December 11th, 2003. A currency exchange kiosk on Yehuda Halevi Street in downtown Tel Aviv. It is the middle of the Second Intifada and the city is already living on edge. At 10:47 in the morning, a remote controlled bomb detonates on the sidewalk. The blast rips through the street. Three people are killed instantly.
18 more are wounded, some of them critically. Within minutes, Prime Minister Ariel Sharon convenes an emergency cabinet meeting. The country braces for another wave of Palestinian terror. But this is not a suicide bombing. This is a movie hit. The target is a single man, a drug lord named Zeev Rosenstein, who walks out of the smoke with a scratched hand and shredded clothes.
He has now survived his seventh assassination attempt. The bomb was triggered by a remote detonator from a rooftop nearby, but the order came from 3,000 km away, from a man sitting in Belgium who grew up running drugs in the slums of Lod. That man’s name is Itzhak Abergil, and this is not the kind of organized crime you have seen before.
These are not street thugs or petty gangsters. These are former soldiers, IDF trained combat veterans and explosives experts, who turned the deadliest military training on Earth into criminal empires stretching from Tel Aviv to Los Angeles, from Antwerp to Mexico City. Six men, four continents, and a trail of destruction that Interpol, the DEA, and Israel’s own police struggled for decades to contain.
Israel is the only country on Earth where every criminal has served in the military. Mandatory conscription means every mob boss has handled explosives, every enforcer has been trained in tactical operations, and every fugitive understands counter surveillance at a level most civilians never encounter. By the early 2000s, Israeli crime syndicates controlled an estimated 75% of the American ecstasy market.
They laundered tens of millions through shell companies spanning Belgium, the Netherlands, and Southern California. They waged open warfare on civilian streets using anti-tank rockets, car bombs, and remote controlled detonators. A leaked 2009 US Embassy cable asked the question directly, >> >> Israel, the promised land of organized crime? An estimated 400,000 illegal firearms circulate in the country today, and the men who built this world did not come from nowhere.
They came from the army. Zeev Rosenstein was born in 1954 in Jaffa to a Romanian Jewish father and a mother from the Caucasus. He dropped out of high school, worked in an electronic store, and completed his mandatory IDF service before finding his true calling in the underworld. In the 1980s, he built a network of illegal casinos near Tel Aviv Central Bus Station.
Grimy operations that drew gamblers, loan sharks, and petty criminals into his orbit. It was the beginning of a criminal education. By the 1990s, the casinos had become a springboard into something far more lucrative, international drug trafficking. And by the turn of the millennium, Rosenstein had earned a title no Israeli criminal had held before, Israel’s public enemy number one.
His specialty was ecstasy. At the height of the global rave scene, Israeli syndicates recognized that MDMA produced in Dutch and Belgian laboratories could be purchased cheaply in Europe and sold for 10 to 20 times the price on American streets. Rosenstein controlled one of the most prolific pipelines in this trade, moving hundreds of thousands of pills from European labs to dealers in Miami, New York, and across the American East Coast.
Prosecutors later stated that his network distributed more than 850,000 ecstasy tablets into the United States. The scale was staggering. A single DEA raid on a Manhattan apartment in July 2001 seized over 700,000 pills and $187,000 in cash. One apartment, one seizure, nearly 3/4 of a million tablets. The operation was so significant that Rosenstein was placed on the US Attorney General’s Consolidated Priority Organization Target List, a designation reserved for the highest level international trafficking commanders, >> >> the same list that featured Colombian
cartel leaders and Afghan heroin lords. A Hasidic New Yorker connected to his network allegedly laundered more than $40 million in drug proceeds through a web of front businesses and wire transfers. But what made Rosenstein legendary wasn’t the drugs, it was his survival. Seven assassination attempts over the span of a decade, each one more brazen than the last.
In May 1996, a drive-by shooting on Ibn Gvirol Street near Rabin Square left him with two bullet wounds, an attack linked to the family of Yehezkel Aslan, a criminal Rosenstein had allegedly murdered in 1993. He recovered and returned to business within weeks. Between 1996 and 2001, at least two more attempts were either foiled by police or went unreported in detail.
Around 2001, attackers fired a LAW anti-tank missile, a shoulder-launched military weapon, at his convoy near Ben Gurion Airport. The rocket missed its target entirely and Rosenstein drove away. In June 2003, a remote controlled bomb detonated near a gambling tour office at the old port of Tel Aviv, seriously injuring one bodyguard while Rosenstein walked away with light wounds.
