Wounded Widow, Mother of Injured Baby Recounts Tale of Jerusalem Terror From Hospital Bed: ‘The Arabs Watching Just Laughed’
“I ran several meters with a knife stuck in my shoulder, covered in blood,” newly widowed Adele (Benita) Bennett told Israel’s Channel 2 on Sunday, from her hospital bed in Hadassah-Ein Kerem. “And the Arabs watching applauded and spit at me, calling out, ‘You should die, too.'”
The 22-year-old wife of murdered Aharon (Benita) Bennett, whose funeral she was unable to attend due to the critical injuries she sustained in the Jerusalem terror attack on Saturday night, recounted the terrifying ordeal, in which her two-year-old son was also stabbed. The baby, whose injury was described by doctors as “light,” was transferred Sunday afternoon from Shaarei Zedek Medical Center to Hadassah, to be reunited with his mother.
Adele’s account is as follows:
We were walking to the Kotel [the Western Wall]. We saw that a lot of people were walking alongside us. We didn’t think there would be a problem. The streets were crowded.
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We prayed at the Kotel. And on our way back, there were lots of people around us.
We got to an area where we suddenly noticed that we were alone. Everyone had disappeared. I asked Aharon, ‘Where is everybody?’ [Because] there weren’t enough people around for us to feel safe.
So we decided to run to a safer area, near security forces, and then we would continue on our way.
Suddenly, he [the terrorist] emerged from one of the shops, that vile murderer. I didn’t understand what was happening to me.
I felt someone at my back, and then I saw my husband starting to confront him. Aharon punched him in the face. My husband is a big man; he really fought with him. He’s extremely strong… [But then the terrorist turned around] and started stabbing me, and after that resumed stabbing my husband.
Many Arabs were around us watching what was happening. They simply laughed and smiled.
I really begged, ‘Help me, help me!’
He [the terrorist] pushed Aharon down to the ground and continued stabbing him. I tried to fight him, to get the knife out of his hand. I realized I wouldn’t be able to; I felt I was about to fall. I thought I had to alert security forces.
[When I reached them], I told them that I was wounded and that my children and my husband were back there. I fell on the ground; I couldn’t move.
As I ran to them, I heard cursing; I got slapped, yelled at. They were animals. I felt that it had been organized.