Tag: First-Hand Accounts

First-Hand Account From The Terrorist Attack on Charlie Hebdo

 

If I sound incoherent, it’s because I am shaken. The reasons will be obvious.

I had no intention of reporting on this from the scene of the Charlie Hebdo massacre. I was walking up Boulevard Richard Lenoir to meet a friend who lives in the neighborhood. But the moment I saw what I did, I knew for sure what had happened. A decade in Turkey teaches you that. That many ambulances, that many cops, that many journalists, and those kinds of faces can mean only one thing: a massive terrorist attack.

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A Report From Jerusalem

 

My car being in the shop, I took the bus to Jerusalem this morning. At about 7:15 AM, waiting at the corner of Bar-Ilan and Shmuel HaNavi for the bus to the campus, I heard a police siren. One siren, and you think “traffic accident,” but when six or seven more follow it with drivers honking wildly as they force their way through the backed-up traffic light, you know something is drastically wrong. Whatever it was, it was not close by, but anxiety showed on many faces waiting there, most with cellphones open to call family or check the internet.

On the bus, the driver turned up the volume so we could hear the news, and thus I learned of the attack in Har Nof. That is a “religious” — in Israel, it means “strictly Orthodox” — neighborhood, with synagogues, seminaries for men and women, schools, and large families. My late in-laws used to live near where the attack took place; I have friends who live there now, and several women from my community go there frequently for Torah classes.

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