Then came the Yehuda Halevi Street bombing, the attack that killed three innocent bystanders and wounded 18 others, the attack that was mistaken for terrorism, the attack that triggered Sharon’s pledge of 500 million shekels to fight organized crime. And Rosenstein survived that, too, with barely a mark on his body.
The police commissioner at the time, Moshe Karadi, compared the mob families to Palestinian militant groups. That comparison was not an exaggeration. The weapons were the same, the tactics were the same. The only difference was the motive, and the three people who died on that sidewalk were just as dead either way. On November 8th, 2004, Israeli police arrested Rosenstein in Tel Aviv on a United States criminal complaint charging him with conspiracy to distribute millions of dollars worth of ecstasy.
He fought extradition through Israel’s courts for over a year, exploiting every legal avenue available, and there were many, since Israel had only amended its law to permit citizen extradition in 1999. But on March 6th, 2006, he was flown to Miami, one of the first Israeli citizens ever extradited to the United States for drug charges.
He pleaded guilty on January 16th, 2007, one week before trial, and received a 12-year sentence from a federal judge in Fort Lauderdale. As part of his plea, he confessed to a detail that stunned even investigators. He had hired Colombian assassins to carry out hits on rival crime leaders inside Israel. The idea of Colombian contract killers operating in Tel Aviv at the request of an Israeli drug lord was extraordinary, even by the standards of international organized crime.
That confession triggered an additional five-year sentence from an Israeli court upon his return. Total, 17 years behind bars. He was released on parole on February 21st, 2021, at the age of 67. Prosecutors opposed his release, calling his expressions of remorse crocodile tears. The parole board disagreed.
The man seven assassins couldn’t kill was finally brought down by a single extradition flight. >> >> But the man who ordered that bomb on Yehuda Halevi Street, the one that killed three civilians and was mistaken for a terrorist attack, was watching from Belgium. His name was Itzhak Abergil, and he ran his empire with his older brother Meir at his side.
Together, they were the boss and the brain of the most powerful crime family in Israeli history. Itzhak Abergil was born on February 14th, 1969 in Lod, a working-class city southeast of Tel Aviv. His family was Moroccan Jewish, 10 siblings crowded into poverty. His father was an alcoholic. His mother worked multiple jobs to keep them fed.
By the age of six, Itzhak was running guns and drugs for neighborhood dealers. By 12, he and his brother Avraham operated their own drug house, selling hashish and heroin. At 17, he committed his first murder. The court gave him 30 years, 12 of them suspended. He served 13. In prison, he read Nietzsche and Ayn Rand, studied power, and became a broker among inmates, building alliances that would serve him on the outside.
When his eldest brother Yaakov was assassinated in June 2002, an attack believed to have been ordered by Rosenstein himself, Itzhak took command. >> >> The Tel Aviv District Court would later describe his authority in stark terms. He ruled the organization without constraints, and everything was done according to his word.
>> >> What he built was not a street gang, it was a hierarchical empire divided into geographic subgroups, each with its own chain of command. Drug trafficking routes ran from Antwerp through the American Midwest to Southern California, moving ecstasy and later cocaine in bulk quantities.
Money laundering operations funneled proceeds through forced loan schemes tied to a 250 million shekel embezzlement from Israel’s Trade Bank, a scandal that shook the country’s financial establishment. Enforcement was outsourced to the Vineland Boys, a street gang in the San Fernando Valley who carried out beatings, intimidation, and debt collection on behalf of the family thousands of miles away.
At its peak in June 2004, Israeli police documented the organization controlling 37 companies, 48 apartments, and 56 vehicles. The tentacles reached into legitimate businesses, real estate, and banking, blurring the line between legal enterprise and criminal infrastructure until the two were indistinguishable.
Meir Abergil, born around 1953, was the financial architect. While Itzhak directed violence and strategy, Meir collected extorted money, managed the laundering infrastructure, and invested proceeds through front companies and forced loans that targeted Israeli business people in the United States. The US government eventually laid it all out in a 77-page, 32-count federal indictment filed in July 2008 with 11 counts for Itzhak and six for Meir.
The US State Department designated their network as one of the world’s top 40 drug importing organizations. Their extradition to Los Angeles in January 2011 was historic, the first ever under Israel’s racketeering law, modeled on America’s RICO statute. Their fates in court could not have been more different.
