Sheikh Jarrach: Israeli opinion

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Sheikh Jarrach, an area in East Jerusalem.

No, Jerusalem is still one for me, it just has its Western and Eastern parts as each town normally has. And in one of those parts of this so beautiful and controversial town, there is a new conflict about to create a new way of thinking.

It’s about the quarter of Sheikh Jarrah, mostly inhabited by Israeli citizens of Palestinian (Arab) origin; it’s about documents from obviously before the creation of the state owned by Jews, either residents or former residents or just document owners; and it’s about people who use the documents to claim their territory rights and not only the rights, but also follow a quite successful policy of implanting inhabitants quite unfittin to that area in the midst of a closed-in-itself neighbourhood. A senseless affair with one goal in mind – to make the Arab citizens leave the area.And in the case of 3 Sheikh Jarrah families, it’s also about throwing families out who obviously inhabit their houses since the 1950ies.

Well, no matter how the law situation is like. It strongly smells injust, it smells politically tricky and clever, it smells like some sort of legal misuse of law in the backs of innocent families.

Here an article about the young people from Israel protesting there since months.

(from coteret.com)

Tact in Sheikh Jarrah

The Sheikh Jarrah demonstrators are criticized from the right and the left over the absence of Israeli flags at their demonstrations. But when you look at their considerations they are commendable.

Nili Osherov, Ynet, April 3 2010 [Hebrew original here]

“Why don’t you wave the Israeli flag?” the Sheikh Jarrah demonstrators are challenged again and again. The right wing in all of its stripes sees it as further proof of the separatism, alienation and self-hate with which the radical left is inflicted. The new Israeli left (or in a word, the right) begs: “Please wave it. Sheikh Jarrah is a good ‘case’ that could win the sympathy of the Israeli public. If only you waved the Israeli flag the whole nation would be with you.”Is that wise advice? I am afraid that the left of Sheikh Jarrah will not sweep up the Israeli nation even if it wraps itself in national flags from head to toe and decorates itself with pictures of Israel’s chiefs of staff and presidents through the ages. If the left wants the sympathy of the people of Israel I would recommend it wave slogans such as “Jerusalem is our united capital for ever and ever” or “death to the Arabs.” That would do the job better.

But since I was there, and since I know the people well enough to draw a typical profile of a Sheikh Jarrah demonstrator defined as a radical left wing activist (or simply: the true left), I have a clear answer why the Israeli flag has not been waved there, and it has one word: tact. Sheikh Jarrah, just like the nonviolent protests at Bil’in and Ni’lin, just like organizations such as Breaking the Silence and Combatants for Peace, are part of a process being led by young Israelis today (and other young people like them on the Palestinian side), that could be the start of the end of the violent conflict in our area.

I call these young people part of the “generation of confusion.” On the one hand, they were raised on the accepted Zionist ethos that still reigns almost exclusively in the education system, and upon which my generation was also raised of course, and which we received directly from our parents who survived the Holocaust and founded Israel. On the other hand, they began hearing, whether at home or in other social and educational settings, other alternatives to the Zionist narrative.

And on yet the other hand, growing up between two intifadas and exploding buses contributed to further demonizing the Palestinians. And all this came in the context of the continuing occupation and the active role they were forced to play in it as soldiers-storm troopers, which aroused their feelings of revulsion and the sense of urgency to end it (without even asking who started and why).

A hopeless war over values

Out of that confusion is rising, amazingly although still tentatively and quietly, a movement of repair and reconciliation. These young people understand that the endless cycle of violence created by the “kill or be killed” mentality has to simply be severed. Sheikh Jarrah is a symbol to them, a sort of a local “committee of truth and reconciliation,” from which more committees may grow in more and more places. They are neither fanatics nor blind. They know this is not a one-sided story of perpetrators and victims. They are not blaming the forefathers of Zionism, the founders of Israel nor — thank God — us, their parents, for everything.

