This morning, while I was eating breakfast before the sun was even up (that’s what happens when you have a ridiculously early morning class and live far from school), I saw reference to a book that Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s father wrote called The Origins of the Inquisition in Fifteenth Century Spain. Since I have access to a fabulous academic library, I decided to go take a look at it.
I found two copies on the shelf—see, there’s photographic proof at the beginning of this post—and unfortunately, I don’t think I have time to read it right now. The book has a revisionist thesis, though, so I’m hoping to read it some time. It’s too bad that revisionism has become a bit of a dirty word due to so-called “historians” who claim the Holocaust never happened (in my view, such people do not deserve the honor of being called historians).
I started reading the book during my break between classes. The first thing I saw when I opened it was the poignant dedication.
This book is dedicated with unrelieved grief to the memory of my beloved son Jonathan who fell while leading the rescue force at Entebbe on July 4, 1976
Those terribly sad words refer to the current Israeli prime minister’s older brother Yonatan Netanyahu.
I’ve read some nice book dedications before but I think this one is the most moving I’ve seen.