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Len Levitt, a Jewish puppeteer who has personally met Miss Piggy, made Aliya two months ago, and settled in my hometown, Ra’anana.
In the past 35 years, Levitt wrote scripts and plays, taught puppet workshops, activated some of the most famous puppets in the States, and touched the lives of many children. He performed in films, educational programs, television shows, commercials, and even performed live in synagogues and community centers.
Levitt operated puppets on the sets of The Muppet Show (television series, the Disneyworld ride and even their latest movie), Team America, Sesame Street, Men in Black, Scary Movie, and that is just the tip of the iceberg.
Levitt and his puppets became famous figures in many Jewish communities. As a private producer, he works under the name of The Levity Puppets.
When I got the chance to interview the man behind my childhood heroes, I didn’t think twice, and had the instant need to share:
What brought you to the world of puppetry?
“I got into puppetry at age of 12, when I volunteered to do a puppet show for Purim, at my synagogue. A friend of mine from school, who was also into puppetry, joined me. We watched a ‘make it yourself’ guide by Jim Henson and made our own puppets. We wrote an original script and the show was a success. Later, we did another show at school. Later, we were invited to perform at children’s birthday parties.”
When did you realize that puppetry is your calling in life?
“Puppetry was a very big hobby of mine as a kid. When I enrolled in college, I realized that I probably won’t be able to make a living out of it, and majored in political economy. After I graduated, I decided to give puppetry a chance after all, and see if I could make it as a puppeteer. I knew that if I will never give this a chance, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I was lucky to succeed at a very early stage, and got my masters degree in puppetry.”
What draws you to work with puppets?
“I have a childhood experience that I remember very vividly: I grew up in a suburb of New York, in a small town. Every summer, the circus came to town, just like in the old movies. I watched the performances and I remember the rush I felt through my bones. I remember how happy I was, watching the clowns, the performers, the animals. I carry that joy with me every day, and that is the feeling I love giving to other people. I love to watch children laugh and just have fun. I love to give children that thrill of excitement. When I see children smiling, shouting and clapping, I feel satisfied. Thant is when I know they had a good time they won’t forget in a long time. Over the years, I got to work for some famous directors, such as Tim Burton and Steven Spielberg. I got to be a part of several blockbusters, and this was also a very meaningful experience for me. It’s always nice to make money. Sometimes earn money and sometimes I don’t, but I always make children happy.”
Two months ago, Levitt made Aliyah, and settled in Ra’anana with his wife and two children (4 and 8). “Growing up, I was a member of a Zionist youth movement, and I was always attracted to Israel. I got to visit several times, and had always been interested in the adventure of the Jewish land. Since college I’ve been making promises to move here, but my Hollywood career stopped me from actually going through with this decision. What finally brought us here were our children. We wanted to raise our kids here, and have them learning Hebrew and have a strong relationship with Israel. So we packed our bags and moved here, and now we will try and raise our family here. After 30 years of wanting to move here, I’ve decided that nothing will stop me and my family”.
You have operated puppets on the set of The Muppets, as well as on the set of Team America, which is meant for an older crowd and have a completely different content. What type of puppets do you prefer working with?
“Shows like The Muppets and Sesame Street were the reason I fell inlove with puppetry. They were my heroes growing up. I remember seeing Cookie Monster for the first time. I was amazed and thrilled by this amazing character. I was always amazed by how fun and light characters can be. While I enjoyed working on Team America, working for The Muppets is a dream comes true.”
In the age of 3-D and computer animation, is there still a room for puppets?
“While computer animation is quite thrilling, and there has been quite a few 3-D movies lately, I believe there’s nothing like the thrill of the “real thing”. We are aware of computer manipulations and abilities, and we do enjoy them. But when you see a puppet flying across the room, doing a back-flip and landing on its feet, you get a much greater experience. You know it is a puppet, but you can’t stop thinking: ‘how did they do that?’. The “Wow” effect of watching a stunt performed by a puppet is greater than any big explosion seen in 3-D.”
As someone who had the honor to meet the Muppets in person- do Kermit and Miss Piggy get along in real life?
