Ariel Sharon: His Eye Was Not Dim. By Elliott Abrams. Commentary, January 11, 2014.
Assessing Sharon’s Complex Legacy. By Jonathan S. Tobin. Commentary, January 12, 2014.
What Ariel Sharon Knew. By Seth Mandel. Commentary, January 13, 2014.
Abrams:
Ariel
Sharon often seemed bluff and simple, and he would play that role: in
discussions with his kitchen cabinet down at his ranch (they called it the
“farm forum”), he would react to some erudite advice by saying: “I am a simple
farmer, not a professor. Explain that again, in simple terms so even I can understand
it.”
But
Sharon was not so simple: he was at different times clever, smart, devious,
emotional, unemotional, funny, dry, tough, compromising, unyielding. He was a
pariah who transformed himself by the end of his public career into an
extremely successful politician and widely admired statesman. Nicknamed the
“bulldozer” for both his physical appearance and his military tactics, in
politics he was unpredictable and wily. A hero of the right for decades until
his decision to withdraw from Gaza in 2005, the “father of the settlements”
pulled all the settlements out of Gaza and became very briefly the hero of the
“peace camp.” This founder of the Likud Party pulled Likud apart and founded a
new party called Kadima when his plans required it. At one point he lacked a
majority in his own cabinet to pass the Gaza withdrawal plan, so he summoned
two unconvinced ministers to his office—to fire them so he would have the
majority in a smaller cabinet. They knew what was coming so they refused to
meet with him, whereupon he fired them by fax. It was not easy to get around
Ariel Sharon once he had made up his mind.
All
these contradictions made him a fascinating man to watch and to deal with. Yet
he really was, I think, a simple man at root. He saw himself as a Jew whose job
it was to protect the Jewish state. In early 2003, President George W. Bush
sent deputy national security advisor Steve Hadley and me (I was the senior
Mideast official on the NSC) to meet with him, hear him out, and see what he
thought of the various peace plans. Was he open to compromises? What he told
us, according to my notes of the meeting, was this:
I took
risks personally but never took any risks with the security of the State of
Israel. I appreciate Arab promises but will take seriously only tangible
performance. For tangible performance I
will take tangible steps. Israel is a
tiny small country. From the Jordan
River to Jerusalem is only 17.5 miles.
Before 1967, the Knesset was in range of machine guns south of
Jerusalem. From the Green Line to Tel Aviv is 11 miles. From the sea at Netanya to Tulkarm is 9
miles. Two-thirds of the Jewish
population lives is a narrow strip on the coastal plain. Between Haifa and Ashdod, which is 80 miles,
is two-thirds of the Jewish population, our only international airport, and
most of our infrastructure. All of that
is overlooked by the hills of Judea and Samaria.
I am a
Jew above all and feel the responsibility to the future of the Jewish people on
my shoulders. After what happened in the
past, I will not let the future of the Jewish people depend on anyone, even our
closest friends. Especially when you saw
the crowds cheering Saddam who killed even members of his own family and
government. With the deepest friendship
and appreciation, we do not choose to be the lamb, but not the lion
either. I will not sacrifice the
nation. I come from a farm family who
settled here but I deal with these problems with a cold mind. I met with the Pope, who said this is Terra
Sancta to all, but Terra Promisa for the Jews only.
So: “a
Jew above all” who wanted Jews to be able to make their own decisions and
protect themselves in their sovereign state. I often thought he divided the
world into two groups, Jews and all the rest, the latter being further divided
into real friends like George W. Bush and real enemies—like most of the Arabs.
On this he was unsentimental in the extreme. In the summer of 2005 Sharon gave
then-Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice a tour of his ranch, after which the
Israeli and American teams sat down for a meal.
Sharon sat silently for a while, as he often did, eating huge amounts of
food while he listened to the conversation.
Several of the Israelis were criticizing the Palestinians and their
leaders harshly: their actions, their political culture, their history. Eventually Sharon jumped in and said, “I am
going to defend the Palestinians. I have
known the Palestinians my whole life. I
was raised with them here. Of all the
Arabs, the Palestinians are the most talented, and they have the best sense of
humor. But there are two problems: their
desire to murder and their taste for Jewish blood; and their treacherous
ingratitude.”
It was
an extraordinary moment, for we were discussing the Gaza withdrawal and
Palestinian Authority’s take-over of Gaza for most of the meal. We were arguing about what exactly the PA
security forces were doing, and not doing, and how to force them and/or help
them to do more. But here was a
remarkable glimpse of the layers underneath, at what Sharon really thought he
was dealing with. He wanted peace, he
was taking enormous political risks for peace, but it was clear—as I thought
about his remark over and over—that to him the best that could be hoped for was
an armed peace. Whatever dreams others may have had about a new Middle East,
Sharon saw his work as defending Jews from people who would murder them, as
they had been murdered throughout history. Now Jews had a state and they could
and would defend themselves, and he would create new lines and new separations
that would, he hoped, make that perpetual task far easier.
