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August 13, 2014

Cease-fire reportedly extended

The Israeli and Palestinian delegations reportedly agreed to extend their cease-fire for at least three days, according to several news reports.

Meanwhile, three rockets were fired from the Gaza Strip into southern Israel on Wednesday night starting two hours before the cease-fire was scheduled to expire at midnight. No injuries or damage were reported. Hamas denied firing the rockets.

The head of the Palestinian delegation, Fatah official Azzam al-Ahmed, announced the extension, according to the French news agency AFP. A cease-fire extension was reported as well on the Hamas and Islamic Jihad television stations, according to the Times of Israel. No Israeli officials appeared to confirm, however.

Meanwhile, a separate rocket landed on an Egyptian house near the Gaza border on Wednesday night, killing a 13-year-old girl. Two of the girl’s siblings were injured in the attack in el-Mattallah, a Sinai town, but it is not clear from where the rocket was fired, the Times of Israel reported.

In another incident Wednesday, an Italian journalist, his translator and three Palestinian bomb disposal experts were killed in Gaza while trying to defuse an unexploded Israeli missile.

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BREAKING: Israeli police confirm rocket fired from Gaza landed in Southern Israel

Rockets were fired from the Gaza Strip into southern Israel two hours before the deadline of a 72-hour cease-fire between Hamas and Israel.

One rocket exploded Wednesday night in an unpopulated area of the Shaar Hanegev Regional Council, The Jerusalem Post reported. No damage or injuries were reported. Rocket sirens sounded in Ashkelon and surrounding areas.

Meanwhile, the Israeli army massed more troops along the Gaza border on Wednesday as the midnight deadline neared for the end of the temporary truce.

A news conference expected to be held by the Palestinian delegation to truce talks in Cairo at 9:30 p.m. reportedly was delayed until further notice.

Earlier Wednesday, the United States said it wanted a long-term cease-fire secured between Israel and Hamas in Gaza, but would settle for extending the temporary truce launched at midnight Monday if negotiators in the Egyptian capital cannot reach a larger accord by the deadline.

President Obama spoke to Israeli Prime Minister Benyamin Netanyahu by phone on Wednesday, urging Netanyahu to reach an agreement that would end the violence.

According to Israel’s Channel 2, the Israeli team returned home from the indirect negotiations in Cairo.

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Pianist Inon Barnatan to bewitch audience with one of Mozart’s greatest concertos

Soloists such as Van Cliburn and, more recently, Lang Lang, made their mark on the world’s stage at a relatively young age. But such careers often hit a plateau or, worse, suffer burnout. Other artists, like the 35-year-old Israeli-born pianist Inon Barnatan, grow more gradually. Happily, Barnatan’s music-making — both in concert and on disc — continues to deepen, delight and enrich.

Last season, the pianist’s tour stop at Soka Performing Arts Center with the Academy of St. Martin in the Fields impressed Orange County Register music critic Timothy Mangan, who observed that the pianist played Bach’s Concerto in D minor with “compelling ebullience, like a jazz musician jamming with friends.”

On Aug. 21, Barnatan joins conductor Nicholas McGegan and the Los Angeles Philharmonic for his debut as a soloist with orchestra at the Hollywood Bowl in one of Mozart’s longest concertos, the charming and poetic Piano Concerto No. 22 in E flat (K. 482). 

“This concerto is one of Mozart’s greatest,” Barnatan said recently from his home in New York, “especially the dark and heartbreaking slow movement. Following the 1785 premiere, Mozart wrote to his father with great pride how the audience clapped so hard after the slow movement that they had to repeat it.”

Barnatan, who will be performing his own cadenzas (Mozart never provided them), chose this score for his U.S. concerto debut in 2007 with the Houston Symphony. Since then, Barnatan’s career has taken off on both coasts. He was recently appointed the New York Philharmonic’s first “artist-in-association,” a three-season post that begins next spring. 

Born in Tel Aviv, Barnatan left Israel at 17 and entered the Royal Academy of Music in London. He moved to New York in 2006, where he studied with pianist Leon Fleisher, whose meteoric concert career, interrupted by a serious hand injury, turned into an illustrious career as teacher and mentor.

