A few weeks after the assassination of Yitzhak Rabin at a peace rally in Tel Aviv, the country is still swept by shame, shock, pain, guilt, remorse, and mutual accusation. Large crowds, mostly of young people, continue to gather at Rabin's graveside in the National Cemetery on Mount Herzl outside Jerusalem. Day in day out, thousands of memorial candles spell out their sentiments at the tomb or near the municipal building where Rabin was slain or outside his house in north Tel Aviv.
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