Friday, February 13, 2009

Israel's Imbroglio

While the top leaders do their political matchmaking and decide who's doing what, Izzy Bee is taking the opportunity to whisk herself away to the Indian sub-Continent (where many Israelis wander in transitionary times).
Shalom until the Ides of March or thereabouts.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Lowering the Bar, raising the profile

So do most Americans have issues with Israelis? Many, many issues, it appears...and more than ever. The most popular magazine in America, the annual Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition, sports Israeli model Bar Rafaeli on its 2009 cover. She's shown adjusting her suit, just as the IDF (whose service she managed to dodge) is strategizing how to tackle suits about some alleged war crimes during Operation Cast Lead. You'll notice that both actions literally let the left down. How low can you go?

In the same week, Bar's portrait is going to be painted larger than life on the side of an aircraft-- the Southwest Airlines jet to Las Vegas, no less--but the 23-year-old blonde has her feet firmly on the ground and says she is most delighted with her exposure on the newsstands. (She's been displayed on the inside pages twice before) Here's to a full-body press! Bar also mused to Time magazine that, had she been at home to vote, she might have cast her ballot for a fellow-blonde, Tzipi Livni, who is also a forward thinker. Kadima, eh.

It'll be some time before all the sums are done and Israel's new ruling coalition is in place. In these transitory times, in her skimpy swimsuit, Bar Rafaeli is raising interest in a different side of Israel.

Monday, February 09, 2009

As Election Day draws nigh, Fringe Parties seek High Voter Turnout in Israel

It’s coming down to the wire in Israeli elections, to be held tomorrow. After all this Cast Lead bloodshed in Gaza, political energy inside Israel lurched to the right. Security is paramount and countering nuclear-armed Iran and justifying Israeli “defensive” overkill seems to be the constant drumbeat of politicians. Whatever happened to concern over economic freefall and official corruption?
Excuse me while I dodge this Qassam, maam.

Not many Israeli voters think cleanliness is next to godliness this time round. Tzipi Livni (aka Ms Clean) suddenly is scrambling, assuring would-be supporters that she is far more likely to charm cooperation from President Barack Obama than hard-ass rivals such as Bibi Netanyahu or Ehud Barak, the defence minister.

Funny thing is that , even this late in the campaign, at least 20 per cent of the voters have yet to make up their minds. And another 20 per cent—the Arab-Israelis—are unlikely to cast ballots at all.

Enter Avidgor Lieberman, the Soviet √©migr√© and former nightclub bouncer who lives in a settlement. He appeals to youth and the intolerant by bashing Israeli Arabs and calling for their “transfer” out of the country. No loyalty, no citizenship, he mutters. And if this sounds like a mafia oath, more power to him, say his backers. When Lieberman underwent a police probe for a money laundering and bribery scam involving his daughter, his followers managed to put a positive spin on it. Surely, the ruling party Kadima, which is tainted with its own graft scandals, set up the man who dares to speak politically incorrect truths. What’s more, Lieberman makes Bibi look less hawkish and even more electable.

Lieberman’s message is gaining resonance.

"Israel is under a dual terrorist attack, from within and from without,"he says, "And terrorism from within is always more dangerous than terrorism from without."
It’s a slippery slope. Who next will have their loyalty questioned? The Ethiopian immigrants? Mizrahi Jews with Middle Eastern bloodlines?
Not everyone we know is resigned that the next leader of Israel will be Netanyahu, particularly if it’s a close-result and President Shimon Peres will have some discretion in naming the prime minister. Whoever wins will need to hammer together a coalition in order to rule.

The choice of potential political bedfellows is intriguing. Speaking of high office – get a whiff of the latest offshoot from the Green Leaf Party, now known as the Grown-Up Green Leaf. It’s a weird combo of cannabis users and death camp survivors, and emerged after the original Green Leaf party rolled out a controversial election advert featuring the party head, Gil Kopatch, toking up a spliff at the grave of Israel's first prime minister, David Ben-Gurion. Some members disapproved and did not get the joke.
Of all the fringe parties on the ballot for Knesset, this new one, pushing pensioner rights along with penalty-free pot, has to be one of the quirkiest. Monster Raving Loony Party, it's not. They have a manifesto and some of the Pensioners were elected to Knesset seats in the last election.

This surreal alliance between Holocaust survivors and marijuana proponents undoubtedly is helped by medical marijuana , which has eased pain for some of the cancer-stricken elderly. But it doesn't necessarily cloud their judgment.

