Yasser Arafat is dead. So it goes. I really don't know what to think of his departure. He was instrumental in the formation of what is almost a Palestinian state, but he clung too long to his position of power, thereby blocking the road to peace. One thing can be agreed by all sides, though: this was a remarkable man, so the background of this blog will be dark for today.
From The London News Review
Upon hearing the news of Arafat’s demise, the Israeli PM, Ariel Sharon admitted that he "wept openly for some minutes." In a formal statement, Sharon said that he "mourned the loss of a great statesman, a friend, and a surprisingly agile tennis player." The last time Sharon saw Arafat alive was in the spring of 2003 during a celebrity tennis match against Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones. "We won 6-1, 6-0, but Catherine was heavily pregnant at the time," he recalled. "Afterwards we had a barbecue, and Yasser had everyone in stitches with his impressions. He was relaxed. No one was talking politics. That’s the Yasser I will always remember: a natural clown."