(laughs) “In real life, Kermit and Miss Piggy get along just fine. Better than fine. The arguments and disputes are for the camera only. They love appearing on tabloids covers, and they’ll do whatever it takes. It’s all for the publicity.”
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Anti-Zionists insist their views aren’t anti-Semitic. They’re often lying; but anti-Zionism continues to gain respectability, even among Jews. This is a challenge Zionists aren’t adequately addressing.
Patricia McAllister is a typical specimen. This former LAUSD substitute teacher popped into public view last October at Occupy L.A., when she told an interviewer: “I think the Zionist Jews who are running these big banks and our Federal Reserve — which is not run by the federal government — need to be run out of this country.”
You are maybe wondering, does Zionism have any connection to the Fed? No. But anti-Semites like McAllister are like Humpty Dumpty: Zionism means whatever they want it to mean.
Now, Zionism has an actual meaning. Zionism is simply Jewish nationalism and devotion to the state of Israel — as benign and natural as the devotion to their respective homelands of, say, Italians, Koreans, Armenians or Mexicans. And aside from not being “racism” or “colonialism,” Zionism obviously has nothing to do with the Federal Reserve. But when a McAllister says “Zionism,” she doesn’t mean “the right of the Jews to have their own country.” She means “the most vile, depraved and hideous evils a perverse imagination can charge the Jews with.” Anti-Semites have turned “Zionist” into a content-free term of abuse. It serves the same function as “fascist” did for an earlier generation, or “neoconservative” more recently (another intended slur hurled disproportionately at Jews).
McAllister nicely illustrates the phenomenon. Her ideas are bonkers, and she is quite unable to maintain the pretense that she despises only Zionists, not Jews. Here’s a sample of her Facebook postings:
“These jews [sic] are not God’s chosen. If anyone was God’s chosen it was Hitler. Hitler was the only person who saw these Jews for what they are . . . demons.”
“If Israel attacks Iran, Israel might get blown off of the face of the earth. Many would applaud that, because we may then at once have world peace.”
“It does not matter what the truth is, these Zionist Jews will not admit that 6 million Jews were NOT killed in the Holocaust.”
“Can you believe these Jews? They are now talking about taking God off of our money. I think they want to put on our money, ‘In Jews We Trust.’ They actually feel like they are Gods.”
“These Zionist Jews who own the Federal Reserve Bank, and who print our money, think that they are going to starve the American people to death.”
“These Jews are now trying to further conquer the American people by making more of us drug addicts.”
“Most Americans don’t know it yet, but I think that our U.S. government has been taken over by the Zionist Jews.”
“30s Poland must have been a bloody paradise when this [sic] inbreds lived far away from the general public in their isolated ghettos.”
“Obama is a non-Jew and any non-Jew can be killed at any time according to Israeli law . . .”
Any distinction between McAllister’s anti-Zionism and her anti-Semitism is too subtle to detect without a microscope.
And using Zionism as an all-purpose insult is not the tactic only of marginal, laughable figures like McAllister. Iranian Parliament Speaker Ali Larijani recently attributed an unfavorable International Atomic Energy Agency report to a Zionist plot. Hugo Chavez, the president of Venezuela, called Henrique Capriles, his opponent in the coming election, a Zionist (and a gay neo-Nazi, for good measure).
Anti-Zionists have a standard defense: They protest that Zionists smear any criticism of Israel or Zionism as anti-Semitism. Of course, this is false. Natan Sharansky has created an excellent analytical framework for distinguishing legitimate criticism of Israel and Zionism from anti-Semitism. He calls it the “3D test” of demonization (such as comparing Israelis to Nazis), double standards (singling out Israel for criticism) and delegitimization (denying Israel’s right to exist). This “3D test” smelts the anti-Zionist arguments, letting the anti-Semitism bubble up for all to see. But as McAllister shows, sometimes such rational, careful analysis isn’t necessary — one simply has to turn over the rock to see what is crawling underneath.
How did anti-Semites get the job of defining Zionism? The Arabs learned European anti-Semitic tropes from Nazism, before and during World War II (as when Amin Husseini, the Mufti of Jerusalem, was Hitler’s guest in Berlin), and after the war (when fleeing Nazis found refuge among the Arabs), and called it anti-Zionism. Their allies in the Soviet bloc took up the refrain. Now anti-Zionism/anti-Semitism is firmly embedded in the “progressive,” illiberal left, as well as the less-influential far right.