Yaakov Kfir, 74, who survived the Holocaust as a child in Yugoslavia, said he welcomed the party's embrace of Israel's estimated 350,000 survivors, who are often impoverished and side-lined in a society that extols military might. Kfir lost his parents at age 6 to the Final Solution. After emigrating to Israel, he became an air force officer and later an activist for the rights of survivors. Now the party is energized.

"They [survivors] know what it feels like to be persecuted for no reason. They can identify with us," party-head Shem-Tov said.

Here’s one of their campaign spots.

Friday, February 06, 2009

'I slept in your home' : a soldier's open letter to a Gaza family who survived

Here's an open letter making the rounds of the Israeli and Jewish blogosphere.
It's supposedly written by a soldier in the IDF reserves to a Gaza family he never met, but in whose home he stayed during Operation Cast Lead. It first appeared in Hebrew in the Israeli daily newspaper, Ma'ariv. And it's obvious that it is intended not for said family, but for image-boosting in the world at large. Have a look at Yishai's justifications:


While the world watches the ruins in Gaza , you return to your home which remains standing. However, I am sure that it is clear to you that someone was in your home while you were away.

I am that someone.

I spent long hours imagining how you would react when you walked into your home. How you would feel when you understood that IDF soldiers had slept on your mattresses and used your blankets to keep warm.
I knew that it would make you angry and sad and that you would feel this violation of the most intimate areas of your life by those defined as your enemies, with stinging humiliation. I am convinced that you hate me with unbridled hatred, and you do not have even the tiniest desire to hear what I have to say.

At the same time, it is important for me to say the following in the hope that there is even the minutest chance that you will hear me.

I spent many days in your home. You and your family's presence was felt in every corner. I saw your family portraits on the wall, and I thought of my family. I saw your wife's perfume bottles on the bureau, and I thought of my wife. I saw your children's toys and their English language schoolbooks. I saw your personal computer and how you set up the modem and wireless phone next to the screen, just as I do.

I wanted you to know that despite the immense disorder you found in your house that was created during a search for explosives and tunnels (which were indeed found in other homes), we did our best to treat your possessions with respect.

When I moved the computer table, I disconnected the cables and lay them down neatly on the floor, as I would do with my own computer. I even covered the computer from dust with a piece of cloth. I tried to put back the clothes that fell when we moved the closet although not the same as you would have done, but at least in such a way that nothing would get lost.

I know that the devastation, the bullet holes in your walls and the destruction of those homes near you place my descriptions in a ridiculous light. Still, I need you to understand me, us, and I hope that you will channel your anger and criticism to the right places.

I decided to write you this letter specifically because I stayed in your home. I can surmise that you are intelligent and educated and there are those in your household that are university students. Your children learn English, and you are connected to the Internet. You are not ignorant; you know what is going on around you.

Therefore, I am sure you know that Qassam rockets were launched from your neighborhood into Israeli towns and cities.

How could you see these weekly launches and not think that one day we would say "enough!"?

Did you ever consider that it is perhaps wrong to launch rockets at innocent civilians trying to lead a normal life, much like you? How long did you think we would sit back without reacting?

I can hear you saying "it's not me, it's Hamas".

My intuition tells me you are not their most avid supporter. If you look closely at the sad reality in which your people live, and you do not try to deceive yourself or make excuses about "occupation", you must certainly reach the conclusion that the Hamas is your real enemy.

The reality is so simple, even a seven year old can understand:

Israel withdrew from the Gaza strip, removing military bases and its citizens from Gush Katif.

Nonetheless, we continued to provide you with electricity, water, and goods (and this I know very well as during my reserve duty I guarded the border crossings more than once, and witnessed hundreds of trucks full of goods entering a blockade-free Gaza every day).

Despite all this, for reasons that cannot be understood and with a lack of any rational logic, Hamas launched missiles on Israeli towns.

For three years we clenched our teeth and restrained ourselves. In the end, we could not take it anymore and entered the Gaza strip, into your neighborhood, in order to remove those who want to kill us. A reality that is painful but very easy to explain.

As soon as you agree with me that Hamas is your enemy and because of them, your people are miserable, you will also understand that the change must come from within.

I am acutely aware of the fact that what I say is easier to write than to do, but I do not see any other way.

You, who are connected to the world and concerned about your children's education, must lead, together with your friends, a civil uprising against Hamas.

