IMRA: "Conversation on the Beach" [repeated below] has received considerable attention on internet. IMRA contacted the author and this is his introduction:

Thank you for your letter. First it is much simpler to find me on the internet by my name: Just put in Solly Ganor in Google or any other search engine and you will find 281 entries there, involving my activities, writings and lectures around the world.

By the way, if you would like to see my web site, you will find it under entry # 1, Solly Ganor Remembrance.

Concerning my letter, conversation on the beach, I just wrote it to a friend of mine in San Francisco and never thought it will blossom into this avalanche of information. However, perhaps it is good that many more people read it than just a few.

I wrote down the conversation between the Arab youth and myself about half an hour after our meeting. Since I didn't have a tape recorder I couldn't recount it word by word. I am a writer and I wrote it more for myself than for anyone to read. I go to the mosque quite often, because it is a very picturesque place and you have a fantastic view from there.

I just went there to enjoy the view and the conversation with the young Arab was something that was just an addition. Living in Israel since the war of Independence and having fought the Arabs in five bloody wars, I didn't think that what the young Arab said was something extraordinary. We all know what they think of us, and what is lately happening to their young people. Never before were they ready to commit suicide en mass. Had they acted that way during the war of Independence in 1948, I am not sure if the outcome of the war would have been the same. The reason I wrote it down was because the conversation portrays our situation in its full grim reality. Anyone, who saw the jubilant crowds dancing in the streets in all Palestinian towns and villages on September eleven, will realize the hatred of the Palestinians towards us and the West in general. Quite often you hear them speak of the Christians as 'Crusaders'. I assume they adopted that old epitaph from president Bush's speech about a year ago in which he pronounced that he is now on a crusade against El-Qaida. The word 'crusade' brings old and triumphant stories to the Muslim mind, of ancient wars, but ones, where Islam defeated the crusaders and threw them out of the Holy Land. It is the crusaders that they are after now once more, but this time they threw in the Jews as the crusader's partners. It is ironic, because the crusaders were the ones who initiated the progroms of the Jews of Europe on their way to the Holy Land, murdering any Jew, man, woman, or child they came across. The masses of the Palestinians and the Arabs in general are not educated. They are much more prone to indulge in fantasies and make believe than people in the West realize.

I am afraid that as much as we would like to find a modus vivendi with them, a Palestinian state next to Israel, it won't happen. While in our schools it would be inconceivable to teach our children hatred against the Arabs, their learning books are so full of hatred and defamation of the Jew that seventy percent of the young students are willing to become shihads. How do you fight something like that?

Besides, who are we to make peace with? Fatah, Hammas, The Front for the Liberation of Palestine, Hizbala or perhaps El-Qaida? They are all players in the Palestinian game. They all have one thing in common though, they will never recognize the right of the Jews to live here and they think that they have discovered a cheap and efficient way, to defeat it us: The 'suicide bomber'. And as the Americans have recently experienced, they too are not immune. The French have recently discovered a group of Arabs who planed to topple the Eiffel tower. Too bad they didn't, because perhaps the Europeans would wake up the way America woke up after September eleven.

I am a Holocaust survivor and survived because of my optimism, but it is hard to be an optimist under these circumstances.

About half a mile from where I live in Herzliya, on a hill overlooking the Mediterranean, stands an old mosque. It was built during the Middle Ages and a Moslem holy man is buried on that site. The holy man's name was Sidney Ally and that is how the mosque is known to this day. The beach bellow, stretches all the way to Herzliya to the South, and Netanya to the North.

I often go there for walks because from its heights one has a panoramic view of the sea and the whole area. There is another reason why I go there; from that hill, at certain weather conditions, the Mediterranean turns into a color of blue that can not be seen anywhere else.

Last Friday, as the wind began blowing from the East, the Medi, as we call our sea, began calming down. It flattened the waves coming ashore until it became as placid as the Kinneret during the summer. It was then that the deep blue color, as if by a magic wand, emerged from the depth of its waters. It wasn't the first time I saw it and I always witness that phenomenon with rising spirits. " If there is so much beauty in this world, then there is hope for us humans yet." I said to myself.

