by KERRI SACKVILLE
I want you to imagine that you wake up tomorrow morning, and you turn on the TV to see the latest updates from the Games. And instead of a depressing medal tally, or the elation of Aussie gold, you learn that overnight, eleven of our male Olympic athletes and coaches were murdered in the village. You learn that terrorists stormed into their apartment, took them hostage, and gunned them down.
Imagine the horror you would feel. Imagine the grief experienced by our entire nation. Imagine the outrage we would feel, that our beautiful, young athletes were brutally killed at the Games of peace and goodwill.
Well, I can imagine that, because that’s what happened to eleven Israeli athletes and coaches forty years ago, in 1972, at the Munich Olympic Games.
At 4:30 am local time on the fifth of September, as the athletes slept, eight members of the Palestinian group Black September broke into the athlete’s village armed with assault rifles.
Moshe Weinberg and Youssef Romano were murdered in the initial attack as they tried to repel the gunmen. Nine of their teammates, including fencing coach Andre Spitzer, were gunned down by their captors during a bundled hostage rescue. The Israelis weren’t soldiers. They weren’t politicians. They were athletes and coaches, who had trained since childhood to compete in their chosen sports. And they were killed.
After a memorial service, the Munich Games continued as normal, although some teams and individual athletes made the personal decision to leave. As Dutch distance runner Jos Hermens was quoted as saying, “You give a party, and someone is killed at the party, you don’t continue the party. I’m going home.”