Meir pleaded to a single count of extortion involving $1,350,000 and received 36 months, including time served. He was back in Israel almost immediately. Itzhak pleaded guilty to racketeering conspiracy, including conspiracy to commit murder and conspiracy to import ecstasy, and received 10 years.
But the American case was only the beginning. Back in Israel, Case 512, the largest criminal prosecution in the country’s history, >> >> encompassing 40 separate investigations and 50 suspects, was closing in. On November 16th, 2021, a Tel Aviv court convicted Itzhak of three murders for the Yehuda Haliva bombing, attempted murder of Rosenstein, and heading a criminal organization.
On June 28th, 2022, the judge handed down three life sentences plus additional consecutive years. Compensation orders totaling 1.5 million shekels were issued to the victims’ families. In November 2024, Israel’s Supreme Court rejected his final appeal. The case is closed. Meir struck a plea bargain in Case 512, admitting involvement in the bombing and a 480-kg cocaine importation.
He received 5 years and was paroled in June 2021. Today, Itzhak Abergil sits in the secure wing of Shatta prison in northern Israel. Authorities believe he still has the ability to orchestrate criminal events from behind bars. Meir is free, reportedly living quietly in the town of Kfar Truman. Two brothers from the same slum, one will die in prison.
The other walks free. While the Abergils ruled from the center of the country, another man was building a very different kind of empire, not in Tel Aviv’s towers, but in the dusty south. Shalom Domrani was born around 1975 in Ashkelon, a coastal city near the Gaza border. >> >> His criminal career started early.
He served a 5-year sentence for drug trafficking in 1996 and then 30 additional months for attempted extortion committed while he was still behind bars. After his release in 2002, he did not slow down. He built a fortified compound in a southern moshav so heavily secured that Israeli police deployed a permanent surveillance balloon above it just to monitor his movements.
They called him the king of the south. His empire stretched from Ashkelon to Beersheba, from Ashdod to Netivot, a vast stretch of the Negev desert where police resources were thin and community silence was thick. Protection rackets, loan sharking, illegal gambling, weapons trafficking, and a particularly lucrative illegal sand mining operation on southern beaches reportedly generated millions of shekels in revenue.
He maintained contacts reaching into Gaza for stolen vehicle trafficking and into Morocco where he sometimes retreated to escape police surveillance. A leaked US Embassy cable named him among the rising figures of Israeli organized crime, describing how newer bosses were closing the gap with established families.
His most dangerous rivalry was with Benny [ __ ] a former right-hand man who split from the organization around 2013 and took a portion of the territory with him. What followed was years of bloodshed that terrorized the southern cities. Shlomo’s brother was shot dead outside his home in 2015. The violence escalated in waves, drive-by shootings, arson attacks, and car bombings.
Police intercepted a hit squad on route to kill a member of a rival gang in the south carrying loaded weapons in their vehicle. [ __ ] himself was assassinated on the eve of Yom Kippur, October 3rd, 2022, >> >> at a gas station near Tel Aviv, seven shots at point-blank range. >> >> Police suspected Domrani orchestrated the killing through the Jarushi crime family but could not build a case.
The suspects were released. Meanwhile, the rival Megidish crime family of Ashdod separately attempted to acquire a sniper rifle and a missile to kill Domrani. That is the level of warfare in the Negev. Military-grade weapons were deployed against criminal targets in civilian neighborhoods. In October 2015, a massive police sweep arrested Domrani along with 28 associates on charges including murder, attempted murder, and weapons trafficking.
He eventually struck a plea bargain, confessing to two counts of attempted murder, and served approximately 6 years before his release on October 4th, 2021. Since then, the violence around him has only intensified. His money man, Avi Biton, was killed by a car bomb in February 2022. >> >> His son, Nissim, was shot and seriously wounded the following month.
In January 2026, Domrani himself was arrested on suspicion of ordering a grenade attack on a home in Ashkelon. He was released within hours for insufficient evidence. He built a fortress in the desert and dared anyone to come for him. They keep trying. Domrani ruled through brute force, but the next figure on this list operated with something far more dangerous, precision.
