Fanny housed 21 dogs in an abandoned building and searched the dustbins to give them good food. They were as children for her and they returned the affection.

Nava doted on cats keeping 30 in her home and caring for 100's more in her neighborhood. She and her husband owned a restaurant, which meant plenty of leftovers for them.

Unfortunately, the business soured and the couple had to move to a neighborhood where the people hated cats.

All of us felt the increased pressure from the city of Beer Sheva. The workers had taken to breaking into private homes and carting off family pets to the pound. Held there pending payment of exorbitant fees, the scheme amounted to kidnaping for ransom.

It became extortion when the city killed the captives after three days if the pet owner did not pay the fee. Highly illegal, the thugs had the full backing of the city administration the courts and the police.

The corruption was solid. No citizen had been able to free his animal without paying a big penalty.

Fanny Nava and I came to earn the wrath of the public employees. We maintained large numbers of the strays against all comers the killers of helpless animals. Along with the house pets, we sheltered a number of mean beasts unimpressed by uniforms dogcatchers and police.

Nobody on either side took prisoners. When they captured one of our animals, they exterminated it immediately.

At ten in the morning the dogs I shelter in two units gave off tremendous howling and barking. My single volunteer in residence observed the invaders breaking the iron gate next door. As three of them wore police uniforms, my worker decided an emergency call was fruitless. Also, the three city workers wearing masks indicated it was not a social call.

By the time they had entered my garden they had broken through seven locked doors and gates. A dogcatcher was already bleeding from the leg as he lassoed my guard dog and dragged her to a waiting van.

Realizing they were conquering borders in front of a witness the police asked my volunteer for keys to the two units. After he professed to having none, they invited him outside and then began to probe the windows with wooden sticks. They prompted a neighbor to break the door to the second unit standing beside him to avoid observation.

Soonafter, they shot the six dogs with knock out darts only one avoiding them running through my garden with a dart dangling from his side. The assailants with a long history of cruelty hunted him down two blocks distant.

When I arrived the criminals had left the dirty work almost complete. Avi Lassri, the neighbor who broke into the second unit, expressed his regret that the nine dogs in the first unit had escaped sure execution. As my cats had escaped over the rooves, he hoped the invaders would close that avenue of escape the next time they attacked.

The seven dogs captured and in harm's way, I quickly confronted Dr. Zinger head of the City Pound. Knowing my appeal had to go through the totally corrupt District Court, he set the ransom at ,000 and gave me three days before he killed the animals. Even if I paid it, he would continue holding them for 60 days certain death.

Already, my friends lacked food and water. Hungrily, they devoured the provisions I had brought. Even so, they seemed to sense my worry and consternation. How could I save them? 

Seeking Justice in a Police State

It stands to reason. Any Jewish lawyer with a sense of justice will suffer discomfort [at least] working here. If he couples that with a yen to practice law, his only choice is to leave Israel. Similarly, any American who comes here has legal problems in his country.

An Israeli judge rises only to the highest level of his personal corruption. The filthiest judges rise to the top turds in the sewer.

Largely, this arises from the ancient Jewish habit of incest. It has left them with a bloated sense of their importance and intelligence.