Baruch Cohen has been publishing incitement on IMC and in email arguments, claiming that Palestinians engineered the Holocaust, and that Israel must direct its missiles against Palestinian civilians, and other dangerous nonsense. The Israeli ethnic cleansers have started a massive worldwide propaganda campaign to support their final solution.

I am a peaceful person, a supporter of the Christian Peacemakers Team at Hebron, the International Solidarity Movement at Jerusalem, Ta'ayush, Gush Shalom, the together network, you know, the kind of person settlers just love to hate.

I invite you to put my pacifism to the test.

Jewish supremacists, come to my Canadian community with your Uzi's and caravans. Take over state lands, one of our public nature reserves, or better still, a corner of my own property.

Issue press releases stating you were here 2000 years ago before me, and you can find artifacts to prove it, and G-d gives you, his chosen people, the right to return.

Openly discuss in your newspapers about how it is a good deed to trick the goyim, how a Jewish judge must manipulate the facts and law to find in favour of a Jew in a contest with goyim, how killing of goyim is not murder, the blood of Jews is worth more in the eyes of G-d.

Invade my temple with 1000 soldiers led by your mass murderer leader, gun down in cold blood hundreds of my people who gather to protest the next day.

Openly announce that you are going to give me the choice to live like dogs forever, or to leave my native land.

Dig a deep ditch across my driveway, heap mounds of earth and concrete blocks across every main road. Prevent me from getting to work, my children from getting to school, my family from getting groceries, anyone sick from getting to the hospital. Make my pregnant wife give birth at your checkpoint while you spit on her.

Turn off my water, build yourselves a big swimming pool and green lawns and gardens, while we carry buckets from the tanker truck, whenever you feel like letting it through.

Let the sewage from your settlements drain onto my land. Dump your garbage and industrial wastes in my backyard.

When my family and friends try to find a way around your blockades, shoot them dead on the dirt trails. Call me a drugged cockroach, scurrying around in a bottle to find a way out.

When my neighbours go on vacation, claim their house is empty, throw their furniture and personal property out into the street and destroy it, and expand your settlement, raising your flag over your new conquest.

When I call the police, shoot indiscriminately at the whole community. When I complain to my government, bully your way into my home, smash up all my electrical appliances, beat my family.

Issue orders claiming my house is built in violation of your planning laws, send the bulldozers to knock it down. When my family and friends stand in your way, let your snipers use us for target practice, aiming to shoot out our eyes.

Arrest my friends and family, beat them senseless, force them to make false confessions to invented crimes, jail them for years. When I protest, set upon me in the night and beat me until I can barely assemble words into a sentence ever again.

When my government protests, and some militants seek revenge, you bring in the F-16s and Apaches, and bomb my religious and political leaders, and many bystanders, into ashes.

You claim your divine right to torture, to kill, to redeem and sanctify my and my neighbours' lands. You ignore all international covenants, treaties, laws, resolutions, claiming you are being abused and persecuted by any criticism of your aggression, claiming your right to self-defense.

For years, I see the world mass media publishing your most outrageous lies as G-ds truth, the world's diplomats and leaders honouring your leader who massacred hundreds of my neighbours and cousins in cold blood. I see my own government living in plush comfort and luxury paid for by your trade concessions, while their agents torture and kill my friends for alleged collaboration with you.

After 100 years of being raped and tormented by you, I wonder, am I still a pacifist now? In your inhuman, diabolical campaign to force me to leave my native land, have you extinguished my humanity? Have I become like you?

Am I consumed with otherworldly images, on a mission of revenge, to be a human bomb anywhere in your settlements build on the lands of my people?

Only if I possess the patience and faith and hope of a Gandhi, who throughout his life opposed your dispossession of my people, will I not go there.