Amir Molnar was born around 1972 in Ramat Gan, a middle-class suburb east of Tel Aviv. His father was a Hungarian immigrant police officer. His mother was a Moroccan immigrant school secretary. He was, by all accounts, a quiet kid from a good family. Then he joined the Israel Defense Forces and served as an explosives expert in the Golani Brigade, one of Israel’s most elite infantry units.
The military taught him how to build detonators, handle demolitions, and plan tactical operations. He learned every lesson and then he applied them to a career in organized crime. After his discharge, he was recruited by Yossi Harari of the Ramat Amidar gang, who reportedly saw potential in this quiet fellow from a good family who was looking for thrills and who stood up to the police like a man.
Molnar became the protege of Yaakov Alperon, head of one of Israel’s largest crime families, and quickly proved himself indispensable. Through the mid-1990s, Molnar waged one of the bloodiest conflicts Israel had known. It was a war against the Pardes Katz gang that left a trail of mutilated bodies and exploded cars across the greater Tel Aviv area.
His military training made the car bombings devastatingly effective with precision charges placed to maximize lethality and detonated at exactly the right moment. These were not crude pipe bombs. They were the work of a professional demolitions expert applying battlefield techniques to residential streets.
A veteran police officer described the challenge of catching him. Despite constant surveillance and wiretapping, Molnar hardly ever incriminated himself, which suggested that his communication channels operated beyond anything police could access. That level of operational discipline, the ability to run a criminal empire while leaving virtually no electronic footprint, is not something you learn on the streets.
It is the product of intelligence-grade training. He eventually inherited Rosenstein’s designation as public enemy number one on Tel Aviv’s detective squad. His organization controlled all of central Israel from a base in Ramat Gan, while Molnar himself lived in the luxury of Kiryat Towers in central Tel Aviv, one of the most expensive addresses in the country, a penthouse purchased with the proceeds of assassination and extortion.
His reach extended far beyond Israel. In South Africa, he and his associates specialized in extorting Jewish business owners in Johannesburg. In Mexico, he established what investigators described as an enclave of exiled Israeli mob figures in Cancun. In January 2006, he was stabbed in the neck by Dror Alperon, his mentor’s son, >> >> at a a summit at the Daniel Hotel in Herzliya.
When Ya’akov Alperon was killed by a car bomb on November 17th, 2008, Molner was the prime suspect. He was never convicted of it. He was, however, convicted in September 2009 of conspiracy to commit murder and weapons possession, including a gun fitted with a silencer, and sentenced to 32 months in solitary confinement. In October 2015, he was arrested again upon landing in Israel after spending 22 months abroad in Thailand suspected of money laundering and tax crimes.
The Israeli Defense Forces trained him to protect his country. He used every lesson to terrorize it. From the luxury towers of Tel Aviv, we travel to a very different battleground 12,000 km away where an Israeli fugitive had carved out a criminal kingdom inside Mexican cartel territory. Benjamin Yeshurun Suthi, known as Johnny Ben, was born around 1974 in Tel Aviv.
His rivalry with the Mosly crime family reportedly stretched back to childhood, and legend holds he once tied two members of the Mosly family to a tree to humiliate them. In 1997, he orchestrated the attempted murder of criminal rival Manny Aslan at a Tel Aviv eatery. When an accomplice turned state’s witness, Suthi was sentenced to approximately 17 years. He did not serve them.
In 2001, during a furlough from Ramle prison, he vanished. He fled to Mexico. From 2001 to 2005, according to Mexico City’s attorney general, Suthi built a tight criminal organization involved in drug trafficking, kidnapping, illegal casino operations, arms trafficking to Central and South America, and money laundering.
He controlled retail drug sales in Mexico City’s upscale Polanco and Santa Fe districts, wealthy neighborhoods where wealthy clients paid premium prices. He was, in essence, running an Israeli crime operation on Mexican soil, importing the organizational discipline and ruthlessness of the Tel Aviv underworld into a country already drowning in cartel violence.
And then he made a connection that elevated him beyond the reach of most Israeli criminals. He forged a direct alliance with the Beltran Leyva cartel, specifically with Edgar Valdez Villareal, known as La Barbie, one of the cartel’s most feared enforcers, who was moving approximately 1 ton of cocaine per month into the United States.
A photograph recovered by police showed the two men together, the Israeli fugitive and the American-born cartel commander side by side. Suthi had bridged two criminal worlds that had never overlapped before, the Israeli underworld and the Mexican cartels. It was a partnership built on mutual benefit. Suthi offered international laundering networks and European connections, and the cartel offered product, territory, and muscle.