As to
where those lines should be, Sharon was as expert as anyone in Israel. Flying
in a helicopter over the land, he would point out settlements he had planned or
encouraged. But he did not need the flight; he knew the map, in detail. If we
asked why the fence line had to go this way and that near some Palestinian
village, curving instead of straight or straight instead of curving, he would
tell us about the hills and the streams, the elevations and the shapes; he
loved the land of the land of Israel with passion. He had seen that land as a
soldier, worrying about Syrian troops coming down from the north, Jordanians
coming from the east, and Egyptians from the south. As prime minister he used
to say, when challenged on changing some position he had taken before as a
soldier or civilian, that “what you see from here is not what you see from
there.” But wherever he sat he always saw things as a soldier, worrying about
Israel’s lines of defense—military and political.
His
pullout from Gaza won him accolades from many governments, starting with our
own and the Europeans. When he went to the UN General Assembly in September
2005 his dance card was full: everyone wanted to see Sharon, the old bull, the
warrior-turned-peacemaker, the guy who had done something no other Israeli
leader could have managed. That last was true, and Sharon used to tell me, “the
left can’t do anything and the right won’t. If I don’t do it, it won’t ever be
done. If I am defeated in this, no one will ever try it again.”
But
Sharon had a long memory, and he knew that many of those paying tribute in 2005
had once viewed him as an untouchable. Even in America: In 1991, when Sharon
had visited the United States as Minister of Housing, not a single U.S.
official would meet with him formally. He had taken the blame for the failures
of the 1982 Israeli invasion of Lebanon—he had been defense minister—and the
massacre of Palestinians in two Lebanese refugee camps by Christian militiamen
was deemed a stain not only on his leadership but his character. On that trip, he was not invited to one U.S.
Government office. Through the intervention of friends, HUD Secretary Jack Kemp
finally agreed to see Sharon in the lobby of the hotel where he was staying. By
2004, the President of the United States was calling him “a man of peace” and
Sharon no doubt enjoyed it. The idea that all insults bounced off harmlessly
was, I think, entirely false; Sharon liked being liked, and he especially liked
it when an American president trusted him, confided in him, and supported him.
He enjoyed those days at the UN in New York. They did not go to his head,
because he was too old for that, but you could not gain influence with him by
blasting him—only by trusting, arguing, talking, trying. President Bush knew that and it worked, or
anyway worked unless Israeli security was in Sharon’s view directly at stake.
He fought the intifada his own way, from building the security fence despite
American doubts to surrounding Yasser Arafat at his headquarters in Ramallah
and cutting off his electricity. Bush used to urge Sharon: “Don’t kill Arafat,
Ariel; don’t kill him, it’s not smart.” Sharon would nod and grunt—but never
promise. After Arafat’s death in 2004, Bush thanked Sharon for restraining
himself. Sharon smiled broadly this time and said, “Well, sometimes God helps.”
What
were Sharon’s plans? He left no memoir or notes, so we can only speculate. Most
of his closest collaborators agree that he wanted to set Israel’s borders
before he left office; he wanted to act, not wait for the Palestinians. He did
not think Arafat’s successor, Mahmoud Abbas, was a bad guy, but neither did he
think Abbas would lead the Palestinians anywhere. This likely meant pulling
settlements back to the fence line, securing the major settlement blocs for
Israel in perpetuity, keeping the Israel Defense Forces in the Jordan Valley so
as not to replicate what had happened in south Lebanon (and would soon happen
in Gaza): when the IDF pulled out, terrorists moved in. Then someone could
negotiate peace and a final status agreement some day, maybe in a few decades, maybe
when the Messiah came. But meanwhile Israel would have secure borders and the
key settlement blocs would permanently be part of the country. This is why he
thought his exchange of letters with Bush in 2004 was a triumph: for the first
time an American president said there was no “right of return” for Palestinian
“refugees” and that, as Bush’s letter put it, “new realities on the ground,
including already existing major Israeli populations centers” would have to be
reflected in any peace settlement. There would be no return to what are usually
called “1967 borders” but that Bush rightly called the 1949 armistice lines.
That
day, April 14, 2004, was certainly one of Sharon’s happiest: in Washington,
with a friendly president, with America on his side and backing his plans, and
of course away for a while from Israel’s incessant political battles. Sharon’s
comprehension of English was imperfect—Condi Rice once said he was the only
person she ever met who spoke English better than he understood it—so he wasn’t
immediately certain that the language Bush was using was everything Sharon had
been led to expect. His staff later told us that Sharon was only convinced when
an inveterate enemy of his in the Israeli press bitterly described the whole
thing as a Sharon triumph. If that enemy was sour, Sharon could be sweet.
