Hagai Amir, freed Israeli brother of Rabin gunman says he’s “proud”


Hagai Amir, the brother of the man who assassinated late Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin in 1995, said he was proud of his own role in the murder plot after he was freed from prison on Friday.

Amir was released after serving 16 years for helping his brother murder Rabin, considering such plans as rigging his car with explosives and poisoning him before deciding to shoot him in a crime that shook the Jewish state.

Protesters gathered outside the prison. He greeted them with a “v” sign.

Amir planned to spend his first Sabbath after his jail sentence with a friend at the Shave Shomron settlement, although media quoted its residents as saying he would not be welcome.

On his release, Amir, who was also found guilty of planning attacks against Palestinians in the West Bank and later handed an additional one year term in prison for threatening to kill the then Prime Minister Ariel Sharon, was defiant.

“I am not regretful. I am proud of what I did,” Amir, an Israeli Jew, told reporters as family members whisked him into a car and drove away.

Dozens of left-wing demonstrates gathered at the prison in central Israel to protest his release. “We will not forget, we will not forgive,” they chanted.

Yigal Amir is serving a life sentence at Eshel prison in Beersheba. Another coconspirator, Dror Adani, completed his sentence in 2002.

Reporting by Rami Amichai; Writing by Maayan Lubell; Editing by Andrew Osborn and JTA

John Lennon’s Jewish lawyer


This article originally appeared in the Fall 2010 issue of Passages, a periodic publication of HIAS. Reprinted with permission of the publisher, the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society, Inc.

Leon Wildes sits in a polished conference room on Madison Avenue, where the walls are festooned with news articles and enlarged photographs of John Lennon, Yoko Ono, and…Leon Wildes. He may not be the fifth Beatle, but it was the legal artistry of this HIAS board member that masterfully secured Lennon’s U.S. residency back in 1976.

From the midtown law firm that bears his name, Wildes explains that in 1972 a law school classmate asked him to look into the U.S. government’s case against the former Beatle, who was facing deportation stemming from a “cannabis” charge back in England. Yoko, who was seeking to gain custody of her daughter from a previous marriage, was having immigration problems of her own.

“I wasn’t very familiar with the Beatles,” says Wildes, an opera fan from a small Pennsylvania town. “The night I met the Lennons to discuss their legal situation, I went home and told my wife that I had met with Jack Lemmon and Yoko Moto.” His wife instantly – and exuberantly – corrected him.

By the time Wildes agreed to represent the couple, the Lennons had two weeks to prepare for John’s deportation hearing. Thus began a five-year bureaucratic odyssey, during which Wildes battled the U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service, won four rounds of federal court, and vanquished a goliath called the Nixon Administration.

The year 1972, Wildes explains, was the first time that 18 year olds could vote in a U.S. election. John Lennon, a voice of the anti-Vietnam War movement, was an influential figure to millions of newly minted, draft-eligible voters.

“He called Vietnam an immoral war, and young people flocked to him to hear what he had to say,” Wildes remembers. When President Nixon learned from Senator Strom Thurmond that the former Beatle could possibly be a problem for the re-election, Nixon took swift action to make the Lennon “problem” go away, Wildes explains.

As Wildes fought for Lennon’s residency, wading deeper into a sea of legal complexities, he encountered obstacles indicative of the paranoia of the times. Petitions that he had filed would be hidden away, so that they could not be adjudicated. The U.S. government would serve successive rounds of papers to the Lennons, with impractical deadlines.

“The Nixon administration wanted to move the Lennons out of the country quickly,” he says. And then there was the matter of surveillance.

“Yoko advised me that if I heard a screeching sound on my telephone, it was a sign that my line was being tapped,” he remembers. Sure enough, Wildes would hear the distinctive wiretap noises in his office during the day, and on his home phone line at nights and on weekends.

“I used to call my father in Pennsylvania and speak to him Yiddish,” he says. “I’d joke with him that some nice, older Yiddish- speaking gentleman would probably be hired by the government to translate what we’re saying. Then I’d toss something in about the First Amendment.” 

Finally, after a five-year strategy of intricate and exhausting appeals, Wildes emerged victorious in the precedent-setting Lennon v. United States decision, and John was permitted to remain in the country. (Yoko’s application had been approved earlier in the process.) 

“There’s a lot of ‘law’ to be gained from the Lennon matter,” says Wildes, who has been teaching at Cordozo School of Law for 31 years and gives an annual lecture about the case. “Students wander in from other classes to listen to the discussion because I’m likely to reveal unpublished aspects of the material as my memory is jogged.”

Even before the landmark decision, Wildes explains, he was always fascinated with immigration – dating back to his pre-rabbinic studies at Yeshiva University.

