Israel's guilty secret could no longer be kept.
On the eve of Israel's invasion of Egypt last October, alerts were out all along the frontier. In the narrow northern waist of Israel, a zealous police officer on the Jordan border imposed a 5 p.m. curfew on Kafr Kassim (pop. 2,000), an Arab village inside Israel. All the villagers who got the word complied. But those who worked in nearby Tel Aviv, or had walked across the fields for afternoon visits, knew nothing of the sudden order. As dusk fell, they strolled homeward—quarrymen with knapsacks slung over their shoulders, women...
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