“Fleisher tried to make you take clues on the page and think about, say, the rhythmic and emotional structure of a piece,” Barnatan said. “The actual notes we hear are just the tip of the iceberg. It’s about what you can’t hear. Every note exists for a reason you have to discover.”

Barnatan, who seemingly would rather play music than speak about it, quoted the aphorism, “Talking about music is like dancing about architecture.” Still, he is an eloquent spokesman for his art.

“It’s like an actor giving an inflection to certain words,” the pianist added. “It’s about understanding what’s behind and beneath.”

Cellist Alisa Weilerstein said she and Barnatan share an instinctive approach to the score at hand. They plan to record a duo recital for Decca later this year.

“We prefer not to talk too much in rehearsal,” Weilerstein said. “We’ll try playing something different ways, but we don’t have to talk to convey an idea.”

Playing chamber music is clearly one of Barnatan’s passions. “When you work with a soloist, singer or orchestra, you can’t just say your piece,” Barnatan said. “You have to listen and adjust your thinking.” 

Barnatan’s family still lives in Tel Aviv, and he said he wished such a humane collaborative process would function more often there. “I wish people would listen to each other,” he said. “Very few people know the intricacies of what’s happening in Israel. People block their ears while they speak. They don’t try to understand the other person’s narrative.”

A self-described “citizen of the world,” Barnatan said he loves returning to Israel, but added, “It’s an intense place to live, which can be great, of course. As an Israeli, you grow up with that intensity. There’s always a sense something will happen. You deal with the situation and make the most of it.”

Barnatan has maintained his New York base since 2006. The same year marked the release of his debut solo recital, a gripping all-Schubert CD on Bridge Records. The disc included a turbulent, searching account of Schubert’s great B-flat Sonata (D. 960), the kind of performance that announced a major artist in the making. His latest record on Avie, of Schubert’s Sonatas in C minor (D. 958) and A major (D. 959), confirms Barnatan’s stature as one of the most sensitive and imaginative Schubert interpreters of his generation.

But staying close to the contemporary music scene is also important to the pianist. In recent years, he has commissioned works from composers Avner Dorman, Matthias Pintscher and Sebastian Currier. Indeed, “Darknesse Visible,” his second solo recording, proves Barnatan is as luminous, stylistically flexible and impassioned an interpreter of works from Debussy and Ravel to Thomas Adès. 

Barnatan said he likes to present old and new music together. “The juxtaposition helps both, because nothing exists in a vacuum,” he said. “A 300-year-old score can sound like it was written yesterday. I still spend every day immersed in pieces hundreds of years old. I don’t think we’re ever finished, and that’s the beauty of what we do.”

Pianist Inon Barnatan will perform an all-Mozart program with Nicholas McGegan conducting the Los Angeles Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl on Aug. 21. For ticket information, visit this story at jewishjournal.com.

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Hamas spokesman denies any rockets fired from Gaza at Israel

A Hamas spokesman denied on Wednesday any rockets had been fired from the Gaza Strip at Israel, after the Israeli military and police reported a rocket launched from the territory had landed in southern Israel.

Spokesman Sami Abu Zuhri said Hamas “denies there was any rocket fire at the occupation this evening”, referring to Israel. The firing was reported two hours before the expiry of a three-day truce in a more than month-old war, as Egyptian-mediated talks to extend the ceasefire ran into difficulties in Cairo.

Reporting by Nidal al-Mughrabi; Writing by Allyn Fisher-Ilan; Editing by Andrew Roche

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Poem: A Theory’s Evolution

The Theory of Flawed Design is not a scientifically proven

Alternative to evolution. It is based on the everyday life

Experience that natural selection could not have produced

Such a catastrophic outcome. Optimists and the religiously

Inclined will naturally prefer evolution as an explanation,

Since ascribing Design to the state of humanity is almost

Unbearable. For the rest of us, we must continue to insist

That the Theory of Flawed Design be taught cheek and jowl,

Neck and neck, mano a mano, with Mr. Darwin’s

Speculations. The Theory postulates a creator who is Mentally

Impaired, either through some genetic defect or because of

Substance abuse, and is predisposed to behave in a sociopathic

Manner; although some Benign Flawed Design theorists, as

They call themselves, posit the radical alternative that the

Creator was distracted or inattentive and the flaws are not the

Result of Malevolent Will but incompetence or incapacity.