He was arrested in Mexico City around 2004 and extradited to Israel to complete his original sentence. He served the rest of his time, years behind bars in an Israeli prison, far [snorts] from the cartel connections and the Polanco nightlife. He was released in February 2019. Within weeks, he was back in Mexico.
He reportedly had a daughter there, and perhaps he believed that 18 years as a fugitive and nearly two decades in prison had settled all debts. He was wrong. On July 24th, 2019, just 5 months after regaining his freedom, Suthi sat at a table inside the Arts Pedregal shopping mall in southwest Mexico City with his bodyguard, 40-year-old Alon Azoulay.
A hitwoman named Esperanza Gutierrez Rohano approached them. She drew a Glock and opened fire, 44 shots. Suthi collapsed. Azoulay collapsed beside him. Both were dead before paramedics arrived. Outside, accomplices fired assault rifles at responding police as a diversion while Rohano escaped through the mall.
She was captured shortly after, having ditched a blonde wig she had worn as a disguise. She confessed she was a contract killer. Her fee for two lives was 25,000 pesos, approximately $1,300. The killing came 1 day after Suthi’s former associate Erez Akrishevsky was extradited from Mexico to Israel, reportedly based on a tip from Suthi himself.
Israeli police stated there was no doubt the murder was commissioned by those with interests in Israel. The Mosly crime organization was the prime suspect. He survived Israeli prison, Mexican cartels, and 18 years as a fugitive. He didn’t survive 5 months of freedom. Look at these six men together, and a pattern emerges that goes beyond individual ambition.
None of them learned violence on the streets. They learned it in uniform, with government-issued weapons and state-funded training. Car bombings indistinguishable from terrorist attacks, counter-surveillance that left police describing their targets as beyond reach, multi-passport networks exploiting Moroccan, European, and Israeli heritage to cross borders without raising a single red flag at customs, an ecstasy pipeline so dominant that American authorities estimated Israeli syndicates controlled
75% of the United States market at its peak, and a willingness to operate in countries where other Israeli criminals feared to tread, Mexico, South Africa, Thailand, Colombia. The skills transfer from military to underworld is not metaphorical. It is literal and devastating. In 2014, police arrested eight people for stealing IDF materials to sell to criminal organizations and seized 10 shoulder-fired anti-tank rockets, 30 shrapnel grenades, and 50 explosive bricks.
By 2024, weapons stolen from military operations in Gaza escalated the problem further. Soldiers and civilians with access to combat zones were diverting army-grade grenades and projectiles directly into criminal hands. In a single month, 15 grenades were used in criminal incidents across the country.
The state built the weapon, and the criminals aimed it. The Jewish crime families profiled here have largely been dismantled or driven into financial operations. The Abergil organization no longer exists as a functioning entity, but the violence has not stopped. It has migrated. Arab crime families in Israel now drive an unprecedented crisis.
252 homicides were recorded in 2025 alone, a 250% increase from 2018. The murder rate in Arab communities has reached nearly 12 per 100,000, comparable to Venezuela. Weapons stolen from military operations in Gaza, grenades, anti-tank missiles, and projectiles flow directly into criminal hands. The Knesset passed emergency legislation in December 2024, authorizing restriction orders against suspected crime figures, but courts approved only six of 30 police requests.
Itzhak Abergil will almost certainly die in Shatta prison, his final appeal exhausted in November 2024. Meir Abergil and Ze’ev Rosenstein are free. Both were released in 2021 and maintain low profiles. Shalom Domrani was arrested in January 2026 and released within hours. >> >> Amir Molner’s organization remains listed among active syndicates, and Ben Suthi is dead, gunned down in a shopping mall 12,000 km from the city where he was born.
Think back to that December morning on Yehuda Halevi Street. When the prime minister convened his emergency cabinet, when the country believed it was under attack from its enemies, the real threat was already inside, trained by the state itself, armed with its weapons, traveling on its passports. These six men did not infiltrate the system. The system built them.
It taught them how to handle explosives and then watched as they detonated car bombs on residential streets. It gave them discipline, tactical thinking, and the ability to operate under pressure, and then watched as they used those skills to build empires that spanned four continents. And the cost was never abstract.