The silence was interrupted by a noisy bus full of Arab worshipers who arrived to the mosque for their Friday services. They wore the traditional Arab garb, and entered the mosque quietly. Some of them threw me hostile glances. Their arrival brought me back to our desperate conflict with these people for the piece of land we call Israel, and they call Palestine. Only a few years ago at Camp David, we deluded ourselves that they are finally ready for peace; Israel and Palestine living next to each other for the mutual benefit of both peoples. But that was not to be. They are still not ready to relinquish their old dream to oust us out of the Middle East.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I heard a voice behind me speaking English. As I turned around I saw a well dressed young man of about twenty five, looking wistfully at the sea. By his accent and looks I realized that he was an Arab, probably one of the lot that arrived by bus. A quick visual scan of his body assured me that he didn't come to stab me, or blow himself up.

I nodded. "Yes it is beautiful". Well, we have at least one thing in common, I thought.

And then I had a second thought. "Here stands an Arab youth next to me, in the heart of Israel, calmly admiring with me the sea. There was not a shadow of a doubt in his mind that something bad would ever happen to him here in Israel. I tried to imagine myself standing that way in Ramalah, and having that conversation with an Arab youth. Then I remembered a scene filmed by an Italian TV correspondent in Ramalah last year.

Two Israelis, who by mistake took a wrong turn, found themselves among a mob of Palestinians. They were brought to the Palestinian police station where they were lynched and their mangled bodies were thrown out of the window, to the cheering crowds below. They kicked them and beat them until they were an unrecognizable mess of flesh." The Italian TV crew, who filmed that scene, had to run for their lives to escape the mob. Fortunately, they were able to sneak the film out and show it to the world, one of the few films that were ever shown of the Arab atrocities. But the world isn't interested in Arab atrocities. They are used to them and they don't make good news.

"Didn't you come with the others to pray?" I asked just to make conversation. I was curious about him. Why did he join me? It wasn't just to watch the view, of this I was sure.

"I know what that old fool will say by heart. He is of the old school and preaches moderation. Fortunately, his time is over."

" What has moderation ever done for us? We have been moderate long enough. We are growing weaker while you have grown stronger. It is time for us to act."

I was a little surprised by his belligerent tone right from the start. Usually Arabs are polite in the beginning of a conversation.

" Do you think that you were moderate up to now? Would you call five wars the Arabs launched against us, moderation? I wonder what you would call hostility?"

" Hostility is what you are getting now. Our young people are blowing themselves up in all of your major towns, taking with them hundreds of your Israelis. President Arafat has promised you a million 'Shihads' to march on Jerusalem. The march has already began, and it won't be thanks to Arafat. He is another old bungler. Things are changing. Until now you had the upper hand, but no more!

Our "Shihads," are the answer to your atomic bombs. If necessary, one "Shihad" can be an atomic bomb, here in Israel, in America, in Europe, or anywhere the Jews and the Crusaders live. We don't need millions of dollars worth of sophisticated labs and expensive scientist. What we have is cheap and efficient. That is because we are not afraid to die. We have finally found your soft underbelly, your Achilles Heal. You Judeo-Christians worship the sanctity of life, while we don't mind dying for Islam" The last sentence he said with certain pride in his voice.

From the way he expressed himself, I realized that he is a student. As if confirming my thoughts, he told me that he is a student of political science at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem. " Do all the Arab students studying at the Israeli universities share your views?"

" Absolutely! A few may be oriented towards the West, but the overwhelming majority are for the new emerging Renaissance of Islam."

Then he smiled and said, " You might as well enjoy the beautiful view from "Sidney Alley" while you can. You won't be able to do so for long. If I were you, I would pack and leave for safer countries." I gave him a long look.

"Thanks for the advice, but I remember another Arab who gave the same advice to us in 1948, when the British were pulling out. He may have been your grandfather, for all I know. He lived in a village somewhere around here and he was a friend of a Jewish man named Peytan whom I knew as well.

Peytan lived in Kefar Shemaryahu across the road. One day the Arab neighbor came visiting Mr. Peytan and strongly advised him to pack and leave. At the same time, he brought out a measuring tape and began to measure the room they were sitting in.

