As you know, Ezi caught Covid in New York. And now the kids from Boston have come here – and caught it. Every day this week someone else tests positive, and there are other viruses weaving in and out of the family.
We seem to be getting closer and closer to the problem of how can there ber a Jewish State that is a complete democracy. Somehow my memory jumps back to 1954 the first time in school when we had to add “under God” to the Pledge Allegience. Whose God I asked then, and I realized that the democracy I was living in was a Christian democracy. I still don’t understand what it means.
sometimes I don’t write. Sometimes even though there are vast subjects tp write about, i don’t have words, or time, or attraction. But lately poems about the holocaust keep spinning out of me. The two best so far are in Minyan Magazine
but there are dozens more – closets full of them, to coin a phrase.
they are all from my past, hearsay and actual experiences that I have blocked out – unaware of trauma, but i have blocked out may things from my life and the holocaust was just one of them.
what others could be of similar ilk? getting locked in a closet with a boy in third grade. getting caught stealing in a department store, being excluded from a class event… Similar ilk in those are things one blocks out.
I’ve never really felt comfortable in parades. The other marchers are always thrilled but I always felt I was being dragged along and not making anyone else happy. So if I don’t like them I don’t have much of a right to discuss them. Nevertheless…
we have two parades coming up that don’t make me feel good. The first is the Jerusalem Day flage parade. As much as I am proud of the Israeli flag, I don’t like the idea of parading with a flag when there are others who have other flags they are not allowed to wave. Let’s settle that issue first, and the we’ll have better reasons to wave that flag and it won’t be in their face.
The second is the gay pride parade coming up in Tel Aviv. I know it brings in tourists, and I have been for gay pride ever since I read John Rechy’s book, City of Night in 1963. But I’m not at all sure that anyone is convinced to accept the varieties of sexuality by the massive drag show.
So what can I say about parades? Maybe there should be a parade of parade-dissenters…
I’ve been waiting to see the second season of “Tehran” all month. Not for the action, not for the drama – but for the way the series handles the relations between Israel and Iran. Here we are bombing the weapons shipments of Iran to Hizbullah and Hamas on the one hand, and on the other hand dreaming of the warm relations we used to have. And we’re making a series about the animousity. How complex is that?
haven’t seen all my kids yet, haven’t even been down to the grocer yet. But I did get my hair cut. And it was my welcome back to Israel. Walking there without a mask, breathing fresh air, listening to conversations that are not politically correct…
I suddenly realize in retrospect that I felt very confined in Manhattan. It was not just an issue of masks and the rising covid rate. It had something to do with the extreme poverty on the streets, the crime, and the pretension of the museums to woke. It also had to do with the fact that we were confined to our room for a week. So I’m not that objective…
Tomorrow I should be out much more and will be able to report on things that are wrong with being home…
I jumped. I listened to the piece carefully, watched the video, and saw no evidence. You tell me, what indicates proof Israeli soldiers shot her, and what shows they did it on purpose? Am I completely stupid? I can’t see it.