It was three civilians dead on a Tel Aviv sidewalk because they happened to walk past a currency exchange at the wrong moment. It was communities in the Negev living in the shadow of fortified kingpowns where children grew up hearing gunfire and understanding what a car bomb sounds like.
It was a shopping mall in Mexico City turned into a killing floor for $1,300. It was a country that now records more organized crime murders than at any point in its history, 252 in a single year with weapons diverted from its own military stockpiles. The men who believed they were untouchable learned eventually that patience is the only weapon the law truly needs.
Itzhak Abergil will spend the rest of his life staring at the walls of Shatta prison. Rosenstein is a free man who can no longer walk a street without looking over his shoulder. Suthi is buried somewhere far from home, but you can’t lock away the criminals. You cannot lock away the machine that made them. And that machine is still running.
QQ4 Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The friendship began on a live television program in November of 1986 in the 11 seconds after Bob Dylan called Keith Richards music derivative on camera. Keith Richard’s response to that assessment, one sentence said without anger, without performance, with the specific directness of a man who has nothing to prove and knows it made Bob Dylan laugh.
Then made Bob Dylan go quiet. then made Bob Dylan say two words that people who know Bob Dylan say he almost never said to anyone. This is the story of those 11 seconds and the 40 years that followed them. The program was a live music interview special broadcast on an American network on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The format was simple.
Two musicians, a host, an hour of conversation about music and the state of it. The producers had assembled the pairing of Bob Dylan and Keith Richards with the specific calculation of television producers who understand that two people with equally strong and potentially incompatible views about what music is and what it should do will produce better television than two people who agree about everything.
The calculation was correct, though not in the way the producers had anticipated. Bob Dylan was 45 years old in November of 1986. Bob Dylan had released Empire Burlesque the previous year and had been on the road for most of the intervening period as part of the True Confessions tour with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
Bob Dylan was in November of 1986 in one of the most prolific and restless phases of a career that had consisted almost entirely of prolific and restless phases. A career that had moved through folk, rock, country, gospel, and back again, that had been declared finished at least six times by the music press, and at each time continued with the serene indifference of a river to the opinions of people standing on its banks.
Bob Dylan had been redefining what music could be. Since 1962, Bob Dylan had invented and reinvented himself so many times that reinvention had become his defining characteristic, not in the superficial sense of a performer changing costumes, but in the deeper sense of a musician who had never allowed his work to settle into a form that could be anticipated or categorized from the outside.
Bob Dylan understood influence and originality and the relationship between them better than almost anyone alive in 1986. Bob Dylan had spent 24 years thinking carefully and specifically about where music came from and where music was going and what it meant that those two things were always in constant conversation with each other.
Keith Richards was 42 years old in November of 1986. Keith Richards had been playing guitar professionally since 1962. Keith Richards had built a career on a foundation of American blues and rhythm and blues. A foundation that Keith Richards had studied with the systematic devotion of someone who understood that the tradition he was building on was not incidental to the music he was making, but essential to it.
that you could not understand what Keith Richards did without understanding where Keith Richards had come from and what Keith Richards had been listening to since he was a teenager in Dartford with American Import Records and a secondhand guitar and no teacher except the recordings themselves. Keith Richards had never pretended otherwise. Keith Richards had in fact spent considerable energy across his career making the lineage explicit, naming the artists, citing the recordings, insisting on the acknowledgement of influence that the mainstream music
industry had a long history of suppressing or ignoring or crediting to the wrong people. If anything, Keith Richards was more transparent about his sources than most musicians of his generation. Keith Richards had always said openly that the Rolling Stones came directly from the blues, that Muddy Waters and Robert Johnson and the specific tradition of the Mississippi Delta were not background influences, but foundational ones.
The music Keith Richards made was in direct and sustained conversation with that tradition, something Keith Richards considered not a limitation, but a responsibility and a form of respect. The interview had been running for 8 minutes when the host asked Bob Dylan about the current state of rock and roll.
Bob Dylan answered with the density and the indirection that characterized Bob Dylan’s responses to direct questions, turning the question over, approaching it from an unexpected angle, finding his way to what he actually thought through a series of observations that moved like a river rather than a road. Bob Dylan was not a straightforward interview subject.
Bob Dylan had been asked about rock and roll in hundreds of interviews across 24 years and had developed the habit of treating the question as an invitation to think out loud rather than a request for a prepared position. The producer Gerald Sherman said afterward that in the first 8 minutes of the interview, he had been slightly anxious, not because anything was going wrong, but because nothing was going anywhere in particular yet.
