What to buy? Food has become so expensive, but what else is there to do for fun but eat? And clothes are all half-price, but where will we wear them? How remarkable that not only are we in moral and ethical dilemmas, but also in quandries in our daily life. Even if I just look in my closet and try to decide what to store and what will be needed in the next month, I have no answers. Climate change, weight changes, uncertain future – it’s all confusing.
I wanted to take my grandchildren for a vacation – but where can we go? Tourists are everywhere and so is Covid. Cruises don’t fit our dates. And no place needs us more than here right now.
There is almost nothing in my life right now that is not determined by the political situation. Either I am dealing with it or escaping from it. Either I’m trying to figure a solution to this situation or I am trying to run away from it. In this photograph we’re doing both at the same time – dealing with it and escaping. We’re at the demonstration but we’re avoiding its significance. A little schizophrenia goes a long way.
It is impossible to know how many people are at the demonstration. There are people coming and going all evening. We left around 9 and as we drove home we saw the streets full of people with flags on their way to Namir and Kaplan. And upon coming home I read that tens of thousands were there. But there were more there when I was there than tens of thousands, and if I haven’t miscalculated there were thousands on their way.
But there appears to be an additional problem that I have been noticing lately: there are so many different organizations coming together to demonstrate, and some with very different goals. My own preference is for the establishment of a constitution, but the women’s right movement, the necessity for education in democracy, etc. the need for funding for public health, equality, equality, equality.
But first, get our priorities straight and clear. More soon.
We’ve been debating all day about whether to dare to go tonight. After all, I’ve got ceramic/metal hips and delicate grandchildren and I’d really not like to be trampled by a horse. But I don’t want them to leave the country either. And I would like to be able to respect our ideals and our leaders.
On the other hand, I’d like to rest. At my age I think I deserve to live in an ethical environment.
What got me started with my dreaming was a little conversation with a cow. She was licking the bull’s face and gave me a look as if to say – don’t bother me now, I’m busy. And I brought back a vague memory of another cow in a kibbutz long long ago who also had no respect for me. And how I dreamt then of how perfect the life of a kibbutz was – socialism. Not knowing any better, I assumed that the Arab village who traded with the kibbutz was another kind of Eden. I understood very little of what was going on behind the scenes.
This is our 43rd anniversary and we’re incredibly happy together, but you wouldn’t guess it from this photo. Why are we not thrilled? How can we rejoice in this dangerous situation in the world?
I keep putting off a cruise with the kids because I’m terrified of being responsible for kinds in a world that is burning up in so many ways.
yes. we escaped. nothing to do until September when the courts take up the question of reasonableness. So I thought I might find something in Thoreau. Right? He’s the one who knows about civil disobedience.
but it doesn’t work here. Take for example his idea of not paying taxes. Well, taxes are taken off at the source. Salaries are paid with taxes already taken out. So – what- stop working? Hmm – impossible in today’s prices. Buy less? the business will go broke.
Then there’s his theory: “After all, the practical reason why, when the power is once in the hands of the people, a majority are permitted, and for a long period continue, to rule is not because they are most likely to be in the right, nor because this seems fairest to the minority, but because they are physically the strongest. But a government in which the majority rule in all cases cannot be based on justice, even as far as men understand it. Can there not be a government in which majorities do not virtually decide right and wrong, but conscience?-“
Well we have a divided conscience. I’ve got a friend whose conscience says we can’t be good Jews until we make sacrifices in the Temple. Unfortunately, ruins of the temple are beneath the Mosque of Omar. So he’s really into the new laws. But of course my consience takes me the opposite way.
Anyway today is Tisha B’Av – the fast day in memory of the destruction of the temple. And we are celebrating our anniversary is Mitzpeh Yamim – a vegetarian spa north of Rosh Pina – where there is almost no news, and the heat keeps us indoors. So I know about massages, pools, dining hall, gorgeous views. Nothing real.
And Thoreau is a fiction that’s fun to read. I go to sleep dreaming of his lugging his laundry from his hermit shack to his mother’s every week.