blog, israeli politics, my life in tel aviv

For the religious, the rituals of every day and the rituals of the Sabbath remain the same whatever the situation, but we who are not observant, have found that so much of what we usually do have changed – not always outwardly, but always inwardly.  I am not strong enough to march to Jerusalem with the families of the hostages, but our usual activities seem to have no significance any more.  In the past we spent our Sabbath with our children and grandchildren, or with friends, but it is less meaningful than usual.

Still, we do it, and enjoy it.   Today we went to the beach for breakfast with old friends.   There was no way to make reservations – everything was full up – I had gone around to a few restaurants to see what was available yesterday and was met with supercilious responses.  So we found ourselves finally at the Mandarin hotel – a bit seedy, and no longer with servers and elegant dishes – but great food and a quiet atmosphere.  It usually fills up before and after movies, because the small theater is next door.  The other times are for hotel residents and near-by trysts.  So it has a kind of exotic atmosphere but is not known for the food.

I liked it.  Especially because I didn’t want to be in the sun and wind, and among chattering crowds.  Especially since our friends are hard of hearing and the quiet was good for us.

But I was overwhelmed by the fact that the shadow of irrelevance in the face of the horror around us and our helplessness.  We are even stuck with Russia – unable to object too much for fear of their influence on Syria and arms deals, but dccidedly against their policies with Ukraine but fearful of saying a word.

How wonderful can breakfast be?

 

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blog, israeli politics, my life in tel aviv

Dana asked me yesterday to explain the mess of the Middle East – a subject that needs at least three volumes of 2 columns of text – one side for the arabs and one side for the jews.  With the British text as a transparent overlay over each page.  

Start with this: The Turks were in control for hundreds of years from 1516 the Ottoman Turks invaded for over 400 years until 1918.  The British won over them because they promised the land to the Arabs if they helped them, and the same thing to the Jews.  Of course they didn’t tell the Arabs and the Jews about their impossible promises.  

Then the British tried to control this country – by outrageous punishments to the Arabs, and by making immigration almost impossible.  My parents, for example, twice tried to get away from an increasingly dangerous Europe and were twice turned back.  The second time was in August of 1939 when Hitler was putting the final touches on his invasion of Poland.  I am sure that hundreds of thousands of lives would be saved from the crematoriums had they been allowed sanctuary.  

To be fair, the British tried to keep the Jews and Arabs apart, but just to keep their job an easy one.  There was no real plan.  In fact the White Paper in 1922 promised a Jewish Homeland again but also kept Jews from immigrating.

Palestine was British and the Jews were supposed to have a homeland.  

This was reiterated with the acceptance of a Jewish State by the UN in 1948, when a few hundred throusand refugees from the camps showed up and were accomodated in tents and shacks.

This understandably annoyed the Arabs (those who had not fled or been chased out or killed in the war of 1948) and those who remained were not very neighborly.  Because of the shootings and killings they were confined to their villages and suffered greatly from poverty, lack of proper education, and general discrimination.  

I’m going to skip over all the other wars with the other countries, the fact that we won a lot of territory in the six day war, and all that – but only because you can get that stuff anywhere.

Lets move to the past year.  Or at least the past few years in Gaza.  Somehow we believed a dream that if the people of Gaza were financially comfortable, and their medical needs were ameliorated, we could come close to a kind of friendship where we could communicate and determine a kind of peace.  

So even though there were clear warnings that all the money being pumped into Gaza was diverted to tunnels and weapons, that all the children were being taught war tactics and hate, we could pay attention to handling the west bank.  

And on October 7, they conducted a well-planned massacre of about 2500 people.  Some people managed to shoot back, some escape.  The number is less significant than the crimes committed – babies in the microwave, rifles shot up vaginas, men and women raped, mutilated, killed before the eyes of their loved ones.  

Even if was true that Israel’s efforts against Hamas were initially motivated by revenge, the discoveries by the Israel army of the plans for overcoming and destroying every single person here, make the extreme reaction perfectly rational. 

And now with hundreds of thousands internal refugees and at least 130 hostages in Gaza, we’d really be happy about destroying Hamas.  It’s not genocide.  it’s protection.  

