Always_Ask:
In this instance i wouldn’t be quick to judge, because i read there was suspicious wetness on the metal ramp which created an abnormal slippery situation. Even in normal circumstances, people make missteps. So i wouldn’t judge them regarding “pushing or shoving”.
But now especially, after finding out about the Givat Zev bleachers tragedy, we must start analyzing the “metaphysical” aspect of all this, namely, that the special “shemirah” is now being withheld, and thus it’s currently inadvisable to be “somech al ha’neis” anymore.
See, as far back as decades ago, i used to witness ongoing open miracles in Israel, where little kids, sans adult supervision, would be recklessly running on stone walls which had no railings, coupled with sheer drops to concrete way below. Yet they all remained unscathed! Having witnessed such scenes ongoingly, I have ZERO doubt, that zillions of malachim have been constantly vigilant to guard the many happy-go-lucky people in Israel. As in “shomer psayim Hashem”.
Without a doubt, malachim have also worked overtime during every PAST Lag B’Omer in Meron. And that’s why the world hasn’t heard of such tragedies previously.
I mean, think about it. Isn’t it uncanny that a similar incident took place in Givat Zev so soon after Meron? How many numerous times have dense charedi crowds used bleachers in the past – ones which also probably weren’t built too well?
…And isn’t it uncanny that suddenly, the Iron Dome became so “overwhelmed”?
Do you really really think the aforesaid malachim couldn’t have mopped up the slippery wetness at Meron AND also prevented the people from toppling on each other? I myself had a miracle happen one Friday in Israel, when visiting Hebrew University, which me & my mother became aware was a near ghost town. Every which way we went trying to exit, was locked. I panicked, realizing it was soon Shabbos, so I scurried down the hall peeking into classrooms, then eventually found a chossid at a shtender inside one of the rooms, who seemed to be davening. He didn’t say a word, just motioned to me to wait, and eventually he led us, as well as a lost backpacker down a stationary escalator to a concrete platform, where we saw the Egged bus approaching. During all that time, he never said a word, just walked ahead of us, and we followed with sighs of relief. I’m sure that was Eliyahu Hanavi making sure we got back in time for Shabbos, because why on earth would a chossid be in an abandoned university in East Jerusalem on a Friday?
In summation, there’s times filled with open miracles, other times containing hidden miracles, and finally (such as many current happenings), the withholding of shemirah.