"Look, you are going to lose your house anyway. There is no way that six hundred thousand of you can stand up to the combined might of six Arab regular armies, not to mention our Palestinian battalions. We can actually kill you with our hats!" Yes, that is what he actually said: "We can kill you with our hats." We have been good friends for a long time. You might as well give me your house rather than to someone you don't know."

"His advice reminded me of your advice. Yet during the 1948 war, that was forced on us by you, your 'grandfather', not only didn't get the house in Kefar Shemaryahu, but he lost his own house and became a refugee. And now he is blaming it on the Jews. Fifty-five years later he still sits in the camp. His views haven't changed much. He still wants not only his house back, but he wants the house in Kefar Shemaryahu, of his Jewish friend as well. Will he ever get it? I doubt it. "

" Yes, he will get it! And you know why? Because in 1948 they were all cowards! Today, our generation is proving that we are not! Eighteen determined men with carton cutters who were not afraid to die, defied the big American might, causing them thousands of dead and trillions of dollars worth of losses. We found out that we can bring the Western capitalist system to its knees, and we shall do so! It is a shameless selfish system that causes endless human misery around the world, especially in the third world countries and for Islam. It is time for it to go!" It was obvious from the way he said it that he didn't say it for the first time.

"Communism, Nazism, Fascism, they all were defeated by the Western Democracies, what system do you propose to replace it with?" I asked. I was beginning to get irritated with this young Arab.

" Islam?" I asked. " Islam? What did Islam ever do for the countries under its rule? It brought nothing but poverty and misery to the masses, while bestowing fabulous riches to the rulers. All you have to do is look around you. Israel, that was in 1948 a pauper state, barely able to feed its population, has grown into a modern self sufficient state. We have absorbed a million Jews from the Arab countries, who fled for their lives leaving all they possessed behind, while your Arab brothers with their billions of petro dollars let the Palestinians rot in refugee camps. While we progressed in the last fifty years, the Arab states have only regressed. As a matter of fact, the Arab masses are worse off than when they were under the British or the French rule. How many Nobel prize winners has Islam produced? How many new inventions to benefit mankind? Practically zero!

How many Einsteins, Freuds, Salks and Rubinsteins has Islam produced? Zero! From a once vibrant Arab civilization, that gave us Algebra and the concept of the zero, Islam has plunged you into a pit of fanaticism, illiteracy, poverty and corruption, and you would like to force the world into the same abyss?. "

For a while he looked at me perturbed. " We all make mistakes. But Islam with all its faults is a thousand times more preferable to the abomination that is the West." He finally said quietly. Then he gave me a fierce look and said: "If you had said in any Arab country about Islam, what you have just said to me, you would be a dead man!"

" I am sure I would. And if you had said in any Arab country denouncing their corrupt regimes the way you are denouncing Israel, you would be a dead man too. Yet, here you are, studying at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, allowing yourself openly to speak of subversion and treason against the State of Israel, without any fear of being arrested, let alone being killed for it. Doesn't it say something to you?"

" Yes, it says that you are weak, and that weakness will be your undoing." he said seriously.

" Isn't there a way our two nations could ever come to terms and make peace?"

Again he gave me that serious look. " Yes, there is a way. We are not like the Nazis who gave you no other choice but death. We give you the chance to convert to Islam, then you will become a part of us and our people will live in peace."

"You will never defeat us because we have a secret weapon, the same weapon that saved us from you in 1948." I said.

"Ein breira? That is your secret weapon? It means 'there is no other choice.' Why, we too can say the same thing."

"But that is not quite true. We have 'no other choice' because you challenge our very existence in this country, whereas we don't do that. We are quite willing to coexist with you as a Palestinian state and an Israeli state, side by side. You don't. '

There was nothing more to be said. The sun was dipping towards the horizon in the West, and the sea lost it's deep blue color. The magic was gone. It was time to go home.

"Good bye. I have to go inside the mosque. I promised them a lecture." He said walking away.

I could imagine what the lecture was all about. We didn't offer to shake hands. After all, you don't shake hands with your sworn enemy. I walked home depressed. If there was a way out of this conflict, I didn't see one.