Tragically, even Jews are affected by this poisonous environment. Jewish identification with Israel is withering, and American Jewry’s Zionist consensus is probably finished. The Palestinians have managed to convince the world, including many Jews, that Israel’s “occupation” of “their” land, rather than the Arab refusal to recognize the legitimacy of the Jewish state, is the root of the conflict.
The crucial task is to stop letting our enemies define us. Zionism has nothing to do with the Federal Reserve, with drug trafficking or AIDS; it isn’t the puppeteer behind either communism or capitalism; it’s not a plot to conquer the world. We have to push back against the idiocy and the insanity. Zionists respect legitimate criticism of Israel, as well as the First Amendment rights of anti-Semites and lunatics. But their right to spread lies and garbage does not negate our right to expose them.
Most of all, the Jewish people must again proudly embrace Zionism as the splendid philosophy it is. Perhaps easier said than done, but the alternative is to let the Patricia McAllisters of the world have the last word.
Paul Kujawsky writes a column on the Middle East for Examiner.com.
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I have a pretty open sense of humor, except when it comes to artists utilizing the imagery used to kill more than 6 million of of my Jewish ancestors. Especially since I’ve volunteered with and met many Holocaust survivors who still have numbers tattooed on their arms, from when they were branded like dogs in concentration camps. So, the following article means more to me then you will ever know. And I think maybe only fellow Jews will understand the pain of it, yet I can’t help but try to express it to others.
Yes, the swastika was originally a symbol of peace, but the Nazis tainted it, and there is no way for anyone to bring it back. It’s like taking the knife that Charles Manson’s followers used to decimate Sharon Tate’s body and then cutting your birthday cake with it. Sure, it’s just a utensil, but no matter how well you clean it, it’s still the knife that ripped an unborn baby from its mother’s stomach.
And it’s not necessarily that artists are intentionally seeking to be anti-Semitic by putting swastikas in their paintings and sculptures. They just might not really know what the symbol means or are at least are ignorant to how it makes an entire nation feel. I mean, multiple branches literally stop on my family tree because a soldier laden in swastikas killed them off. And he didn’t just shoot them or give them the decency of a proper burial. He stripped them nude and shaved their heads and gassed them and burned their babies in front of their mothers and threw their bodies into unmarked pits and then urinated on their corpses. It’s hard to even think about it without breaking down into tears. And other Jews, like me, no matter how assimilated they’ve become, can’t help but subconsciously feel those things when they view the image of a swastika — whether it be from ancient China or, more recently, on the walls of a gallery in Los Feliz.
We were innocent, we were poor, and we were just an easy target for an evil man with a mustache and failed art career to take power. And because of that,. we were hunted down in the street, forced to wear yellow patches that identified us as Jews, and then shipped off to concentration camps. So, artists may like the way the symbol aesthetically looks, but unfortunately it’s not the same kind of symbol as a stop sign or traffic cone. It’s dark, evil, and was used by a nation of people during World War II who asked helpless mothers to point at which of her two sons she would rather have shot or skinned alive.
So, the next time an artist wants to use a swastika in their work, I beg that he or she take a step back to think about all the children who starved to death. Think about the near genocide of an entire population. And think about all of the artists we would’ve never experienced — like Mark Rothko, Shel Silverstein, Sol LeWitt, Roy Lichtenstein, Judy Chicago, George Segal, Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan, Steven Spielberg, Saul Bellow, Gary Baseman, and Mel Brooks. And at the very least, either talk to a Holocaust survivor or visit Anne Frank’s house, where she lived in the walls silently with her family, hiding from the Nazis. Where she kept a journal of her memories written in the dark. Where the Gestapo ripped her life apart. And where a little girl who had done nothing wrong was hunted out like wild game and forced to live in fear. Go there and take it all in. Go there and attempt to feel what she felt before you just casually slap a swastika on a canvas.