From “Recalculating” (University of Chicago Press, 2013)

Charles Bernstein is author of “Recalculating “(University of Chicago Press, 2013), “Attack of the Difficult Poems: Essays and Inventions” (Chicago, 2011) and “All the Whiskey in Heaven: Selected Poems” (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2010).

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Argentine children of ‘Disappeared’ learn of Jewish parentage

When Mariana Perez was a teenager, whenever she went out to dance and met a boy she liked, she would ask his age. If she was older than he was, she wouldn’t get involved, because there was a chance he might be her younger brother, one of the 500 babies abducted during Argentina’s military dictatorship from 1976 to 1983.

Although only about 1 percent of Argentina’s population, Jews made up approximately 5 percent, or an estimated 2,000, of the as many as 30,000 “disappeared” — people kidnapped, imprisoned and executed by Argentina’s military junta. During the so-called Dirty War, hundreds of pregnant women gave birth in secret detention centers before “disappearing,” their newborns given to military families or allies, who raised them with a different identity.

Over the years, 114 of the estimated 500 abducted babies — now in their 30s — have discovered their biological identities, some of them Jewish. On Aug. 6, Estela de Carlotto, the president of the Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo, an organization that searches for the children of the disappeared, found her grandson, raised as Ignacio Hurban, after 37 years.

Mariana’s brother, Guillermo Perez Roisinblit, 35, was born in the Naval Mechanics School (ESMA) clandestine detention center in Buenos Aires; he discovered at 21 that he was the son of disappeared Jewish parents.

“I was one person, and then I was suddenly another person,” he said. “The knowledge that you’re Jewish, it’s a revelation. And knowing that the people who you call ‘parents’ aren’t your family. And knowing that your parents, apart from having a tragic ending, you won’t ever meet them. That is also very complicated.”

Perez Roisinblit was found by the Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo — known in Argentina as “the Abuelas” (“grandmothers”) — an organization formed in 1977 by mothers whose children and expected grandchildren went missing during the dictatorship. The Abuelas works to find children who were stolen and illegally adopted during the dictatorship, to return to them their real identity and to punish the perpetrators.

“It’s about annulling that adoption and telling the grandchild the truth, or else his children and grandchildren will live with a false identity,” said Rosa Roisinblit, 95, the vice president of the Abuelas and Perez Roisinblit’s grandmother.

Rosa Roisinblit, vice president of the Abuelas, sits before a photo of her disappeared daughter.

In 1978, she received a phone call soon after her pregnant daughter’s kidnapping, telling her to prepare to receive the newborn.

“I didn’t imagine that she wouldn’t have returned home to have the baby,” Rosa said. “They had promised me and told me on the phone, ‘Prepare the clothes because when the baby is born, we’ll give him to you.’ I was sitting waiting for the call, and the call never came.”

Perez Roisinblit’s birth parents, Jose Perez Rojo, 24, and Patricia Roisinblit, 25, both members of the Montoneros, a leftist-guerrilla group, disappeared on Oct. 6, 1978. Patricia was eight months pregnant when she was seized at her house by members of Argentina’s air force, but was allowed to drop off her 15-month-old daughter, Mariana, at the house of her in-laws, who raised her. Perez Roisinblit was born Nov. 15, 1978 in the ESMA, and soon after birth was appropriated by a civilian employee of the air force, who, together with his wife, registered the baby as their own biological child.

Mariana Perez began working at the Abuelas at 17 with the idea of finding her brother. On April 13, 2000, she received an anonymous tip about a child of disappeared parents that seemed to match her brother’s case. A few days later, she approached Perez Roisinblit, then 21, at the café where he worked. She handed him a letter inside a book about the Abuelas’ work. The letter said, ‘My name is Mariana Perez, I’m the daughter of disappeared. I’m looking for my brother and think it could be you.’

