Thomas Wictor

I may as well admit it: I’m working on my third attempt to make a film about the Hamas deception that took the lives of Ismail Bakr, Mohammed Bakr, Ahed Bakr, and Zakaria Bakr. This time I’m not financing it. I financed two previous films, and it was like withdrawing the money from the bank and setting fire to it. Thus I will never again bankroll anything. I’m providing all the information to a filmmaker, and that’s the end of my contribution. The filmmaker is then on his own. But today someone said I’m not a credible source when it comes to the murders of the Bakr boys.

This is deeply stupid, because I’m NOT A SOURCE. I’m providing information from other sources.

For example, I didn’t make this up.

A staffer at the Commodore Hotel said that journalists arrived on the beach about two minutes after the explosions. This is the Commodore Hotel (red arrow).

Every single reporter who went to the breakwater said that he or she ran there immediately after the explosions. Are they all lying? If you think so, why? And why would the Commodore Hotel staffer lie?

These are the bodies of Mohammed, Zakaria, and Ahed Bakr, filmed from the terrace of the Avenue Restaurant and Coffee Shop.

Mohammed.

Zakaria.

Ahed.

Two minutes after the explosions, Alex Marquardt of ABC News runs past the rusted trash container that you can see in the screen grabs above.

No bodies.

Two minutes after the explosions, Liseron Boudoul of TF1 News prepares to run down to the beach.

No bodies.

Two minutes after the explosions, other journalists run toward the Hamas naval compound on the breakwater.

No bodies.

Paramedics carry the body of Ismail Bakr past the place where Mohammed, Zakaria, and Ahed are later found, behind the Avenue Restaurant and Coffee Shop.

No bodies.

Stefanie Dekker of al-Jazeera photographs the procession from inside the Commodore Hotel.

No bodies.

Ismail Bakr is put in the ambulance, and the doors are closed on him.

Then all of the reporters leave the beach.

The Hamas commander in the purple shirt looks back at the shipping container, which has stopped burning.

Yet when the bodies of Ahed and Zakaria Bakr are recovered, the shipping container is burning again.

In the film industry, this is called a “continuity error.”

After Ismail Bakr’s body is taken away, we see photographer Heidi Levine (red arrow) leaving the beach.

She’s trudging, drained of energy. Like everyone else, she has the body language of someone who thinks that the day’s excitement is over. However, after Zakaria and Ahed Bakr’s bodies are put in the ambulance, there’s Heidi Levine, being threatened by a Hamas killer.

Back to the reporters leaving the beach.

New York Times photographer Tyler Hicks (red arrow) walks arm in arm with his driver and fixer Hamood Abu Kwaik.

They look done, don’t they? Wiped out.

Yet here’s Hamood Abu Kwaik in the background, calmly texting over the corpse of Ahed Bakr, while Tyler Hicks takes photos and Mohammed Bakr’s body is carried away.

Note again that the shipping container is now burning.

There’s absolutely no doubt whatsoever that the bodies of Mohammed Bakr, Zakaria Bakr, and Ahed Bakr were placed in the sand after the reporters left, and then Tyler Hicks and Heidi Levine returned. Hamood Abu Kwaik went from hysterical to indifferent to hysterical again.

He’s screaming and clutching his head as though he’s just seen Zakaria Bakr, when in reality he’d been standing off to the side for several minutes, texting with his hip canted out. He seemed bored.

We see above that Heidi Levine was threatened by a Hamas killer, and Tyler Hicks got into an off-camera altercation with someone.

Hicks yells, “Hamood! Get back! Hamood! Hamood! Get back!” He’s not shouting at Hamood to get back; he’s telling a blathering Hamas goon to leave him alone, and he’s calling for Kwaik to intervene.

So I don’t think Hamas was pleased that Levine and Hicks photographed this part of the pantomime.

The only evidence we need to prove that this was a military deception (MILDEC) operation is the fact that the bodies of Mohammed, Zakaria, and Ahed Bakr were placed in the sand later. That alone means that this whole thing is a lie.

Here are some other points to ponder. Facts. I’m not the source of this information; reality is the source.

There was no crater in the sand where the missile was supposed to have killed Mohammed, Ahed, and Zakaria Bakr.

No missile parts were recovered and shown to the world as proof of Jewish perfidy.

No two eyewitness accounts match.

Not a single journalist or camera operator in the al-Deira Hotel took even one photo or second of video of three, four, five, or six boys and one or two adult men running 328 yards (300 meters) as an explosion may or may not have gone off behind them.

Not a single journalist staying at the al-Deira Hotel walked down to the breakwater to see what was going on.

These are facts. I didn’t make them up. Therefore you can’t say I’m “not credible.” Everything I listed above exists independently of me and my troubled mind. If a crazy person said to you, “The sun rises in the east,” would your response be, “I don’t believe you because you’re crazy”?

I was finished with the Bakr boys’ story. Not only was I swindled out of a huge amount of money, I had to explain the theory maybe two hundred times. It turns out that the person asking me to explain wasn’t even reading my messages. He gave them to non-native speakers of English whom he paid peanuts to work for him. I wasted all that money and irreplaceable months of my life.

Solving the murders of Ismail Bakr, Mohammed Bakr, Zakaria Bakr, and Ahed Bakr also made me remember what I’d blocked out from my childhood. It was so awful that now I’m an emotional basket case. I have almost no interests, and I’m finding my fellow humans almost too trivial, stupid, and tedious to bear.

But the filmmaker who’s going to tackle the Bakr boys’ story said something that made me realize that I had to continue.

“I know this is really hard for you, but with all due respect, the story is more important than your own problems. This was a brutal murder of four little boys whose lives were taken to create another blood libel against Jews. I can’t make the movie without you.”

So I estimate that I’ll have my part finished in about a week. It’s true that my own problems don’t matter in the larger scheme of things. Today forty-five members of United Arab Emirates armed forces were killed in Yemen when a Houthi rocket hit a weapons depot that the men were guarding. It’s the largest single-day loss of life in the history of the UAE.