 

 

questions – march 1 Read Post »

israeli politics

So even though the turnout was really low, there were 2 comments you might really like. 

1. In Haifa, the mayor was turned out with an incredibly low number of votes – apparently the pigs didn’t bother to back her up.  2. Someone told me he wants to be buried in Bnai Brak, not that he has much connection to the place, but at least once every four years he gets taken out to vote.

Of course you have to know the context, but explaining a joke is so awful I’d rather not.

election humor – feb 28, 2024 Read Post »

israeli politics

i just realize that i didn’t put the humor into what i wrote yesterday, so I’m going to do something I’ve never allowed before – go back and revise.  So if you want the humor in the ugly face of racism, go back in a few minutes –

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israeli politics

This was the most empty voting center I’ve been to for years.  We had no wait and there were few people after me.  Perhaps it is hard to turn our attention from the national situation to the municipal ones.  So many issues keep pouring out daily.  So much that reverses the image of the brilliant masterful Israelis.  

What we have instead is a new ideal – the interdependent society that operates outside official organizations.  It’s the old socialism emerging, and elections don’t matter to the society, just the security.

 

municipal Elections – feb 27, 2024 Read Post »

israeli politics

Sometimes when I partially disappear it’s because I have a life and it’s nobody’s business.  Today is election day, but before I talk about it, I want to kvetch a little.  Maybe you can help me.  For the moment there’s no zoommaster who can help me host a program scheduled for 12 days from now, so I got help from the friend who had been doing it for years.  But I could not follow his directions with the same results.   I am not sure I did it right.  I’ve been working at it since last evening – right after I finished a long interview with me about my Hebrew version of “Hanging Around the House.” (You can find the English version on Amazon here ) The interview was painful because once we think about things that have been lost in our lives, it can take us to terrible places.  But the search for linking one form to a sheet to a form has been even worse.  And I’m not finished yet.  Anyone want to help?

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israeli politics

I was about to write a piece on the lack of humor in Israel since the war began, the sense of heaviness we all feel, when suddenly a friend offered me a Purim treat.  We call them Haman’s Ears in Hebrew, even though they come from a triangular German cookie that refers to the poppy seed pockets and have nothing to do with the holiday.  “Have one,” my friend said, “They’re Sinuar’s ears.” 

Yichi Sinuar does have these strange shaped ears, and the comparison to Haman seems quite just. And I laughed.

Actually I’ve been laughing a lot lately, but not much in public.  Here’s an example.  Yesterday my Arab neighbor wrote on the building’s whatsapp group that eggs had been thrown onto her balcony.  I met her on the stairs, and called out, “I heard you’re inviting everyone for omelettes” (She always laughs at my feeble attempts at humor, and I’m not sure it’s not just respect for her elders, especially those near dementia).  In any case we went upstairs together with another neighbor to check out the scene of the smelly crime.  We evaluated the situation like professionals, figured out the angles and vectors where the eggs had been thrown, what kind of strength it would need to get to the second floor.  I told our neighbor that he should have been there at the shooting of Kennedy to figure out all the angles.  He looked at me as if I were totally mad as my poor victim giggled.  Then we decided on two possible suspects – one a racist and one a schizophrenic.  Then we discussed involving the police, and promised to help if anything else happens.  Neighbors stick together.  We felt very self-righteous.

Today we discovered that lots of neighbors all over have been egged – that the caught 3 kids on film doing it – for fun.  

We didn’t offer to help clean up.

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israeli politics

Yes my 80 year old friends were at the front last night.  Demonstrating against the Prime Minister, they were attacked with horses, water hoses, and, basically everything but the kitchen sink.  They weren’t blocking the roads, they weren’t holding up traffic, they were demonstrating.  And they were joined by the families of hostages, and even released hostages who also got hit.  

I had been thinking of going but felt a bit too weak, to vulnerable.  Yet I went to sleep feeling guilty that I was doing my poetry workshop (and with a bad poem about a picture of myself, yet) instead of my public duty.  


tel aviv – the front – feb 25, 2024 Read Post »