“I remember taking out my I.D. and showing her I couldn’t be her brother, because I was named differently and I had been born on a different date — as if the document couldn’t have been falsified,” Perez Roisinblit said. “In that moment, I didn’t know the impunity of the dictatorship. I didn’t know that there were 500 babies, and could not remotely imagine that one of those was me.”

But a while later, he opened the book she gave him, which showed the resolved and unresolved cases of appropriated babies, and saw a picture of his parents, thinking that “the photo of my father is a picture of me in black and white.” That evening, he took a blood test at the Abuelas, and two months later the results confirmed he was the son of disappeared.

After meeting his sister, Perez Roisinblit confronted the man he had believed was his father, who was by then divorced from the woman he had always thought was his mother. His “father” denied Perez Roisinblit’s claim three times before admitting its truth.

“He was driving, and said [that] I am the son of disappeared,” Perez Roisinblit said. “I’m the son of a Jewish girl, a medical student that he knew. And I could be sure that while she was pregnant with me, she was done absolutely no physical harm, but that he couldn’t say the same of my father — they had tortured my father. It was a lot of information, so I told him I can’t hear any more and to look for a lawyer, because you kidnapped the grandson of the vice president of the Abuelas.”

Perez Roisinblit’s grandmother remembers the first time she met him.

“I found myself with a very handsome, tall young man, and I told him, ‘Well, I’m your grandmother,’ ” Rosa recalled. “And he responded, ‘I know, Baba.’ ” His sister had taught Perez Roisinblit to call their grandmother that.

It was all very nice, Rosa said, until the day the people who raised him were arrested and jailed.

“Then he didn’t like it anymore,” she said. “He didn’t want to have anything to do with me.”

When the trial for his appropriators — the term Perez Roisinblit uses to describe the people who raised him — began in 2001, he “wanted to know nothing” about his biological identity, trying to defend the woman who raised him, with whom he had always had a good relationship.

“I was trying to defend her, because she had protected me, raised me, fed me, educated me — [and I thought] it’s not possible that this is a bad person,” Perez Roisinblit said. “It took a lot of time to place myself in the situation and understand that I was a victim.”

For three years, he refused to do the necessary blood analysis for the genetic testing that would end the trial, feeling that the judiciary was forcing him to be her victimizer. His grandmother at the Abuelas was also the criminal plaintiff against his appropriators — “a terrible conflict for me” — and he shut himself off from her and his sister, whom he would sometimes call just to insult. 

“I felt so emotionally unstable, it was terrible,” Perez Roisinblit said. “It’s normal that it happens to the people who find out they were robbed, but it’s not right.”

Finally, on April 23, 2004, the judiciary confirmed his real identity and, in September, he adopted the last names of his parents, which he would later pass on to his two children, Ignacio, 6, and Catalina, 4.

“Being able to give my child the last name that belonged to him was a victory,” he said.

Perez Roisinblit repaired relations with his grandmother and sister and met more relatives, but building new relationships was difficult.

“I know how to be a nephew, a cousin, a friend, a boyfriend,” he said. “But suddenly I had a sister. Up to what point is it OK to hug your sister? Do you take or not take your sister by the hand? I remember going red on a day that I gave a chocolate to my sister. That’s when you realize they robbed everything from you. Not only your identity or your parents’ death.”

Perez Roisinblit also feels robbed of his Jewish identity. He was raised and married Catholic, although he is currently nonpracticing and interested in learning more about Judaism. He has attended Passover and Rosh Hashanah dinner with Rosa, who grew up in Moisés Ville, an Argentine town founded by Russian Jews, and this year, for the first time, he took a day off work for Passover.

“I like Jewish holidays, the food in particular — I love Jewish food,” he said. “Strudel, is that what it’s called? It’s very good.”

Processing his identity has been a struggle.

“Instead of enjoying the birth of my daughter, I cried because I didn’t know if my father knew about my birth,” he said.

And Perez Roisinblit still sees and talks to the woman who raised him, explaining that it is very hard for him to both maintain and end that relationship.

“I don’t forget that she was lying for 21 years,” he said. “It would be a lot easier for me if I hadn’t loved her, if she was a bad woman. If she was dead, that’d be much easier.”

