Benjamin Netanyahu: “Four to Six Weeks”

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March 31, 2026
Benjamin Netanyahu — Prime Minister of Israel

Four to Six Weeks

March 31, 2026

Late. The Residence is quiet. Sara is awake — I can hear her moving in the kitchen, which means she read the Journal piece. She will come in shortly and tell me what she thinks of it, and she will be right about half of it and furious about the other half, and I will need both.

Let me organize my thoughts.

The interception over Jerusalem this morning — four salvos, Iron Dome and Arrow performing as designed, no civilian casualties. Good. But three soldiers in Lebanon. I will call the families tomorrow. I always call. Some prime ministers delegated this. I never have. I owe them my voice, even when my voice is the last thing they want to hear. One of the mothers will ask me why, and I will give her the answer about Iran's tentacles, about Hezbollah, about the long arc of Jewish survival, and she will hang up, and she will be right to hang up, because a mother burying a son does not need a history lesson.

Now. The WSJ report.

Four to six weeks. Let me be clear about what this means. It means Donald has decided that the price of oil matters more than the destruction of the Iranian nuclear program. It means Hormuz is the metric, not Isfahan. Not Fordow. Not the centrifuges. The STRAIT. As if geography is the threat and not the ideology behind it.

I have known Donald Trump for many years. I understand him. He thinks in transactions, in deals, in closings. And I have worked within that framework — successfully, I would argue, more successfully than any Israeli leader has ever worked with any American president. But there is a difference between a man who wants to close a deal and a man who understands that some deals cannot be closed because the other side is not a party to reason. The ayatollahs are not real estate developers in Atlantic City. They are an apocalyptic regime. I have been saying this for thirty years. Thirty years.

And yet tonight I went on Newsmax and talked about pipelines.

Pipelines.

I sat in the studio — the feed from New York, the slight delay, that sterile light they use that makes everyone look both younger and less human — and I talked about rerouting Gulf energy infrastructure westward through Saudi Arabia and Jordan, bypassing the Strait entirely, as if I were a consultant at McKinsey rather than a wartime prime minister. I did this because it is the language Donald understands. You cannot go to him and say "the Jewish people face annihilation." You go to him and say "here is an infrastructure play that makes Hormuz irrelevant, and by the way it cements your legacy as the president who redesigned the Middle East." You translate existential threat into the vocabulary of the dealmaker.

But I will be honest — with this page, at least. While I was explaining pipeline corridors on American cable television, Iranian missiles were arcing toward my capital. There is something in that juxtaposition that I do not want to examine too closely.

The Gulf allies are lobbying hard. MBS, MBZ — they want the campaign to continue. Good. Their interests and ours converge. But I have learned over a lifetime that convergent interests are not the same as shared fate. When it is over — when Donald decides it is over — they will pivot. They always do. Israel will be alone with whatever remains of Iran's capability. This has always been the underlying architecture. I have never had any illusions about this.

Yoni understood this. He understood that at the critical moment, you are alone. Entebbe was not a coalition operation. It was Israel, by itself, in the dark, on a runway in Uganda. Everything I have done — everything — proceeds from that understanding.

So. If Donald winds down in four to six weeks: what is left? What have we actually degraded? I need the updated intelligence assessment from the Mossad. I need to know what the IAF can accomplish independently in that window. I need to know what we can live with.

Sara just came in. She put tea on the desk. She said, "He'll change his mind three times before breakfast." She may be right. She often is about the psychology of powerful men — it is one of her gifts that the press will never credit.

But I cannot plan on his inconsistency. I must plan on his consistency.

The families tomorrow. Three calls. Then the security cabinet at 10. Then

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