Afterword: Sometimes I wish we weren’t so afraid to make our stands as Jewish people in the art world, especially since there are so few of us. And every now and again, I also wish we were militant and unafraid to rip pieces featuring swastikas off the walls, tear them apart and light them on fire. But that isn’t our way, and we’re not going to ever stoop to such a bottom-feeding level as to kill a man for his images. Yet, we also don’t have to stand by the works and just let ourselves accept that they’re only art. We can ex-communicate galleries that actively choose to showcase anti-Semitic pieces. We can have a voice on forums and art Web sites. And we can make sure this ignorant use of such hateful imagery does not continue.
Please, if you see a piece of anti-Semitic art, whether it be on the street or in a gallery, send me an e-mail and I will do my best to make sure the right people are notified.
Daniel Rolnik is a Los Angeles-based arts writer. He can be contacted at danielrolnik@gmail.com.
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It was a long way to go from Kovel, in the deep east of pre-war Poland, to Madrit. Through Warsaw and Rome, from a closed Jewish society of his home village, to the reachest villas of Europe. He called himself a prince, change the personality and shaped the story of his life depending on the moment. The director Michał Waszyński, (Misza Waks, born in 1904), made a movie out of his life. This is an extraordinary story about a man who wanted to be someone else and became one.
Waszyński’s life may be separated to a three different periods, which were strongly connected with the particular place and situation where he was finding himself at very moment. Once he moved from Kovel to the capital of Poland in early twenties (hardly nothing in his case may be defined as concrete and sure), he broke up with his Jewish past, changed name into the Polish-like, and after gaining first job in the movie bussines bought a place in the fancy part of the city. He was working as an assistant for the best directors of Polish cinema and after few years he made his debut with a romance Pod banderą miłości (1929) http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907788/. In a short period Waszyński became a movie production machine, directing even seven titles per year, dedicating three weeks for each. That kind of acting of course had nothing to do with Art. Mocked and hated by the critics, Waszyński was beloved by the public, giving them all they wanted – an easy, genre cinema filled with the most famous stars.
Nevertheles, when noone of the enraged enemies of his did expect that he could direct anything valuable, Waszyński surprised all of them. In 1937 he produced Der Dibuk http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0030092/, the only movie played inYiddish that lasted to our times in original condition from polish inter-war era. Unexpectedly, he turn back to his Jewish roots and created a masterpiece of cinema, which was the first movie in Yiddish that gained popularity with the Polish audience. This adaptation of an folklorist, Szymon An-ski’s drama, was deeply rooted in tradition of Jewish people living on the east side of Poland. Waszyński for the first time looked back to his childhood, which he spent among very religious family, in the village situated not far from the place, where the movie was set.
Until the beginning of the war, Michał Waszyński directed almost forty movies, most of which were lousy quality, today almost impossible in reception. In September 1939 he was making another movie in Lviv, from where he was sent to exile by Soviet Army to the deep East, where he joined the Army of general Anders. While filling the application formula he signed that he was a Polish catholic.
Was it the final goodbye with his real identity?
In 1946, in Rome, he realised his last movie, Wielka droga http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0283145/, a paean for Władysław Anders and his army, with which he went to Iran, Irak (1942) and Palestine (1943). Film was cenzored in Poland until 1991, when finally had place its first premiere. In 1946 Waszyński married an Italian countess, Maria Dolores Tarantini, although his unconcealed homosexuality. Not long, the noble lady died, leaving her brand new husband with an enormous heritage, which included a collention of works of art and a pallace in Rome.
This way Waszyński entered the society of Italian aristocracy, where he presented himself as a Polish prince. Noone was aware of his past, he did not mention about his pre-war career nor Jewish roots even to the closest friends. What is more, Waszyński was creating many versions of his biography, depending of which circumstances he was at the time. A path to his past was demolished by nazists, who destroyed the world of his childhood but also by himself. Lies about his biography, inventing facts resulted with vanishing of the line beetween the reality and imagination.
Until his death in 1960 of heart attack, Waszyński assisted Orson Welles while making Otello (1952), was a co-producer of inter alia Roman Holiday http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0046250/ (1953) dir. William Wyler, and The Fall of the Roman Empire http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058085/(1964) with Sophia Loren. He became a right hand of Spanish producer of Samuel Bronston in Madrit. Waszyński’s operations made Bronston Productions go bankrupt. His death took place three weeks before Bronston found out about the dramatic situation of his company and that all the alleged works of art, that Waszyński was buying for him, were cheap forgeries.