According to Luciano Hazan, a former lawyer for the Abuelas, participation in changing the identity of a baby originally carried a sentence of between five and 15 years. However, in recent years, Argentine courts also have called the abduction of babies during the dictatorship a crime against humanity, which because of its massive and systematic nature has no statute of limitations. Perez Roisinblit’s “father” served six years, and his “mother” served three years.

Many children of the disappeared resist participating in the prosecution of the individuals who raised them. Like Perez Roisinblit, Ezequiel Rochistein Tauro, 37, also was born in the ESMA detention center and worked in the air force — “paradoxically, because the air force kidnapped my father.” His parents, Maria Graciela Tauro, 24, and Jorge Daniel Rochistein, 25, were seized in 1977, when Rochistein Tauro was 4 1/2 months pregnant. Rochistein Tauro was subpoenaed by a court in 2001 as a possible child of disappeared parents. 

For nine years, Rochistein Tauro fought the obligatory DNA extraction to protect the woman who raised him from being convicted, and, like Perez Roisinblit, said he didn’t care about discovering his biological identity during that time.

“My goal was that my mother would not be jailed,” he said.

The case was taken to the Supreme Court, and in June 2010, two civil policemen approached Rochistein Tauro after work with a judicial order to collect a DNA sample from his clothing. Argentina’s genetic bank confirmed he was the son of disappeared, and he finally changed his last name from Vásquez Sarmiento to Rochistein Tauro in 2012.

“The state is obligated to pursue and sanction all crimes, and for that it needed … him for the DNA test,” explained Hazan, adding that Rochistein Tauro’s appropriation was considered a continuous offense that did not stop until his real identity was revealed.

Rochistein Tauro’s maternal family is Catholic, while his paternal family is Jewish. Raised Catholic and not practicing today, he is open to learning about Judaism but, unlike Perez Roisinblit, doesn’t have direct Jewish family.

“So I have a Jewish last name without knowing about Judaism,” he said, adding with a chuckle, “ ‘Rochistein’ is strong.”

Today, Rochistein Tauro is married, has 9-, 7- and 4-year-old children, and is an analyst at the Ministry of Security. He lives with the woman who raised him, whom he calls his “old lady,” Argentine slang for mother, and said he has managed to move on with his life.

“I don’t regret it, knowing my identity,” he said. I don’t victimize myself, and I don’t deny my reality. I just go through life. I’m still the same person.”

However, life is perhaps more complicated for Perez Roisinblit, for whom “there’s nothing more positive than knowing the truth.”

“Identity is … knowing a lot of people that you share blood with, knowing your history, knowing about your ancestors, finding yourself in the gestures of others,” he said. “And from another point of view, it’s being free. Because there’s a point where you feel trapped from a truth that isn’t yours, from a truth they fabricated so that you would not be who you should have been.”

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Judea Pearl: Standing up for Israel on campus

It’s going to be a tough year on campus.

Anti-Israel rallies nationwide indicate that the atmosphere has turned toxic for all of us who love and support Israel.

But from many conversations with my university colleagues, I know that, despite what we see and read in the media, there is tremendous passion and affinity for Israel throughout our educational institutions, perhaps suppressed for the moment, but still strong.

The open hostility on the other side makes it difficult, even frightening, for us to find a way to project our pro-coexistence voices back into the mix. Many of us may be hesitant to speak up, and our silence further emboldens our detractors and demoralizes our students.

I recently had an experience that may reflect on how we can end this silence, clearly and elegantly, without uttering a single word, and in so doing, influence others to do the same.

At a recent scientific conference in Quebec, I decided to wear a simple U.S.-Israel Friendship flag lapel pin, which pairs the Israeli and American flags. For me, it just felt good to make a statement of support for a tiny country fighting for the safety of her citizens.

What I did not anticipate was the reaction I received from people around me. From passengers at the airport, hotel receptionists, colleagues at the conference, students and professors, known and unknown, Jews and gentiles, I was amazed and delighted to hear things like, “I love the pin you are wearing!” “Do you have one for me?” “I have a friend on a kibbutz!” and so on.

