I used to believe in coexistence too – until the other side showed up with a knife

Once upon a time, not too long ago, Israel’s “Peace Camp” was almost a civil religion.
It had a flag – a white dove.
It had a hymn – Let the Sunshine Rise.
And it had a faith so pure, it could make even a UN delegate tear up. If only, they said, we were a little more open, a little more compassionate, a little less… Israeli.

Then came October 7.
And in a single morning, all the songs, hugs, and “coexistence workshops with coffee and cookies” crashed into a brutal, blood-soaked reality.
The old Left – the one that saw every terrorist as a “potential partner for peace” – found itself without a partner, without peace, and without a clue.

When Peace Got a Wake-Up Call

That morning, between the news of burning kibbutzim and kidnapped children, something fundamental broke.
Thousands of Israelis who grew up on “understanding the other side” suddenly understood something else:
The other side doesn’t want to be understood. It wants you gone.
Preferably in pieces.

Overnight, “Peace Now” became “Silence, please—I’m reloading.”
And the last believers of Oslo suddenly realized that the only line that still exists between us and them is the one drawn by an Iron Dome.

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From “Peace Festival” to “Breaking the Silence” (Literally)

The Peace Camp was always good with slogans:
“Yes to Peace, No to Occupation.”
“Two Peoples, One Future.”
“Think Positive – There Will Be Peace.”

But after October 7, even the slogans stopped rhyming.
It’s hard to talk about “peace” when you’re volunteering at a hotel full of hostages’ families.
It’s hard to preach “coexistence” when you’re praying the intruders don’t return for round two.
And it’s really hard to blame “the occupation” when the killers came from a place Israel left 18 years ago.

Still, there’s always a hardcore who won’t give up.
They’ve upgraded to “Peace Camp 2.0”:
Not “Peace Now,” but “Compassion Now.”
Not “Two States,” but “Two Identities – and I’ll give up mine first.”

They don’t face reality—they rebrand it.

Between Naivety and Moral Vanity

Somewhere in Tel Aviv, there are still groups holding “solidarity nights” with the Palestinian people, while Hamas is still holding babies underground.
Not because they hate Israel – but because they’re in love with their own reflection.
They believe that if they’re the last moral ones standing, the world will respect them.
(It won’t. The world is too busy giving film awards to anti-Israel directors.)

The Israeli Left always wanted to be the conscience of the nation.
But what do you do when the nation just wants to survive?
The conscience becomes dissonance.
And if there’s one thing the Left excels at—it’s feeling morally superior while ignoring the flames.

The Right Laughs – But Knows Better

It’s easy to mock the Peace Camp. The slogans, the songs, the white cotton shirts with the dove logo.
But once upon a time, they were part of our national DNA.
The belief that things could be fixed, that talking could heal—it wasn’t weakness. It was hope.
Until reality showed up—and it didn’t speak the language of hope.
It spoke Arabic. With an AK-47 accent.

So yes, the Right can say “We told you so.”
And it’s right. But it’s also a little sad.
Because when the Peace Camp died, something soft and human died with it—the innocence, the romanticism, the belief that singing “Shalom” could make the rockets stop.

What’s Left Now?

What remains is a nation that’s wounded, exhausted, but wide awake.
A country that no longer apologizes for defending itself.
A people who learned that morality isn’t measured by how nicely you treat your enemies, but by how faithfully you protect your own.

The Peace Camp is gone—but maybe that’s not a tragedy. Maybe it’s just maturity.
When the world keeps hating you even as you reach out,
and your enemies prove, again and again, that they don’t want peace but vengeance,
you stop dreaming of “we’re all human” and remember: we’re also a nation.

In Conclusion – Peace, But Not at Any Price

No, we don’t hate peace.
We just learned that peace doesn’t come from circles of empathy and songs in the park.
It comes from clear borders, a strong army, and an unshakable belief in the rightness of our cause.

And as long as the other side chants “Hamas Now,”
we’ll stick with “Security Now.”

To the old Peace Camp, with all due cynicism and a touch of nostalgia:
Thanks for the good intentions—truly.
But next time someone says “Give peace a chance,”
make sure there isn’t a Hamas pickup truck right behind him.

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