It was not the first time, when a Jewish person working in movie bussines created his own biography by lies and imagining stories. Erich von Stroheim (Sunset Blvd 1950 http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043014/, La Grande Illusion http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0028950/ 1937) added a prefix in his name suggesting that he is an aristocrat, as well as Joseph von Sterberg. Nonetheless, in those cases it was rather about creating their own legends, building an atmosphere of mystery, while lies of Waszyński were having a deeper dimension. Maybe the burden of the past, awareness of irreparability of the world where he spent his childhood were sufficient reasons to create a new one around him.
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I spent the weekend with two boys and myself having the flu. Young feverish brows resisted chewable and other forms of Tylenol, but finally acquiesced. My thoughts naturally turned to the demography of illness, that is, epidemiology. I was wondering how many people were sharing our, what medical researchers call “Influenza Like Illness”, because without a lab tested viral culture one doesn’t really know.
A commonsense approach to tracking the flu was developed by Google in the form of Google flu trends. The researchers at Google found that certain search terms are good indicators of flu activity. Google Flu Trends uses aggregated Google search data to estimate current flu activity around the world in near real-time.
I found that while flu activity is moderate around Los Angeles and the rest of the United States. Flu activity is intense in Sweden and high in Norway as well as my birthplace of Hungary. So, at least I didn’t feel that we were the only ones suffering, but also felt good that there wasn’t an uncontrolled worldwide pandemic of which the Flu Trends would serve as an early warning device. Actually, flu query information on Google in the U.S. had a two week lead on the information that was available to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control (CDC) which relies on reports of lab specimens positive for influenza collected by local health departments.
In this sped up world, there is even an point of view that searches on Google are too slow as people actually share their flu symptoms much more quickly on Twitter according to Mark Dredze of Johns Hopkins. The above chart shows an extremely high correlation found between Twitter flu communications and the CDC’s positive influenza sample reports. My guess is that the correlation would have been higher if a chip testing the influenza virus directly real-time linked to the CDC would have been available. The ability to have a two week lead to discern the rise of an epidemic may be eclipsed by the utility of seeing two to three weeks ahead when the epidemic is waning and public expressions of panic may be aided to subside.
There is a certain comfort in knowing that while one is recovering, most of the “herd” remains and will probably remain healthy. I know, a flu shot may have helped. Chances are that a flu shot wouldn’t have made a difference unless the flu strain could be foreseen, but that technology hasn’t developed yet.
Pini Herman, PhD. has served as Asst. Research Professor at the University of Southern California Dept. of Geography, Adjunct Lecturer at the USC School of Social Work, Research Director at the Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles following Bruce Phillips, PhD. in that position (I was recently notified that with 40,000 visitors this year the 15 year old study of the LA Jewish populationwas third most downloaded study from Berman Jewish Policy Archives in 2011) and is immediate past President of the Movable Minyan a lay-lead independent congregation in the 3rd Street area. Currently he is a principal of Phillips and Herman Demographic Research. To email Pini: pini00003@gmail.com To follow Pini on Twitter: Follow @pinih
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The Rev. Jeremiah Wright sure knows how to stop people from forgetting him.
You might remember Wright as a ” title=”ranted against the media” target=”_blank”>ranted against the media—then he ” title=”God Damn America” target=”_blank”>God Damn America,” has endorsed the March to Jerusalem, which Arutz Sheva reports as ” title=”ADL is not the only group to note” target=”_blank”>ADL is not the only group to note the march’s anti-Semitic overtones.
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A week ago last Monday, my daughter brought her laptop to the dinner table and insisted, “We have to watch this.” This never happens in our house. We don’t watch TV at dinner, nor does my very independent 16-year-old tend to share. But her urgency was palpable, so we let her click on a YouTube video of — perhaps you’ve guessed by now — “Kony 2012,” the now-viral 30-minute advocacy film created by a nonprofit called Invisible Children, which wants to make the Ugandan war criminal Joseph Kony famous so he will be tracked down and arrested for kidnapping boys and turning them into child soldiers.
