Dear Prince William,
First I want to extend a true and hearty welcome for visiting me. Really, no hard feelings for not coming sooner (although 70 years is a long time to wait). Even though your grandmother has visited over 120 countries in her reign as queen, she never came here.
So, it is a truly historic event that we are experiencing being together. I have to admit, when you left after being with me for 30 years, I was reminded of that great ‘70s song “I Will Survive”:
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
“And so you’re back,” as the song continues. I can’t wait to see the expression on your face when you see how things have changed since your 80,000 troops high-tailed it out in ‘47.
I am become a vibrant democracy that successfully juggles the rights and demands of the world’s three major religions.
You could even call me a virtual beacon of light on that count considering the neighborhood I live in – bordered on at least three sides by radical Islamist regimes: Lebanon to the north, which is under control of the Iranian-backed terror group Hezbollah, Gaza to the south ruled by the terror organization Hamas and the Palestinian Authority to the east, which incites Islamist hatred of my people and indoctrinates its children in this murderous ideology even before kindergarten.
Still, I’ve become a self-sufficient, entrepreneurial, high-tech hub. I am happy to see that you will be experiencing all those things after looking at your itinerary.
There’s just one sticky point on your last day with me. You are planning to visit the Mount of Olives where your great-grandmother, Princess Alice is buried in the Church of St Mary Magdalene.
Princess Alice was a special woman who saved a Jewish-Greek family from the Nazis. (When you visit Yad Vashem, the famous Holocaust museum, earlier in your trip, you will see her listed as “Righteous Among the Nations” for this act.)
You will then go to one of my holiest sites, the Western Wall, I am told.
Yet your Foreign Services has listed your travels to these places as part of your “programme in the Occupied Palestinian Territories Jerusalem’s Old City.”
Perhaps, William, you could educate your Foreign Service office just a tad on this point. This was the land that has been my people’s capital for 3,000 years, the heart of my ancient national kingdom.
In 1922, when you were administering this territory, the League of Nations mandated that you create a homeland for my people in this very same land.
After you unceremoniously left, leaving me to face sure destruction by my enemies, I miraculously prevailed and finally became a state again. Yet in the process, this parcel of land – the site of my ancient city — was taken from me and illegally occupied by Jordan.
So when in the war in 1967, I miraculously survived again against all odds, I merely took back what was given to me in the first place.
So, contrary to the notes given to you by your Foreign Service, there were no “Palestinian territories” for me to occupy. Palestine was the word used to describe Israel for centuries, yet the “Palestine” that the world refers to today connotes a violent regime, hell bent on destroying me, using any means at its disposal, including the cynical use of Islamist ideology.
I just wanted to get that off my chest so there would be no misunderstandings between us when you touch down tonight at Ben Gurion, my state-of-the-art airport.
Looking forward to a great visit with you!
The State of Israel