Going Up To Jerusalem - We Are All Commando 13

We happened to go to Jerusalem yesterday. We began to wander toward the market. Suddenly we saw a mighty big procession, with singing, chanting, drum beating, and lots of flag waving. I found out that it was a yearly thing, Aliya le-Yerushalayim -- going up to Jerusalem.

Groups of youths paraded down the street in front of us. They were jubilant, waving flags and carrying signs. These were youths from the settlements. They were joined by tractors of more than 60 years ago. They all had a part in building up Israel as a Jewish state. They all see Jerusalem as the center of Israel life, the Jewish capital since the time of David.

The marchers all assembled in a huge park for an evening of music and fun. Some musicians were already playing music. There was a fast Chassidic piece -- klezmer music -- and then they went to more modern favorites.

This year Jerusalem Aliya carried an air of defiance. At a time when around the world there are rallies and protests against Israel . . . when there are new calls to boycottIsrael products, and condemn all of Israel in general, and its defense forces in particular . . . the settlement youth proclaimed solidarity with IDF. They carried signs saying "We are all Shayetet 13" (the commando unit that boarded the Gaza flotilla two days earlier.")

At the park, a woman explained to me the significance of going up to Jerusalem every year at about the time of Shavuot. Our holidays all carry messages of building up the land of Israel, and being a united people. The families of the settlements link their lives to the capital of the Jewish people, Jerusalem. When I told her that we came from Sderot, her eyes widened and she welcomed us as part of the cause - uniting and protecting the land of Israel.

There may not be much to be proud of, living in the Negev. But to live where enemies shoot rockets because they don't want you there is an act of defiance. To live in the settlements, where so much of the world believes you don't belong, is an act of defiance. To do your duty as a soldier and protect the borders even while much of the world calls you a criminal, is an act of defiance. It was good -- no, it was fantastic -- to see youths of all ages, despite all that the world is saying about them, marching in solidarity and with pride

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Shy Dogs of Sderot

by Jerry Waxman
Sderot Israel

A Best Friend Is Hard To Find:
Before Malka came to Israel, my social life was pretty nil. True, I was never much for going out, hanging out, or visiting people’s houses. Also true that before Malka came here, my appetite for socializing was hardly voracious. Nevertheless, I welcomed company if it came to me – in the form of a bird or a cat or a dog.

Of course, birds are really hard to get to know. They don’t hang around the same trees for too long. While they might be curious about humans who try to talk with them, they aren’t anxious to meet them.

Cats on the other hand relate to people a little differently. The ones in Sderot live side by side with humans, even while they follow a policy of separation. In Sderot, maybe throughout Israel, it is a rare cat that allows itself to be pet by a person. They may stare straight at you, and you might think it is an overture to friendliness. But don’t be surprised – or overwhelmed with grief – if every cat you ever see runs away the second you get close.

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Of Fears, Scams and a Song

by Jerry Waxman

Sderot is known mostly for the kassams, the rocket attacks on a civilian population by Arab extremists in Gaza over the past 9 years. I have a thing about over-exploitation of victimhood. It doesn’t sit well with me that every visitor to Sderot is treated to a tour of how Sderot has suffered, while little if anything is ever said of how Sderot has overcome the difficulties. When every newspaper article about Sderot includes an interview or two with a suffering resident, somehow I think the newspaper is scamming the victims.

It has been months since there has been attacks of any consequence. People are enjoying the quiet. So it pisses me off a little when recent news articles emphasize only the “fear” and “apprehension” people feel in Sderot, not knowing when the next attacks will begin. BULL-ONEY!

Then again, there was an article that brought up a point I’ve overlooked. People ARE afraid. People have been affected by years of on and off rocket storms. Some kids still suffer attention deficit, and many people are still too afraid to sleep in their upstairs bedrooms, keeping their entire families huddled in safe rooms all night. Insomnia, nervous tension, job-loss due to disabilities — they are real in Sderot.

Looking back to when I said, “Shalom” to the cat lady, and she appeared unsettled and nervous. Certainly she has had enough to cause her chronic fear – and the kittens on her lap and sides bring her comfort. So, while I still think the newpapers overdo the victims angle, there really are victims who are not scamming us.

There are foreign workers in Sderot. Some work in factories. Sometimes you’ll see an Asian worker caring for an elderly person. My roommate – who often deals with volunteers – had a meeting in my home with one such foreign worker; a Filipina who cares for an old lady.

The Filipina was in a bind. She had borrowed money from a friend in Tel Aviv some time ago. She has already paid back half the money. Suddenly, her friend wants her to pay everything back plus interest – 10% per month. There is even a lawyer with an Arabic name calling her, and calling the old lady employer, threatening to have the naive Filipina deported.

After hearing the main parts of the story, I told the Filipina to pay her friend when she can, and don’t pay the lawyer – short and simple. Since the Filipina has a legal visa from her employer, the lawyer has no authority to have her deported. In other words, it’s a scam.

Foreign workers are another part of Israel life – and the life in Sderot. There are reports that many were scammed by agencies that bring them here and then extract usurious amounts from the workers’ paychecks every month. Apparently, some foreign workers are targets of scam artists. Of equal concern is that some scam artists may be related to extremists over in Gaza.

On Friday, I went to a popular bakery in the early afternoon to pick up bread before Shabbat. At the time I went there, half the shelves were already cleared, as Shabbat customers tend to come fast and furious in the morning. But there were still some little challot (little braided breads) and pitas.

A fellow with a knitted kipah was standing next to me, putting little challot in a plastic bag. He was a tallish, oblong man with a somewhat oversized pouch, and he was not in the least nervous or in a hurry. He hummed a tune as he filled his plastic bags.