When I checked early this week, just eight days after I first heard of Kony and ” title=”Jewish World Watch” target=”_blank”>Jewish World Watch (JWW), who over the past eight years has given over her life to advocating for victims of violence in Sudan and the Congo, in particular, hearing directly from, and speaking on behalf of, women who risk being raped just by going out to collect firewood so they can prepare meals for their families. JWW’s Solar Cooker project, for example, has allowed thousands of women in refugee camps to stay safe by cooking with a locally made, very simple cardboard stove that literally saves lives.
Kamenir-Reznik and others from JWW have made multiple trips to Africa to visit with women in the camps. With child soldiers and their rescuers. With tribal leaders and victims of violence. The JWW mission: “Combat genocide and other egregious violations of human rights around the world.” Since the organization’s founding, inspired by a High Holy Days sermon at Valley Beth Shalom by Rabbi Harold Schulweis, JWW has educated the Southern California community about the crises in the Sudan and Congo, inspired thousands to give money for the Solar Cooker project, including creating many very young student activists. It has also engaged in campaigns to pass targeted divestment legislation in Los Angeles and the state of California, among other activities.
JWW is beginning a new project, Kamenir-Reznik told me, which kicked off late last month with a trip to Washington, D.C., by 35 Los Angeles delegates, mostly women, for a campaign dubbed “Hear Her Voice.” This campaign again advocates for the most vulnerable, this time in the once self-sustaining region of the Nuba Mountains, located in Northern Sudan. The region’s ethnically and religiously diverse people have been repeatedly bombed and cut off from food by their government in Khartoum, tortured and driven into “peace camps,” on condition of converting to the government’s ideological Islam. “Our idea is,” Kamenir-Reznik said, “hear our voice, hear their voice.”
The situation is dire, and while the leaders whom JWW met with are aware and sympathetic — Sen. Dianne Feinstein and Congresswoman and House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi, as well as Los Angeles representatives, including Howard Berman, Brad Sherman and Henry Waxman, among others — JWW believes that the best those leaders can do is to put the Nuba people on the top of President Barack Obama’s list of crises, as well as draw support from the State Department. The problem is that intervention, Kamenir-Reznik admitted — even to bring in food by aid workers will likely require some military action at a time when the United States is trying to pull back from its intervention in Iraq and Afghanistan, let alone thinking about taking action in Syria and, possibly, Iran.
JWW is also creating a campaign to require accountability for the minerals used in all cell phones, because many of those materials come from the violence-laden Congo.
“We want to create something like the energy star on your freezer,” Kamenir-Reznik said, “a Good Housekeeping seal that would certify that no women were raped in the making of this cell phone.”
The goal is to raise awareness, to get attention so legislators will feel compelled to act.
What they need is a Kony video.
“Forget about Kony, get Bashir, he’s the president of a country!” Kamenir-Reznik said, referring to Lt. Gen. Omar Hassan Ahmad Al-Bashir, the president of the Sudan, who has been accused of war crimes by the International Criminal Court.
Jewish World Watch, like probably every other nonprofit, is now parsing the “Kony 2012” video to see what they can learn from it. To figure out “how can we simplify our issues and make a singular point,” Kamenir-Reznik said.
“I’d love to figure out how to capture that viral new-media market,” she said.
Jewish World Watch hopes to reach legislators by capturing the imaginations of kids like my daughter, who really do want to become engaged. Who, given more direction at a local level, might be encouraged to do more than Tweet. It’s a dream, but if Invisible Children can make an African enemy so real, maybe JWW can help kids get something real done.
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I never thought I’d ever be texting with one of my kids about bombs and bomb shelters. But there I was last week, texting back and forth with my daughter, Shanni — who is studying at the Interdisciplinary Center (IDC) in Herzliya and was driving with friends to a Purim event in the south when Palestinian bombs started falling. I was pleading with her to be careful and only go where there was a bomb shelter.
For years I’d tried to imagine what my friends in Israel go through when their children are fighting in wars or are exposed to terror. Now I was experiencing, on a much smaller scale, my own little “Israeli moment.” It had a clarifying effect.
