Friday, May 7th, 2010 at 5:39 pm
Images of Israel – An Embedded Dream
by Jerry Waxman
Sderot Israel
It’s been difficult, but enlightening; trying to show Malka what I see in this place – why I came to Sderot – why I stay in Israel. To her, my home should be in America, where my family is.
On the surface there is nothing to make the case that I belong here – neither in Sderot nor in Israel. I knew nobody in this town when I came here. I hardly knew anybody in the country. I have not found a job,so there’s been no income. The prices on everything here are really high, especially with our financial straits.
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In comparison to what Malka is used to, the people here are rude. Some are scary. And of course, there is always that constant danger looming at Israel’s borders. Malka’s images of Israel are not too complimentary.
Malka’s question begs an answer. It’s a good question. In a day when people worldwide are talking about boycotting Israel’s products, freezing Israel’s building, and generally using any reason to criticize Israel, I cannot blame Malka for not seeing what I see – images of the real Israel – glimpses of a 3300 year old dream. We have always said, “Next year in Israel.” Now that we are here, maybe we have the responsibility to our ancestors, to live the dream that they couldn’t.
Jerusalem Day is coming soon. Today I happened to see some “Life Magazine” photos of Israel in 1948. There are pictures of people escaping the Arab Legion. There are pictures of Jewish refuges both from Jerusalem and frome Europe.
It’s an amazing story! We are part of it. WE – who feel a deep connection to the struggles of our own people. We cannot expect others to feel the same connection. It hasn’t been stamped in.
There are more photos of Israel in 1948. There is the destruction of Jerusalem when it was surrendered; how it burned; how the Arabs looted and destroyed homes where Jews had left. The Arabs came and conquered, but they never really had a connection to this land like we have.
Last night Malka told me that she is starting to like this place. She took a walk around some remote parts of Sderot, where it is even quieter than where we live. And she said, “I feel like I’ve been here before.” Could Malka be awakening to a sense of coming home? Is Israel finally starting to grow on her like it did me several years ago? Maybe she is beginning to feel she is just aa much a part if this “image of Israel” as I am.
Keep a smile on your face and a dance in your feet.
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Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 at 9:37 pm


Jews from Morocco built Sderot. They came here in the early years of Israel’s statehood. So it’s no surprise that Moroccan culture is part of living in Sderot.
The Karaoke Guy, for example, sings Mizrahi songs with the familiar high pitched nasal quality of North African tastes.
In this neighborhood, even when the Karaoke Guy isn’t singing, there is often music. Drums, mostly. The kind you play with your hands.
Actually that is just about the only kind of music I hear; drums and tamborines and the “Moroccan cheer.”
I call it the Moroccan cheer. Only women can do it. They warble their tongue around while letting out a loud and prolonged yelp. “li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-li.” They use it in celebration.
If you look out my window, you can often see where these little parties – little processions with drums, tamborines, and Moroccan cheers – go. I have always figured they were celebrating weddings and such.
I found out I was almost right. They celebrate the pre-wedding. A friend told me that the little building outside my window is a mikva – a place for a ritual bath.
You’d think the bride would want to do this quietly. And so far as I know, most Jewish brides do. But I guess the Moroccans like a celebration whenever they can have one.
So they bring the bride to the mikva in loud processions with cheers, drums, and maybe dancing — to let everyone know the bride is going to take a bath.
Do they take pictures, too?