With so many antisemitic incidents against Jews, even in the past few days, we should remember where the responsibility lies – and it’s not with the “bully.”
After they refused a prisoner exchange deal, and we said we’ll continue the war until the end, they sent us a present of 15-20 rockets. The shards fell all over the area – schools, parks, homes, streets, yards, and shops. Most people were still bustling about and we had just come home from the supermarket, so we raced as usual down to the shelter. I just managed to open the door of the building for a few passersby when the booms began. We hadn’t even had time to get down the stairs before the building shook.
My neighbor, unfortunately has no sense of humor, especially since we were among those who refused to rebuild the house in a housing renewal project and she wanted to add a balcony. So when I told her “now we can have a brand new house” she didn’t even look my way, much less smile.
Why shouldn’t she smile? We’ve been doing this for months, and we should be getting used to seeing each other in the shelter, to saving our lives. But perhaps because I was born with the death of the doodle-bugs (V1 rockets over London) I have a bit more optimistic nature than she has.
Seven artists, actors ,singers, musicians and dancers invite you to a one-time performance of voices from the October 7 war. Through poems, songs, music movement and prose we will share our bewilderment in an evening of compassion which we hope will be ultimately uplifting. Directed by Gabriella Lev, with Tamar Amar, Ran Cohen, Shira Natan, Hila Cohen, Geula Atlas, Batya Daniel Writers: Agi Mishol, Sarai Shavit, Karen Alkalay -Gut, Avital Liman, Salit Lazar, Zelda, Yosef Haim Brenner and others Monday Dec 25, 8pm at Bet Mazie Theatre ,18 Mesilat Yesharim
Today I got interviewed for some podcast – it was supposed to be about my book, the one about ‘home poems’ but the real subject turned out to be about what advice I can give to the hundreds of thousands of Israelis about rebuilding their homes. And I found myself saying that it takes an entire society to build a home, that we all have a responsibility to help re build their homes. And our own. Until we come together and put everything we have into settling homes for everyone, we have not fulfilled our responsibility as citizens.
I understand they are not all the same and the access is often treacherous, but still – if the people of Gaza had access to those tunnels, there would be no victims of bombings.
i look at the maps – miles and miles of tunnels -some are booby-trapped, some have blackboards and chalk, some have dolls dressed like babies with hebrew voices calling for help and bombs inside, some have cells for prisoners. Wow, are these people rich.
The lecturer at the opening of the Tel Aviv Museum pointed out that we are not the same people that we were when we planned this exhibit four years ago. Our needs are different, our goals are different. The sense of reconsidering and rebuilding the identity of the country underlies many considerations about exhibits now. Not that the artists have changed, but their relationships to society have been re-examined and re-emphasized.
I admit I like it. The self-satisfaction and superciliousness of the art world in the past has really bothered me in the past years.
The exhibit at the Muza museum was crowded. Everyone I could see was fascinated by most of the photographs of the events of the past year. So much has happened and it is terrible to see it recorded all together in one room.
There was little relief from the tragedies we have gone through recently – but the fact that so many could see this exhibit shows that we are becoming just a bit innured. Not because we don’t care, but we are learning to live with horror.