Here’s what it clarified: Fear for my daughter’s safety makes me long for a war that would eliminate the threat once and for all, but also for a peace that would do the same.
In other words, I long for anything — war or peace — that will keep my daughter safe.
But there’s a difference between the two sentiments: When I long for war, I am saddened, even slightly depressed, that it might come to that. Still, I feel like a grown-up facing up to a very painful reality.
When I long for peace, I feel elevated to the highest ideals of my tradition, like a poet dreaming great dreams, or a preacher appealing to the divine in all of us.
But I also feel like an idiot, like a spoiled kid banging on the table and screaming: “Why won’t our enemies make peace with us?”
Well, kid, maybe because they really, really hate us.
There was plenty of Jew hatred on display last month when Lara Friedman, one of the leaders of Americans for Peace Now, attended the Arab League’s conference on Jerusalem in Doha. I wonder if Friedman felt like that frustrated kid as she walked around the conference and asked herself: “Why do they hate us so much?”
As she wrote in The Forward about her experience: “All throughout the day, it was unfortunately the same story. Participants talked about Jerusalem as if Jewish history did not exist or was a fraud — as if all Jewish claims in the city were just a tactic to dispossess Palestinians.”
She seemed especially disappointed that the Israel hate fest included the “moderate” Mahmoud Abbas: “If President Abbas cannot acknowledge Jewish claims in Jerusalem, even as he asserts Palestinian claims (a problem Yasser Arafat suffered from), he should not be surprised if it is more difficult for Israelis and Jews, wherever they are, to believe that he can be trusted in a peace agreement that leaves Jerusalem sites precious to Jews under Palestinian control.”
Jonathan Tobin, in the Commentary blog, gave Friedman credit for “having the wit to notice that just about everybody else there was focused on delegitimizing Israel, denouncing its existence within any borders and denying thousands of years of Jewish history.” But then he asks: “What will it take to convince supporters of Peace Now the imperative of their organization’s name depends on the Arabs rather than the Jews?”
Tobin adds: “She [Friedman] and her group had so convinced themselves all it will take to create peace ‘now’ was for Israelis to support a two-state solution and negotiate, it appears they never took the time or effort to realize the other side has little interest in peace, now or at any other time.”
I also wonder what went through the mind of professor Norman Finkelstein, one of Israel’s harshest critics and a passionate advocate for the Palestinian cause, when he lashed out last month at a Palestinian activist who was interviewing him about the boycott, divestment and sanctions (BDS) movement.
In the video, Finkelstein has a “dayenu” moment when he challenges the goal of the BDS movement: “They’re not really talking about rights. They are talking about destroying Israel. In fact, I think the Israelis are right. That’s true. I’m not going to lie.”
For anyone who has cringed over the years at the nastiness of Finkelstein’s verbal assaults on Israel, the video is a remarkable portrayal of what happens when an ugly truth simply can no longer be ignored. Finkelstein, despite his support for the BDS movement, is forced to admit this painful reality: “We have to be honest, and I loathe the disingenuousness. They don’t want Israel.”
That’s right, they don’t want Israel, just like Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad doesn’t want Israel, and just like Mahmoud Abbas rejects any Jewish connection to Jerusalem.
But what should we do with such inconvenient truths?
For starters, we should call them what they are: truths. The deep-seated Arab animosity toward the Jewish state is a painful truth that predates the settlements by decades. Let’s hope it is not a permanent truth, but for now it is profoundly relevant and must be integral to Israel’s strategic thinking.
Also, we must recognize that desire and hope are not truths — they’re feelings.
Yes, I fervently desire and hope that Palestinian terrorists stop dropping bombs where my daughter travels in Israel, and that Ahmadinejad stops his nuclear program and that Israel’s enemies stop hating Israel and start respecting the 3,000-year Jewish connection to the Holy Land.
But while the child in me longs for this new reality, the father in me knows better.
David Suissa is president of TRIBE Media Corp./Jewish Journal and can be reached at davids@jewishjournal.com.
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I feel like half my life is spent waiting for avocados to ripen and the other half is waiting for first dates to find a parking space in Los Feliz. I do prefer both my produce and women local. I shop at the local Albertsons, and search for females on Plentyoffish within a 5 mile radius.