But
this was Ariel Sharon; sweetness might have been nice, security was everything.
Three weeks before visiting the White House, on March 22, he authorized the
assassination of Sheik Ahmed Yassin, the leader of Hamas. And three days after
the White House ceremonies on April 14, he authorized the killing of Abdel-Aziz
Rantisi, who had replaced Yassin. There were protests everywhere, but those
really did bounce off Sharon; terrorists who killed Jews had to be stopped.
This was his job as prime minister.
Bush
liked Sharon for many of the same reasons he liked Tony Blair or John Howard in
Australia: they were people who got themselves elected not to enjoy life but to
accomplish things. They were willing to take political risks to do what they
thought right. Sharon as prime minister certainly met that test, though it cost
him the support of many of his old friends in Israeli politics—not least among
the settlers, who saw him as a traitor to the cause. During the Gaza withdrawal
period, Sharon’s security was stepped up. “I’ve spent my life protecting Jews,
and now I have to be protected from Jews,” he told me sadly at the time. He
fully understood the bitterness many old allies felt, but Sharon the general
was making a tough, unsentimental assessment of where Israel’s interests and
security lay, and then acting.
He
would calculate the balance of forces, and weigh the costs and benefits. And
once he made that strategic calculation and decided what to do, it was all a
matter of tactics and he would select the best one and press ahead. If you got
in the way—whether you were an Egyptian army, Palestinian terrorists, or
Israeli political foes—you were, as the nickname suggested, likely to be
knocked over. He would drive right through you. What he did not calculate at
all was how he looked, how the polls would be affected, whether his image would
suffer.
In
December 2005, his chief of staff came to Washington and told us Sharon wanted
to move forward, to set Israel’s final borders—by negotiation if possible,
unilaterally if as Sharon feared the Palestinian leaders would not be willing
to sign anything. On December 18, Sharon suffered a small stroke, losing
consciousness briefly. He was hospitalized for only two days. When he emerged,
President Bush called him. “I will rest for a few days and then get back to
work,” he told the president. The president told him to be careful: “We need
you healthy; don’t work too hard. Keep
rational hours! Watch what you eat. I
want to see a slimmer Sharon! We need your leadership and your courage to get
to peace.” Sharon replied that the two of them can accomplish many things; “I
have no doubt I can move forward,” he said, “as long as the terror stops;
Israel will not cooperate with terror.” That was the last time they spoke.
On
January 4, 2006, at his ranch, Sharon suffered the massive stroke from which he
never recovered. His death was expected, and we in Washington laid plans for
the funeral; the president intended to go. I wrote a eulogy for the president
to read at the funeral, and kept the final version, worked over by the
speechwriters, with me over the next few months so it would be handy when
Sharon died:
Ariel
Sharon also knew this land as a soldier. He enlisted in the struggle for a
Jewish homeland as a boy . . . fought in all of Israel ’s wars . . . and was severely
wounded in battle. Over an army career, he became familiar with every inch of
the terrain. He knew how high the hills were . . . how broad the rivers . . .
where enemies would be likely to hide or strike. And knew he that the land he
loved needed both swords and plowshares to prosper in an environment always
harsh and often hostile. Ariel Sharon was a brilliant general—and led Israel to
some of its most celebrated victories.
His experience also taught him the costs of war. In his autobiography,
he wrote that “at the age of twenty, most of my friends were dead.” Because he understood these costs, he
believed so deeply in keeping Israel strong. Because he understood these costs, the man who made his reputation in
battle would also leave his mark as a peacemaker.
In his
pursuit of peace, Prime Minister Sharon proved as daring and resourceful as he
had been as a general and tank commander. As leader of his nation, he made
decisions that caused him great personal pain—and that he knew would be
unpopular with many who had been his closest supporters. Yet he stood by his
decisions, for this warrior did not dream of more victory in battle; he dreamed
of peace for the people he led. And when he committed Israel to a new plan for
peace, he did so on the same terms that he had insisted on throughout his life
– from a position of strength.
Bringing
peace to his people was his life’s work, and Ariel Sharon kept at it up to the
moment of his stroke. His energy and determination were a source of inspiration
to men many years his junior. As the Scriptures say of Moses, his eye was not
dim, nor his natural force abated.
Sharon
left the political scene in his prime, not physically but politically: on top
of Israeli politics, a leader whom opponents and rivals feared and whom everyone
understood was almost unstoppable. Sharon was born on a moshav in 1928, two
decades before the state. The Israel he leaves finally, today, is a tower of
strength and stability in a region being torn apart. Many Israelis contributed
their lives to that achievement, but very few can match the contribution of
Arik Sharon.