“Historically, Jews have been chased from one place to another. But they always had some form of involvement in their own resettlement. It was essential to their survival.” Wildes did some jumping around on his own. He followed his interests into law school and beyond, taking his first real “establishment job” working for HIAS for a year. After starting his own practice, he promised himself that when he grew older, he’d serve on the board of directors. Wildes, now in his ninth year as a board member, sees the role of HIAS as more vital than ever.

“HIAS can handle an immigration emergency anywhere in the world,” he says, pointing to how the organization is resettling Jews, Christians, and Bahai from Iran. “It’s important that if we ever need representation in the future, we have HIAS’ expertise and facilities internationally.”

But right here in the United States, Wildes notes, we’re facing a new era of controversial immigration policies that would have incensed his famous client, the Arizona initiative to curtail undocumented residents, a case in point.

“Lennon would have been outraged by the treatment of illegal aliens and how they’re used as political footballs,” he notes. The press, he explains, would have eaten it up. “Lennon had a way of expressing himself that appealed to the way the average person feels about unfairness in the system.”

Closer to home – namely, in the states of New York and New Jersey – Wildes continues to enjoy a busy immigration practice, which he shares with son, Michael. (His other son, Mark, is also a lawyer as well as a rabbi.) And while Wildes’ work – through his law firm and HIAS – is guiding immigrants and refugees through legal hurdles, he often thinks about his client and friend.

“John was brilliant,” he says, adding that he still keeps in touch with Yoko. “It’s a tragedy that we don’t have him around to speak up respectfully against the injustices of immigration law or the way it’s carried out. He had that gift.”

PFLP Kills Ze’evi



Rechavam Ze’evi, born Jerusalem 1926; served in the Palmach and the Israel Defense Forces 1944-1974; Prime Minister’s counter-terrorism advisor, 1974-1977; member of parliament (Moledet), 1988-2001; Minister Without Portfolio 1991-1992; Minister of Tourism, March-October, 2001. Married to Yael, five children. Assassinated in Jerusalem, Oct. 17, 2001.

To the end, Rechavam Ze’evi, murdered at the age of 75 by a Palestinian gunman on Wednesday, was a soldier in mufti. Alone among the Israeli generals who went into politics, he continued to sport his army identity disk around his neck. It was a statement: the battle for the Jewish State was not over, and one of its most aggressive commanders was still fighting.

Ze’evi and Ariel Sharon were the last of the Palmach veterans, the unconventional warriors of the 1948 War of Independence, still in public life. Both adhered to an implacable strain of Zionism for which compromise, as Ze’evi once put it, meant that Israel was ready to abandon its ancestral claims to the east bank of the Jordan. But unlike Sharon, Ze’evi never even pretended to have mellowed.

He resigned as Tourism Minister from Sharon’s national-unity coalition two days before his assassination because his old comrade was being too flexible towards the Palestinians, and too accommodating towards the Americans by evacuating Israeli troops from a strategic Hebron hilltop and hinting at recognition of a Palestinian state.

He entered politics in 1988 at the head of the tiny Moledet (Homeland) party, which was never more than a vehicle for his ideas. Its doctrine was the “transfer” of all Arabs from the West Bank and Gaza because there was no room for two nationalities between the Jordan and the sea. “We see the reality,” he said. “Transfer is the most humane and just thing for the two peoples.”

He never, of course, asked the Arabs. As a fifth-generation Israeli, born in Jerusalem in 1926, he knew them well, their towns and villages, names and clans, but as objects not subjects, as obstacles to Zionist nation-building. It was only because Moledet did not explicitly call for the expulsion of Israel’s own Arab citizens that the party was not banned under anti-racism laws.

In parliament, Ze’evi reveled in speaking his mind. He accused President George Bush senior of preparing the ground for a second Holocaust; he branded an American ambassador, Martin Indyk, a “Jewboy”; and Yasser Arafat “Hitler incarnate.” When Israel began handing parts of the West Bank to Palestinian rule, he vowed to shoot the first Palestinian policeman who tried to stop him.

A military career came naturally to Ze’evi. It was, he explained, not just a profession but “a complete identification with a purpose.” As the ruthless chief of central command after the 1967 war, he kept a lion cub in his West Bank headquarters. Legend has it that when a barking dog disturbed a staff meeting, the major general went outside and shot it.

Typically, as a minister, Ze’evi rejected advice to vary his habits, change hotels when he came to Jerusalem for Knesset sessions from his home in Ramat Hasharon, near Tel Aviv. He kept his room at the Hyatt, breakfasted on the dot, and spurned the very idea of a bodyguard. It was a soldier’s death, but a solder in mufti, unarmed and, as it proved, defenseless.