A few days ago I bought a half a dozen bananas and set up a date with a 27 year old black nurse. I was excited to date a nurse because nurses have maternal instincts and are good at changing sheets.
I was meeting a nurse and she was meeting someone who drank a Bud Light in the bathtub and was wearing two different color socks.
I scored comps to see a musical cabaret tribute to the films of Quentin Tarantino. When greeting the nurse she went in for a hand shake while I went in for the hug.
“Bring it in,” I said as she looked down at the ground.
I gave the girl at the door my name. “Oh you have comp tickets,” she declared.
I nodded.
“So you didn’t pay?”
Would she point my socks out to the nurse too?
I led the nurse to our seats where I opened the conversation.
“How do you like Los Feliz?”
“It’s good,” she shared and then looked away.
Maybe she would open up about nursing. “What’s it like being a nurse?” I asked.
“I like it.”
The more questions I asked, the shorter the responses. There were so many uncomfortable silences I was in physical pain. How many times could I comment about the drink menu?
I nodded and waited for her to ask me something. Finally she got the hint.
“Do you like to travel?” she asked.
“Yea, “ I replied. “I love to visit friends, and love camping. Do you ever camp?”
“I’ve never been camping.”
Surprised, I said “You should go, but don’t go too deep in the woods where they don’t take too kindly to black folk.”
She did not get where I was going, and neither did I.
“You don’t hear a lot about black people camping,” I continued. “There aren’t a lot of Jewish campers either. There’s certain places in the woods it’s good to have have a ranger there to protect you.”
I looked at the menu some more. Nothing changed. The drinks were still over priced. I mouthed the words of the entrees like I was reading a gripping detective novel. I even raised my eyebrows to show I was entralled by the thickening plot of Chicken Marsala.
I finished my Newcastle and posed the question of the night. “Are you sure you want to stay for the show?”
“Sure, why not?”
Why not? Because time, precious time! Another beer and two hours of “Son of a Preacher Man” will not make this date any better.
“Okay, cool.” I said instead.
The show started and I paid no attention to the nurse. Each musical number topped the one that preceded. Highlights included my favorite songs from Jackie Brown “Across 110th Street” and “Didn’t I Blow Your Mind this Time.” Then the strong black female playing Jackie took it to a whole other level pulling a gun out on the dude with dreads who played Ordell, Sam Jackson’s character.
Ordell: Is that what I think it is?
Jackie: What do you think it is?
Ordell: I think it’s a gun pressed up against my dick.
Jackie: Well, you thought right. Now take your hands off from around my throat, nigga.
I gave a thunderous applause and looked over to the nurse who was staring out the window.
When the show ended the nurse thanked me for the invite, but did not thank me for the drinks. I walked up the hill feeling slighted by the absence of her personality and a proper thank you.
To make up for my mistake date, I made plans to see a voluptuous 37 year old in Marina Del Ray. The plan was to grab drinks in the Southbay. I was willing to drive 30 minutes for her wonderful melons.
She texted me back two restaurants that both had three dollar signs on yelp. That’s one more dollar sign than I’m used to spending, but to impress a 37 year old I’ll do what I need to do even if my check engine light reappeared and my car started to rattle the previous night on the way back from West Hollywood.
I had a few hours until the date so I turned on the TV and began watching Speed on AMC. Once Sandy Bullock took control of the bus I got scared thinking about the check engine light.
“Pop Quiz Hot Shot. Is this Jewgar worth risking your life?”
With Keanu wrestling Hopper on top of a moving train I left my love interest a message explaining the check engine light situation. She refused to come to Los Feliz.
As this was unfolding, I walked to the laundry room where I saw my cute neighbor Jessica whose clothes were in the dryer. Jessica and I have shared a few brief exchanges, but nothing significant.
My buddy Richard suggested he write me a letter that is addressed to her so she would have to knock on my door to give me the letter. I had a better idea which was to sit on top of the dryer and wait for her. Too bad she already took her clothes out.
I’m starting to think Jessica may be my best prospect. She’s definitely the closest and therefore, the best. I’m going to get that letter in the mail while I wait for these bananas to ripen.
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