I swear to you, that IF the citizens of Gaza were busy paving roads, building schools, opening factories and cultural institutions instead of dwelling in self pity, arms smuggling and nurturing a hatred to your Israeli neighbors, your homes would not be in ruins right now. IF your leaders were not corrupt and motivated by hatred, your home would not have been harmed. IF someone would have stood up and shouted that there is no point in launching missiles on innocent civilians, I would not have to stand in your kitchen as a soldier.

You don't have money, you tell me? You have more than you can imagine.

Even before Hamas took control of Gaza, during the time of Yasser Arafat, millions if not billions of dollars donated by the world community to the Palestinians. was used for purchasing arms or taken directly to your leaders bank accounts.

Gulf States, the emirates - your brothers, your flesh and blood, are some of the richest nations in the world. If there was even a small feeling of solidarity between Arab nations, if these nations had but the smallest interest in reconstructing the Palestinian people - your situation would be very different.

You must be familiar with Singapore. The land mass there is not much larger than the Gaza strip, it is considered the second most populated country in the world. Yet, Singapore is a successful, prospering, and well managed country. Why not the same for you?

My friend, I would like to call you by name, but I will not do so publicly. I want you to know that I am 100% at peace with what my country did, what my army did, and what I did. However, I feel your pain. I am sorry for the destruction you are finding in your neighborhood at this moment. On a personal level, I did what I could to minimize the damage to your home as much as possible.

In my opinion, we have a lot more in common than you might imagine. I am a civilian, not a soldier, and in my private life I have nothing to do with the military. However, I have an obligation to leave my home, put on a uniform, and protect my family every time we are attacked. I have no desire to be in your home wearing a uniform again and I would be more than happy to sit with you as a guest on your beautiful balcony, drinking sweet tea seasoned with the sage growing in your garden.

The only person who could make that dream a reality is you.

Take responsibility for yourself, your family, your people, and start to take control of your destiny.

How? I do not know. (But) maybe there is something to be learned from the Jewish people who rose up from the most destructive human tragedy of the 20th century, and instead of sinking into self-pity, built a flourishing and prospering country.

It is possible, and it is in your hands. I am ready to be there to provide a shoulder of support and help to you.

But only you can move the wheels of history.


(Reserve Soldier)

Very poignant touch, the dustcloth placed tenderly over the computer. Oy vey, Yishai. (Or, rather, the IDF propaganda flack who likely penned this epistle.) Your mates in other platoons were not all so sensitive. How do you square with them gunning down grannies waving white flags? There were at least five white flag killings reported by the journalists who were allowed in after the fact. And not all the houses were left standing. Ask the homeless and survivors who are pawing through the rubble of these destroyed buildings: 14,000 homes, 68 government buildings and 31 non-governmental organization offices plus 29 ambulances,15 hospitals and 43 health centers. Crushed bodies still are being pulled out. Soldiers air-dropped leaflets, interrupted radio programs and sent ominous text messages to order people to evacuate, but there was no place to go in the fenced off enclave.
When the army appropriated a house for their quarters, often the family was kept captive in one room and some of your buddies wrote racist graffiti on the walls of the home and shat in the cooking pots. Not so thoughtful--more like a hate crime. Brutal cossack tactics were seen.

And please do check out the other Cast Lead statistics. In this three week blitz, 431 kids were killed and thousands maimed. According to WHO 1380 Gazans had been killed since 27 December 2008, of whom 431 were children and 112 women. Approximately 5380 people were reported injured, including 1872 children and 800 women . Injuries were often multiple traumas with head injuries, thorax and abdominal wounds. Unusual chemical burns caused kidney and liver damage, and deaths ten days after initial treatment. Among the casualties, 16 Gazan health staff were killed and 22 injured while on duty.

Spare the Gazans the lectures about Singapore's success and the folly of self-pity. Hardly applicable to a society which has been boycotted by the West for 2 years and locked away because their election results were frowned upon. (Gaza voted out the corrupt Fatah regime, though Hamas is far from perfect.) Singapore is allowed to print its own Singapore dollars and they have a subclass of Malaysian workers who commute over a border crossing which is open daily. Two religions mix there: Islam and Buddhism. But mostly it's rampant consumerism. But we digress. Singapore controls its own soverign borders, its airspace, its sea ports. The Gazans don't. But this we all know.

So tell us how exactly do Gazans stop a neighbour from firing off a rocket without getting shot in the head or denounced as sympathizers? Even after all the bloodshed, Israel has not been able to convince its neighbours to stop. Must be something about our behaviour...LET'S TALK WITH RESPECT TO GAZANS IF WE ARE GOING TO SPEAK AT ALL. This military operation has not furthered peace in any way.