But in the present situation, in the current balance of power between us and the Palestinians, they understand who is the weak side and who is obligated to show generosity, concessions and the willingness to swallow their pride and national honor. The Israeli flags seen today in Sheikh Jarrah are the ones waved defiantly on the homes of the settlers who heartlessly took over the Palestinian homes.

Therefore, when the left wing demonstrators come to Sheikh Jarrah, to the place that symbolizes the continuing injustice to the Palestinians, they have a minimum measure of tact, that quality that does not necessarily characterize the common Israeli, not to wave in the faces of their partners the Israeli flag, that so completely represents the Zionist ethos.

These young people understand that today the Palestinians are the weak and victimized side (despite the terror attacks and the Qassam rockets) whereas the strong and sovereign state of Israel has the power. Therefore if they really want to repair, they must play down symbols of power and injustice such as the flag, even if it also symbolizes to them and to their people a luminous side of a glorious national and cultural heritage.

For the humanist secular young person today Israel is a scary place. The religious-messianic childbearing policy of the religious-right wing-Orthodox public, which is completely disconnected from any rational consideration of personal resources or national or natural resources, is going to turn this group of young people within a few years into a minority that will collapse under the economic burden. Simultaneously, the rise of fanaticism and nationalism as a result of the same demographic trend will make ending the conflict even harder.

Their choice to stay here and to fight an almost hopeless battle for the values of peace and humanism is commendable. Sometimes I want to ask their forgiveness for the impossible country we gave them. They do not have to wave the Israeli flag anywhere. Each one of them is to me a waving flag of humanism, compassion and true loyalty to their country and people. “To the glory of the state of Israel” — nobody deserves that phrase more than they do, even if it gives them the creeps.

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Happy to be born – little rebel

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It’s never too late to be a rebel!

Each detail has its own beauty, as we all  should know.

Not diving deeper into philosophy, let me conclude that even our “evil and sinful  and too-far-driven-away” world where the man has his coming and going the way he likes to, yet in some point let me tell you that I am happy to be born in this age. Each decision of The One who made me has to be taken for granted as wise and complete and the way it should be.

So – His department from having an active role in our daily life and give us free will

is great!

Even if they are enough wailers to weep over it.

Move on, move forward, you have the world, it has you, do something out of it.

Never get passive. Take an active role. Whatever is prescribed.

The best thing – realise who you are, why you are here. This should be the real goal in life, always always always despite everything. If you fall down, raise up. Keep falling. Keep raising. That’s what life is for.

Enjoy it! Each generation on earth should consider itself not as “having come too late because all great people have passed away and all history lays already behind us” but as receiving everything anew and according to it.

NO weeping over how the past times were better then today. They weren’t ours! What is ours, is now. Sometimes bitter, I admit, but it is true and the moment YOU realise it you might experience your most beautiful present moment ever. Not the last one. As we know, present lasts only for about 3 seconds and then becomes past…..

[Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. Go the way you understand to be right. Check the whole life whether what you understand is right but go. ]

Whatever you got inherited, learned here and there, take it! Your right to use it. Nothing is for no purpose.

Things should be measured/valued on their ability to inspire you. Each person having taught you something, even one single word – regard him/her as your teacher and be thankful.

Gratitude leads to joy, energy, progress.

In art, you shouldn’t go against something but develop, produce, create. Blasphemy isn’t art, demagogy isn’t art, hate isn’t art. It’s a destructive force. It goes even against your own nature as we are productive in our essence, not destructive.So don’t!!! Instead of it, create something happy.

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There are videos which shouldn’t be shown to little children.

Now that I’ve successfully passed that period of childhood and already being sure in my values (more or less, for now), I love looking at the forbidden and frowned one, gazing and discovering thereby new worlds where beauty has to be found yet. I’m not a person who needs to touch and adapt something on my own to get to know it. A gaze, a wondering, a question, a listening moment is enough.

“J’ai dans la tête
Des tonnes de pirouettes
Le saut de l’ange
N’a pour moi rien d’étrange”

I may say that freedom of free will has bad consequences on mankind, but for my own I can tell I am happy to have the free choice. It is said “here you have the life and the death so choose life“. I have my greatest delight in choosing “life”.

