped. You can only say what Hamas will tell you to say." FOOTNOTE:
There's more to this and I'll get back to it in the near future but for now I'm going to take a little break to celebrate Israel at 60 and the fact that when I picked up a copy of the Age in my favourite little coffee place this morning, the name of the journalist next to "Jerusalem" on the Age list of world foreign bureaus is Jason Koutsoukis whose first piece in his new role there
Israelis fly flags for statehood milestone is nicely balanced and deserving of our congratulations.
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