The interview had the feeling of two conversations happening simultaneously. Bob Dylan’s internal one and the external one visible to the cameras. And Gerald Sherman was not certain in those first eight minutes that the two conversations would converge into something. Bob Dylan talked about influence. Bob Dylan talked about originality.
Bob Dylan talked about the difference between music that absorbed a tradition and transformed it and music that absorbed a tradition and reproduced it. And then Bob Dylan made his assessment. And then Bob Dylan said with the precision of a man making a musical assessment rather than a personal judgment that the Rolling Stones work, and Bob Dylan was specific, naming Keith Richards as the guitarist whose approach he was discussing was derivative in a way that Bob Dylan found limiting.
Bob Dylan said it without hostility. Bob Dylan said it as a technical observation about the relationship between source material and the work that came from it. Bob Dylan said that Keith Richards played the blues the way the blues had already been played, rather than using the blues as a starting point for something that had not yet been played.
Keith Richards had been listening to this with the specific attention Keith Richards gave to things being said about music by people who knew music. Keith Richards did not interrupt. Keith Richards did not shift in his chair or display any of the visible signals of a person preparing a defensive response. Keith Richards listened to Bob Dylan’s complete observation all the way to its conclusion without interrupting and without displaying any visible signal of preparing a response.
Then Keith Richards said one sentence. The sentence was not a rebuttal. The sentence did not defend Keith Richards music or argue for its originality or challenge Bob Dylan’s characterization of what the blues meant in the context of rock and roll. The sentence was something else entirely, something that required a specific kind of confidence to say.
The confidence of a person who has spent long enough thinking about the same things as the person they are talking to that they can locate the exact point where their thinking diverges and say something useful about that point rather than simply defending their own position. The sentence acknowledged everything Bob Dylan had said, the assessment, the distinction Bob Dylan was drawing, the specific musical concern underlying the observation, and then turned it 90°.
Keith Richards took Bob Dylan’s own framework, the one Bob Dylan had used to analyze Keith Richards relationship to the blues tradition, and applied it back to Bob Dylan’s work with the same precision Bob Dylan had used to apply it to Keith Richards. Spare aimed. The sentence asked Bob Dylan something about Bob Dylan’s own music, about the relationship between Bob Dylan’s sources and Bob Dylan’s output that Bob Dylan had not been asked on television before.
The sentence did not attack. The sentence illuminated. Bob Dylan laughed. The laugh was not the polite laugh of someone responding to a joke. The laugh was the involuntary laugh of someone who has been genuinely surprised. The specific kind of surprise that a person of exceptional intelligence experiences when someone else’s intelligence exceeds their expectations.
Bob Dylan laughed for 4 seconds. Then Bob Dylan stopped laughing. Then Bob Dylan was quiet for 3 seconds in the way that Bob Dylan was quiet when Bob Dylan was thinking rather than performing thought. Then Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” The producer in the booth, a man named Gerald Sherman, who had been working in television for 14 years, said afterward that in 14 years of live television production, he had never heard Bob Dylan say those two words in a public forum.
Gerald Sherman said he had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions and had observed Bob Dylan in numerous other contexts and that you’re right was not a phrase that Bob Dylan deployed easily or often because Bob Dylan had spent 24 years being right about music in ways that other people eventually caught up with. And the experience of being right ahead of everyone else does not generally produce a man who says you’re right readily when someone else makes a point.
The host of the program, a journalist named Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said afterward that the 11 seconds between Bob Dylan’s assessment and Bob Dylan saying, “You’re right,” were the most extraordinary 11 seconds of television she had been present for. Patricia Wells said that what she witnessed in those 11 seconds was not a debate or a confrontation or a celebrity exchange of competing opinions.
Patricia Wells said what she witnessed was one musician recognizing another musician as an equal, which was in the specific context of Bob Dylan in 1986, not something that happened in public very often. The interview continued for another 42 minutes after those 11 seconds. The conversation between Bob Dylan and Keith Richards in the remaining 42 minutes was described by everyone who watched it as fundamentally different from the first 8 minutes.
The host, Patricia Wells, who had been conducting music interviews for 12 years and understood the difference between the performance of conversation and actual conversation, said that at approximately the 9-minute mark, something shifted in the studio. That the formal interview, architecture dissolved, and what replaced it was something less structured and more genuine.