That was a surprise! And all it took was a simple gesture to release those bottled-up feelings awaiting an excuse to get out. 

Imagine what could happen if a few of us … then a few more … and a few more. .. started sporting those pins on campus. Could we actually begin to change that toxic campus atmosphere?

I believe we can.

Let’s display the pin proudly. Let’s wear it to classes, to lectures, to the cafeteria, to meetings with students and administrators, everywhere.

Let’s show our colleagues exactly where we stand.

Even more important, let’s make sure our Jewish students know they’re not alone, that they have a safe place to go, role models they can talk to — mentors with whom they can share their love for Israel, their passion for democracy and justice.

As for those with opposing views, they, too, need to know which side common sense is on.

Wearing friendship pins does not represent “advocacy” or “having all the answers” or “imposing an answer” or a “taking a definite public stand” or “an issue” — concerns I have heard, verbatim, from other professors.

It represents personal support of universal values, no less so than a pin of the International Campaign to Ban Landmines or the Wildlife Conservation Society. 

The preposterous idea that any mention of Israel should be “controversial” or “political” or “taking sides” or “an issue” is precisely the kind of intellectual terror that the Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) movement attempts to create on our campuses. I refuse to bend to this terror. Israel’s being and friendship are as normative as Diet Coke and French wine, and perhaps a bit more noble.

As to wearing a pin with Israeli-Palestinian flags, as a statement of peace and reconciliation, I would have considered it a year ago, but not today — not after seeing the faces and hearing the slogans of those who waved Palestinian flags in the anti-Israel demonstrations of the past few months. Too bad, but those faces transformed the flag they were waving into a symbol of death.

Let’s not shy away from engagement. Let’s welcome it. The stature we have earned through our dedication to research and education commands more weight than all the BDS forces put together, all the anti-Israel resolutions that student unions can draft or pass. I believe this non-imposing statement of identity and concern, heralded by that little pin, will portray us as people of principle and earn us respect in both camps: those who agree with us and those who don’t.

So simple an act. So powerful the message.

I hope you’ll join me in making our sentiments visible, empowering our students to action and, we hope, restoring sanity to campus life.

More than 100 campuses have already ordered the U.S.-Israel Friendship pins. You can receive yours free of charge by emailing shipping@standwithus.com.

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Working with Williams and Winters

Shocked to learn he's gone, but, sad to say, I'm amazed Robin Williams lasted this long. Maybe he missed his late mentor, Jonathan Winters, who carved a permissive path for him, first through talented madness, and then death.  Jonathan stuck around a long time, too, considering the uphill battle he waged against his own mind.  

At a certain stage, the impossibility of a refuge in compulsivity becomes clearer to aging bodies. For Robin Williams, a soured sitcom deal, and for Jonathan Williams the loss of a loyal, life-long wife, perhaps became the death knells that youth and mass adulation no longer could counter.

Here’s my contribution to the canon of Robin remembrances still pouring into the press days past his death at 63.


Before we all knew the words for bipolar or manic depressive, we knew their performances were enhanced by something beyond the normal garden variety neuroses of most comedians. Both Robin and Jonathan had the advantage of insanity. Robin had the added advantage of addiction. While Winters was becalmed by legal drugs administered by physicians and a stable seeming marriage til 2009, Robin careened amongst women and lucrative contracts that afforded him the best of every drug on offer.

I had the misfortune of first working with, or more accurately, near Robin as a moonlighting NY theater actress struggling for a foothold amongst the funniest folks around in the late 70's. We met at Budd Friedman's Hollywood Improv Club — the underground railroad for displaced East Coast performers enlarging our voices from New Yawk to American in scope.

But he was here first–a Julliard trained California boy. Robin smiled sweet sympathy at me as Budd introduced us then bumped me from my coveted midnight slot to let him improvise a set. My frustration dissolved in fascination. He free-associated, global tapping into worlds well beyond the scope of most Coasts for an hour. He impersonated inanimate objects, dialoguing with his own effeminate-sounding ass, spoke in spontaneous Shakespeare to the waitresses with a rapier wit that ravaged us all into adoring him. He made frenetic an art form — the velocity and ferocity of his on the spot creations at the warp speed of cocaine somehow seemed graceful.

