is one of the films featured in the DocAviv film festival this year. Don’t missit. It tells the story of Joseph Weits who was pretty much single handedly responsible for the purchase of land from the Arabs before 1948. The footage and photos from that period are incredible.
When Amnesty first came out with the decision that Israel is Apartheid in all four areas – Gaza, West Bank, East Jerusalem and within the 1967 borders, I wondered about the accuracy of linking all four areas together. After all, there are Arabs in our building, opposite us, and actually, a number of apartments on our street. This is very different from the situation in Gaza, for example, where there are no Jews.
When I returned to Israel, I was delighted to have the situation explained to me by my friend Frances Raday, whose clear and rational response. The article is here.
As someone whose great-grandfather bought his land in the nineteenth century, Ezi blew up when I mentioned the subject – “Colonialist?” he said. “Half the people in this country were thrown out of North-African countries.”
But I came here in 1978, so maybe I’m a colonialist…
Shvuout starts on Saturday evening as shabbat ends. We have our traditional dinner with friends on Shvuout, but that’s where our tradition ends. Half the family with corona will be out of quarantine by Monday so we will celebrate Ezi’s birthday then, but for a beginning we”ll have dinner on the beach at sunset with the healthy half tonight. The beach will save me from exploding over all the screwed up plans for the holidays. My ideal shvuout would be to take all the grandchildren to a kibbutz where there is a parade of the first fruits.
When I first became exposed to Israeli pop culture – in the seventies – I wasn’t very excited about him. Even though he was incredibly funny, it took me years to see that he was exposing the very decadence he embodied, and it was not an enormous revolution when he turned to religion.
Most people thought Uri Zohar’s ‘conversion’ was a joke, that he would soon shave off his beard and cut his sidelocks and announce that he fooled us. But he continued for at least a quarter of his life to study torah every day and practice virtue in earnest.
The feral cat we feed has not been happy with us since we went away, leaving a neighbor to leave her food. And until everyone came down with Covid, the house was full of strangers to her – a fact that disturbed her greatly. So today she left us a message – she crapped on our welcome mat.
Somehow I thought that agression is consistent with this country. In general. We all crap on the carpet of the people who feed us.
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.