Bob Dylan and Keith Richards talked about influence and originality and the blues and what it meant to build on a tradition without being consumed by it. They talked about specific recordings and specific musicians with the specificity of two people who had spent their entire adult lives thinking about these things and rarely found another person who had thought about them with equivalent care.
They talked about where music came from and where music was going and whether those two questions were actually one question or two. Patricia Wells said afterward that she had asked approximately four questions in the remaining 42 minutes because Bob Dylan and Keith Richards did not require questions. They required only a room and a camera and the shared understanding that what they were saying together was worth recording carefully.
She said it was the best interview she had ever conducted and that she had conducted the smallest part of it. After the program, Bob Dylan and Keith Richards were in the corridor outside the studio when the host Patricia Wells passed them. Patricia Wells said she did not stop because she did not want to interrupt.
She observed them for approximately 30 seconds from a distance. She said they were talking with the ease of people who had known each other for years rather than people who had met for the first time 2 hours earlier. She said that something had shifted between them during the broadcast that the broadcast had made permanent rather than temporary.
She continued down the corridor and did not look back. She said in her account of that evening that she had decided in that moment not to interrupt the conversation because some conversations are more valuable than any question a journalist might ask and that the conversation she had observed for 30 seconds in the corridor outside the studio was one of them.
She had been a music journalist for 12 years. She recognized the difference. Bob Dylan and Keith Richards have maintained their friendship across four decades. They have appeared together at various events, most significantly at the concert for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1995, where people who were present described them as inseparable for most of the evening, occupying the same corner of the backstage area and talking with the concentrated attention of people who only have a limited amount of time together and intend to use it
well. Bob Dylan has spoken about Keith Richards in interviews with the specific thoughtful care that Bob Dylan reserves for musicians whose work Bob Dylan considers genuinely important rather than merely culturally prominent. Keith Richards has spoken about Bob Dylan in similar terms with the specific respect of someone who recognizes in another person a commitment to music that goes deeper than career.
Neither Bob Dylan nor Keith Richards has made a public statement specifically about how the friendship began or about the November 1986 interview. Bob Dylan has not mentioned the 11 seconds. Keith Richards has not mentioned the sentence. The interview exists in the archive. The 11 seconds are there. The laugh is there. The two words are there.
What is also there for anyone who watches the interview from its beginning and pays attention to the shift that happens at the 9-minute mark is the specific moment when two people who thought they were appearing on a television program discovered they were actually talking to each other. What Keith Richards said in that one sentence has never been officially reported.
The people who were in the studio that evening, Gerald Sherman, Patricia Wells, the floor crew, the two camera operators, the makeup artist who was watching from the side of the set, have described the sentence in consistent terms. They have described its effect. They have described Bob Dylan’s laugh and Bob Dylan’s silence and Bob Dylan’s two words.
They have not repeated the sentence itself in the specific understanding that the sentence was said between two musicians on a television program and that its power resided in the specific context of that exchange and would not survive removal from it intact. What can be said is this. Keith Richards said something to Bob Dylan about Bob Dylan’s music that used Bob Dylan’s own observation about Keith Richards as its starting point and arrived somewhere that Bob Dylan had not anticipated.
Keith Richards turned Bob Dylan’s assessment 90° and showed Bob Dylan something about the music they had both spent their lives making that Bob Dylan recognized immediately as true. And Bob Dylan said, “You’re right.” Two words said by Bob Dylan in public on live television in 1986 to Keith Richards in response to a single sentence Keith Richards had said about music.
Two words that Gerald Sherman, who had worked with Bob Dylan on two previous occasions, said he had never heard Bob Dylan say in a public forum. Two words that Patricia Wells, who had been interviewing musicians for 12 years, said were the most significant two words she had heard in those 12 years. Not because of their content, but because of who said them and what it cost to say them and what it meant that Keith Richards had produced them in 11 seconds from a conversation that began with Bob Dylan calling Keith Richards’s music derivative. And Keith Richards and
Bob Dylan have been close friends for nearly 40 years. The sentence did its work in 11 seconds on the evening of November 3rd, 1986. The work has been ongoing ever since. If this story moved you, subscribe and leave a comment below. Have you ever said something to someone that turned a potential disagreement into an unexpected and lasting connection? Tell us about it in the comments below.
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