I asked him what song he was singing. He said it was a song about “Avinu Shebeshamaim.” (G-d in Heaven). I said, “He has a lot of songs, but I’ve never heard this one before. It’s a nice song.” And I meant it. The fellow not only seemed to be calmly singing in anticipation of the Sabbath, he had a nice voice.

Later while waiting in line at the counter, I told him he should sing some more and they will give him a discount. So he started singing the same tune again. I was thinking of asking if he knew the Karaoke Guy – and would give him lessons in keeping a melody – but I refrained.

Instead, as I left, as I said, “Shabbat Shalom,” he extended his hand and invited me to his house for Shabbat.

I pause here for effect. . . . . What a Jewish thing to do! He had never seen me before, didn’t know me, I didn’t know him, and the only things we knew about each other were that we both liked the little challot, and both appreciated a good tune, and both were Jewish. Yet, in Sderot, where people have a right to harbor suspicions about strangers, and fears about everyday life, here was a man offering another man – a complete stranger – a place in his home for Shabbat.

The man’s name is Natan. I didn’t go to his house. But it’s nice to know such a man lives in this town.

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It’s a quiet night in Sderot. It’s been quiet for some time now. It’s easy to forget that there have been times intermittently that kassams came raining down on this city every day.  But for several weeks, it’s been quiet.  And I, for one do not miss the rockets.

Here it is 2 AM, and as I finally sit down to write a blog – may it become a habit (amen) – the greatest disturbance is not the night air.  And it is not the desparation of one who daily struggles with all the things that go wrong in life. It is a cockroach – peering out from under the chair.  Looking for that one moment when I’m not paying attention, so he can locomote himself to the other side of the room.

Most cockroaches I’ve seen, I have tried to – as humanely as possible – escort them out the door, or ceremoniously show them the window.

But lately I’ve seen fit to put my foot down, literally.

[to be continued]

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by Jerry Waxman

In response to the article in:

The New Republic, April 15, 2009 edition
Washington Diarist: At The Window by Leon Wieseltier

Here are a few excerpts from Wieseltier’s article:

“Of three or four in a room

there is always one who stands at

the window.

He must see the injustice among the

thorns

and the fires on the hill.”

Yehuda Amichai, 1958

“. . . . . .Perhaps the most troubling development in Israel now is the collapse of its diplomatic imagination. Its faith in itself seems almost entirely a faith in its force. This is itself a strategic failure. The most perfect representative of this hopelessness is Benjamin Netanyahu, who cannot bring himself to say a good word about a two-state solution, which is the sole solution there can be, now or ever. . . . “

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Here is my response:

(You might read the whole article to fully comprehend  this response.)

(from a window in Sderot)
“He must see the injustice among the thorns and the fires on the hill.”

There’s a kindergarten across from my window. The children there play like other children anywhere in the world until, suddenly, there is a “Code Red” alert. They run to a shelter and wait for the sounds of the rockets exploding near and far. Sometimes they scream, as do the children in the nearby elementary school, when the blast is nearby.  And sometimes when it’s over, they emerge to see smoke rising from a neighborhood that is familiar to them.

Is this the injustice that Yehuda Amichai wrote of?  Is this the injustice that Leon Wieseltier sees? That children live everyday in fear that their houses may be destroyed, or their family or friends may be hurt or killed? That all the residents of this town and other nearby communities must accept the fact that people want to kill us – men, women, and children? We know how the Gazaites celebrate when they succeed in destroying a life here. And we know how most of the world ignores these events, and how much of the media quietly doesn’t care. Is that an injustice that Leon Wieseltier can fathom?

Probably not. He recognizes that “Hamas, Hezbollah, and the Islamic Republic of Iran are sworn enemies of Israel’s existence,” but doesn’t acknowledge that Fatah (Wieseltier’s “real partner it had all along in Ramallah” has been responsible for more terrorist attacks against Israeli civilians than Hamas.), Egypt, Syria, and the Arab league are also against the existence of a Jewish state. The entire “peace” process proposed by the Saudis is merely a way to make more land free of Jews – judenrein. And this is the roadmap – a “two-state solution”  that Wieseltier, in his own demise of “diplomatic imagination” sees as  “the sole solution there can be, now or ever.”

Perhaps the “rascist rabbis” in Israel have better solutions? Perhaps there is much that Wieseltier doesn’t see from his window, clouded as it is by Wieseltier’s own prejudices.  One truth is, “The settlements are not the obstacle to peace.” In fact they are not “an” obstacle to peace.  They do not “defy reason.” They are a very practical movement toward security and peace in the region.

The only obstacle that the settlements represent is an obstacle to the current “peace process” which is a misnomer.  Insofar as the current “peace process” is only a process for ridding the land of Jews, then obviously Jewish settlements are an obstacle to that process.  But if there is to be real peace in the region, then the Arabs must accept that Jews live here, as Jews accept that Arabs also have their own communities.

Unfortunately, Wieseltier expresses the sentiments of a great many people who also lack knowledge and “diplomatic imagination.” So as the world presses down on Israel to appease its enemies, to let imprisoned terrorists and murderers free, to allow terrorist elements freer movement within its borders, and to refrain from military solutions to terrorism, the view from my window is, perhaps, more discouraging.  There may be no hope for the children in the kindergarten, not from the global community, not from political leaders, and definitely not from under-knowledgeable and prejudiced journalists.

Fortunately, we have learned NOT to turn to politicians, journalists, and the global community for hope. The children in the kindergarten are actually happy. And that may be because their parents and teachers pay less attention to politicians and journalists, and more to their rabbis, may their matzo bring them health.

Happy Passover from Sderot

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