Hey, I'm Noam Weisman, and you're listening to unpacking Israeli history,

the podcast that takes a deep dive into some of the most intense,

historically fascinating and confusing events in Israeli history.

All that in just about 20 minutes.

Yala, let's do this. We the people of Israel people of Israel.

We the people of Israel are prepared and anxious to meet the representatives of our neighbors without any preconditions.

There are people in Israel elsewhere say it's impossible to make peace within the Arabs and Israel or the Jewish people.

I think they're on.

The evening of November 4, 1995, was a Saturday night that started off like any other.

Immediately upon extinguishing the Havdala candle, my older brother Hanan and I rushed downstairs to switch on our basement television to watch our favorite Saturday night show, Walker, Texas Ranger.

But this Saturday night was going to be a little bit different.

As we flipped through the channels, I vividly recall my father and mother slowly descending

the staircase and coming into my field of vision. The pain and shock on their faces was

obvious and unsettling. Rabine was killed, they muttered in disbelief. Rabine was

assassinated. Although I was not particularly interested in politics, fascinated.

Although I was not particularly interested in politics, certainly not Israeli politics as a 10-year-old

growing up in Baltimore, I was raised to be a committed religious Zionist.

I had heard of Prime Minister Yitzraabin. I recalled the image of him

awkwardly, limpingly shaking the hand of Yasser Arafat. As I stood there in that basement looking at my parents, I knew that a major event in the history of Israel and the Jewish people had just taken place.

There was no question that the assassination of Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhakrabin on November 4th 1995

was one of the most difficult moments in Israeli history and honestly in modern Jewish

history.

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