Yet I do not want anymore to miss the opportunity to look out for beauty in “death”!

I am not an ideal, not an example, don’t need to be it for myself.

Or perhaps hereby I am the best one?

[After all, it is our duty to love this world. Being religious or secular or ideologized or anti-… or whatever else.]

If you ask me what to do, I give you the best answer. But on my own, I want to live my life with my senses, still knowing that the One who gave me my soul, will love me. Because He gave me my life to be in it, to live it. And in His blessing, my soul will live. And not refrain from opening its eyes and seeing!

And be a rebel, if so is the need.

Have the courage to face the world!

So that at the end no question like this comes: “Why haven’t you made use of this world’s pleasures and beauty?”

I did!

Ehm, I am young and I am here and I DO!

[But my soul, this G-dly little great spirit in me, will tell me what is right and wrong and where the limit should always be. I believe.]

J’ai dans ma sphère
Un effet de serre
Mon sang bouillonne
Je bous de tout, en somme

 

Optimistique-moi!

 

Isralike

Face it 1
Face it 2

Out of order

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What happened..? I don’t get it. Just came back from my 2 free weeks and I don’t know myself anymore. Once outraged and close to beating someone or something up, then sunk in melancholy, then uplifting myself with inspiring proverbs and a shining, optimistic view on life. I complain about my non-ability to focus on special things, to get along with matters, to really move something, to create something valuable. On the other hand, I am just too convinced of my higher intelligence level, I put myself unconsciously above the society around, laughing at them for their tries to be more emotional, meaningful, colourful, special. – Thinking – “well, these factors they haven’t neither inherited nor ever came to know what it is – but I know, we do. My people do and so do I. ” Putting myself deliberately aside, at each moment possible.

And yet I don’t like this feeling to be separated, to be singled out. Uncomfortable and not decent.

I stopped learning, religious studies do not really interest and I have no patience to read an article to its end. Dozens of mails and online courses wait for me but I just miss them again and again and let them wait for any right moment whcih I silently hope not to arrive now.

It’s basically the same with all studies. School or university as well. University, since there were some local problems out there and so I do not plan returning to it again; school – since education here is dumb, more than anything I have ever seen on earth apart from multimedial consummation and shopping. Education here and the light values and the way how we are taught upon to view things, how to behave, how to think and analyze. Light version of living. Light version of everything but with a notorious pressure on us to put ourselves under stressful conditions so that our simple learning would look demanding and full of effort. That’s how we lose time, energy, health. On nothing. I doubt I will ever need all the repetitions of information I get served now for the 5th or 6th time in two years about history, language or analysis.

I yell and kick things around, while actually being quiet inside but something pushes me to freak out in some ways. A silent urge to behave against conventions of this society which I think to be numb. And the conventions silly. And the mentality simply not developed enough at some point. Depriving itself of vitality, pluralism, life, freedom in a way. Yeah, that’s what I think, coming now from intensive weeks of Middle East to this cold old weary country.

I yell at my mother because I lose my patience from time to time. I yell at the computer with its new internet access which is too slow. I yell when no one is listening, I become commanding and offending sometimes when I feel that I’ve had enough of depriving behaviour towards me or was too much ignored or not considered or simply when there’s an obstacle around. Because, I say, I feel I’ve had enough of swallowing it and not responding. I remind myself of a worn out officer with a crack in his voice who feels that he’s slowly losing the commando. Therefore I feel the need to increase force and double strength at points where it’s not really needed.

I simply don’t know what’s going on and I feel some urge for anger, for an outbreak, annoyed yed also annoyed by this feeling. Only behaving myself when in public which appreciates me.

Strange. Where are now all my attempts to be a well-tempered, relaxed person with a stable mind and a light heart, enjoying the world? Well, I do enjoy it, yet always falling back in obsession somehow.

Change of climate, I guess. Thanks G-d I haven’t caught the flu yet.

-isralike