Avot Yeshurun – I remember him as an old man with facial nerve paralysis who was always alone.  I had forgotten his poetry.  But when I heard Israel Bright sing a poem of his, I was transformed back to when I heard him read.  His speech was unclear, but I got the gist of it because there was something about how when he came to Jaffa as a refugee he was carried ashore by an Arab and fed eggplants.  What I never knew about the poet is that he changed his name in 1948 to Avot (Ancestors) Yeshurun (are watching) after the division he was in destroyed an Arab village.  Dan Miron spoke about him this evening and pointed out that menschlichkeit (being a human being) is the only characteristic that gives us a right to be here.