Israeli media and eyewitness accounts of the incident provide much more detail. Kuntar was one of a four-man group that crossed into Israel by sea, sent on the mission by the Palestine Liberation Front (PLF), an affiliate of Yasser Arafat's PLO.
In the coastal town of Nahariya, the terrorists shot dead a policeman and forced their way into an apartment building, where they captured Danny Haran and his daughter, Einat, 4.
While the terrorists rampaged through the apartment, firing weapons and detonating grenades, Haran's wife Smadar hid in a crawlspace above the couple's bedroom together with their other daughter, two-year-old Yael, and a neighbor.
In an effort to prevent Yael from crying out and alerting the terrorists to their whereabouts, Smadar kept her hand over the child's mouth, and accidentally smothered her to death.
Meanwhile Kuntar and his group took Danny and Einat Haran to the beach.
"There, according to eyewitnesses, one of them shot Danny in front of Einat so that his death would be the last sight she would ever see," Smadar wrote later.
"Then he smashed my little girl's skull in against a rock with his rifle butt. That terrorist was Samir Kuntar." Read the rest of the story here.
Would someone please explain to me how the killing of a child by a Muslim "freedom fighter" is any different from the NAZI guards at Auschwitz and Bergen-Belson and Burchenau who held little Jewish children by their ankles and bashed their little heads against the sides of the barracks until blood and brains flew out? How is this heroic? How can anyone think it is civilized behavior to crush an innocent child's skull with a rifle butt after forcing her to watch the killing of her father?
Had Israel not abolished execution for sick bastards, Kuntar would not be alive today and the Muslims would be trying to kill Jews for some other feigned reason. But, to willfully, knowingly, and gleefully bash a child to death is beyond human forgiveness and charity. Kuntar should have been dead years ago. Jews are much too good a people and apparently much better than I am.
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