Daniel Wultz

Daniel Wultz died this week after a four week struggle to live. He was sitting with his father near a cafe during the family's Pesach visit to Israel. A Palestinian mass murderer detonated his bomb belt, killing this innocuous 16-year-old teenager on vacation with his family.

Daniel was my son's age. Almost. My son will celebrate his 16th birthday in Jerusalem.

Daniel had his entire life in front of him. He was, according to his family and friends' statements, just beginning to actively explore a more in-depth expression of his Judaism. He was, by all reports, a sweet kid who was well liked by friends and deeply loved by his family.

Like my son, Daniel loved basketball and Israel and being Jewish.

Arab Mass Murder Inc. praised this obscene murder as being a 'Two-fer' -- it was the best kind of slaughter because they not only murdered an unarmed Jewish kid, but he was an American to boot.

Daniel was my son's age. I can only imagine the heartbreak his family feels, the lingering guilt of 'what if"-- what if we hadn't come to Israel? What if we hadn't taken him out to a shwarma stand? what if I had sat there instead of him and spared him the full force of the blast?

What if? What if? What if?--the question that haunts survivors. And when the survivor is a parent, the questions haunt one forever. No one should have to bury their child.

And what is the Israeli government's response to this tragic death? This week Peretz announced that Israel is reopening the Karni crossing.

Right. They murder our kids, and we respond by rewarding them.

Good thing I'm not in charge of the Israeli government. Maybe it's because I'm not that I can afford to be politically incorrect; maybe it's because I'm a mother and Daniel's murder, the murder of a child just transitioning into adulthood, enrages me; maybe it's because so many of us davened that he would recover and live; maybe it's because he was conscious enough to say, before his organs failed him, "I want to live," (as opposed to the Arab mantra "I want to kill")--good thing I'm not in charge.

Because if I were in charge, I would have a different response to this murder: carpet bombing. Send your psychotic offspring to kill ours, and we will drop death from the air until you either stop or die.

In the meantime, we are coming to Israel. Lech lecha--go for yourself, G-d told Abram...and so we will. But I will also honor the memory of Daniel....and Lior and Kobi and the hundreds of others of our dead who died because of the insane Arab racism that breeds Jew-hatred on a scale unseen since the Third Reich.

And following the advice of Daniel's father, Tuly Wultz, we will come to Israel, smiling at the future. Hope and determination will triumph over hatred and fear. I promise this, Daniel.