israeli politics

do we celebrate or do we mourn?  We have to decide now – because if we’re making costumes we’ve got get stuck ready, right? One grandson says – no costumes and no celebrations until things are settled.  One granddaughter says I must have a cinderella dress.  So today we went to get the fabric, wondering whether we’ll get to make it or not, whether she’ll get to celebrate in it or not….

purim – march 8, 2024 Read Post »

israeli politics

I’ve been wearing various versions of the yellow ribbon since October.  It was intended for me to remember to do everything I can to help free the hostages.  But there isn’t anything I can do to help the 135 people whose names have not even been released.  It’s up to Hamas, and as much as I feel for the people of Gaza, I would never have mercy for those who tortured, raped, murdered those 135 hostages.  

But I think I’m less inclined to wear the ribbon any more.  Like Kramer.  I fear wearing the ribbon makes me feel virtuous, and it is unnecessary to do more.

The Ribbon – Read Post »

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Almost nothing can comfort me in the past weeks.  But making music with Ronen is overwhelming.  Ronen Shapira with all the clamps and frets he puts on his piano can make any sound in any direction.  He can sound Japanese, African, Western, Arab, and go anywhere in music.  Today I had a chance to reconnect with this genius and it allows me to believe again in soul.  Watch this space and I’ll figure out how to give you a taste…

music soothes savage beasts -march 7, 2024 Read Post »

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Ichilov is always busy, but today the hours we spent waiting reminded me of the old days before everything was computerized and you took a number and waited until you were called.  For two hours I watched the fish fighting in the tank in the waiting room.  But it was worth it.  The same smiling team who sent Ezi to the operation last week examined the wound and reassured us that all was well.  Even I was happy when I saw the wound that yesterday looked like dimsum and today looked almost like a wound.  

But a few hours in a hospital can make you very selfish, thinking only about yourself and your life.  Ezi diverted his attention from the pain by reading about planes on his phone, and it seemed to help.  The lone soldier sitting next to me deserved some maternal attention, but I gave everything I had to the fish. 

hospital – march 6, 2024 Read Post »

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No one can see the photographs and film of hungry Gazans without sympathy, and yet some of my friends disclaim any emotion.  One of the reasons we are seem less empathic is the fact that we never mention the terrible things done to us in order to demean and debase us.  Sometimes I mention something and nobody reacts.  Like a few months ago I dropped a hint in an article in firstofthemonth.org.  I said something about the fact that there were victims whose gender could not be identified at first.  Noone asked me about that, and I am sure that the families of these victims are not going to dwell on it.  But the mutilation of sexual organs was widespread on October 7, and the purpose was to debase and emasculate the men.  Raping women here was not about sex, certainly not when it was done with a shooting klatchnikov, but robbing the men and all the country of all power. Making a fifteen year old girl into a sex slave might have erotic benefits, but when I saw the footage of her, with her brownstained cargo pants, being pushed into a car on that fateful day, I wondered how anyone could get sexual pleasure from making that terrified child into a handmaiden.  

We don’t talk about the details, how the hostages of both sexes and ages are ravished daily – because it shames us.  But until we talk about it, we cannot explain – even to ourselves – our motivation.  Or regain our sense of moral superiority. 

Our attempts to bring food into Gaza have failed due to their desperation and our diffidence.  And when we remember how many Gazans were brought – by Israelis – to hospital in Israel for life-saving treatment, we are embarrassed we were such suckers.  Look at how we treated them and how they treat us.  It makes us feel even more foolish.

But we aren’t foolish – we’re human beings who were rewarded for our humanity with  behavior unheard of in the animal kingdom.  More of that behavior is unearthed every day.  

Victims are always embarassed to talk.  But until it all comes out, we remain victims.  

 

 

Hopium – March 5, 2024 Read Post »