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bAnd all the others, all the martyrs who died to sanctify G-d’s
bname: b•Shlomo Yigal, twenty-four, from Slonim, Poland; Zev bBerman, twenty-three, an American from Philadelphia; Yaakov bWechsler, just seventeen, son of a wealthy Jew from Chicago; band the son of the Rosh Yeshiva, Aharon David Epstein, also bseventeen. b•Seventy-two-year-old Reb Aharon Leib Gotlovsky, from bHerzeliyya, who had come to spend a happy Sabbath with his bson-in-law, Bezalel Lazarovski. Both lie dead, along with bBezalel’s five-year-old daughter, Dvora. She will lie in a Jerusa- blem hospital next to another five-year-old, little Aharon Slonim, bson of Eliezer Don and his wife, Hana. b•Yaakov and Leah Grodzinski have been married just four bmonths. He comes from Warsaw and runs a small hotel for byeshiva students. She is from Hungary, from the house of Tur- bman. They die together.
b•Here die, too, the noted principal of the Tel Nordau school
bin Tel Aviv, Eliezer Dovnikov, and his wife, Leah. They, too,
bcame to spend a happy Sabbath in the city of the Patriarchs.
bAnd here too lies a simple, pious Persian Jew, twenty-seven-
byear-old Shimon Cohen. bIn this one house, where they had gathered for safety, die btwenty-four people; another thirteen are wounded, mostly grave- bly. Taking part in this awful slaughter are Arabs who just the bday before did business and laughed together with Eliezer Don bSlonim. They were his friends. . . . bThe slaughter continues for half an hour. Every piece of bproperty that can be moved is thrown out the door and win- bdows. Pillows are cut, and the feathers fly through the air, some bresting on the bodies of the dead, sticking to them, still wet with bblood. The Arabs now leave, crying, “Let us go; there are no bmore Jews left to kill.” bThey are wrong. Miraculously, Jews have been saved— beleven of them are squeezed into a tiny bathroom that somehow bthe mob failed to notice. Still others lie under the bodies of the bdead. They stagger out, fearfully, to look at the horrors the Ar- babs have left behind. There is a terrible quiet except for the b
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