I made the best of having to follow him by coming on applauding him as the room cleared. Handicapped by slipping in the pool of sweat he left center stage (I never saw a white collar guy perspire so heavily), and an exhausted audience, I mopped up the stage from him. After a quiet minute, my silly songs and character monologues got some disparate giggles, and guffaws. My confidence was renewed, til I realized these might have just been the dregs of leftover laughs from him.

A sober performer stood little chance of registering that night. Luckily for me Ann Meara and Jerry Stiller had stayed, following me out with parental pats. “You're terrific. We're not sure what you're doing yet, but it's very important that you keep doing it,” said Ann. “Just don’t go on after him any more.”

I was grateful and stuck with it to become part of the wave of pilot deals launching from the Improv to TV that year. Both booked on ABC series in the early 80's, Robin and I would meet again at press events, and he was always unerringly warm and polite, tho remotely so, and not just with me.

Amidst a crowd, he always seemed to be in an isolation booth of specialness. Playing the alien was an ideal gig for him.

Then, one summer day, we both showed up to do some radio commercials with Jonathan Winters at a Hollywood recording studio. His hello to me was a set up for a bit, rather than a true greeting, as I was cast that day as the straight woman/salesperson. I knew my place. Within minutes I became a backboard for the two geniuses bouncing ideas beyond the control of the ad agency off me. I'd feed them the lines; they'd do the script for a few beats, then spin into brilliant parallel soliloquies, deferential Williams allowing Winters to soar. The engineering booth filled with bodies as ad execs exclaiming “look who we got!” piled into the hours long session. I never got a copy of the spots, which may just have been flimsy excuses for a command performance to entertain some clients, in which I got to play a supportive part.

It wasn't just their facile speed of retrieval and seamless access to wild ideas, there was the shared desperation for escape–fleeing frantically from something sad toward the lure of laughter that drove those two. It was the lure of those desperately fueled flames that made us make them famous, and will make us miss them like crazy—the crazy we all hide deeper inside ourselves than they ever could.

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Hope must once again conquer “The Rabin Square”

It now seems as if thousands of light years have passed between the summer of 2011 and the summer of 2014. It is hard to believe that the same “city square”, once an open arena for hopeful debates involving social issues and reform, has now recently become an arena of confrontation between the violent and hostile groups about “Operation Protective Edge.”

During the summer of 2011, while shouting out for much-needed social reforms involving the high cost of living, we never asked who is shouting next to us. We didn’t try to find out if they love or hate the Israeli flag or if they support “Beitar” or “Hapoel” soccer teams. We didn’t ask what they think of Haneen Zoabi, Miri Regev, Gideon Levi or Danny Danon. We didn’t ask their position on the threat of rockets from Gaza or a political agreement with the Palestinian Authority. We never asked for their opinion on renting apartments to Arabs or the “Price Tag Policy”. We simply marched together, shouting at the top of our lungs, motivated by a strong, optimistic feeling that we had a joint future to fight for.  In that summer’s debate about social justice, one thing was clear – the voices echoed hope. The voices were ones which expressed the desire to build and fix what needs to be rectified; they were voices that sought to mend fractures and secure our seams, not unravel them.

Something good happened to us as a result. We were finally able to see clearly and to discern the outline of an “old order” which had directed and organized our society and our economy. We learned the power of this order and also realized that we have the power to change it. We understood that the “common force that swept the streets” can be translated into a variety of initiatives and social acts that could give power back to the people. We realized that we had embarked on a deep, ongoing process of “change”, one that touches all wakes of social life; one whose goal was to gradually change our politics, our economy and our society.

But somewhere during that summer of optimistic “social outpouring”, we managed to lose sight of other darker, more extreme trends that were growing around the social edges and then slowly, but surely, penetrated its core.  Even while dark manifestations of sectarianism, hostility, violence, racism and unjustified hatred were secretly rearing their heads, still there was hope.

Then came “Operation Protective Edge”, and everything quickly changed. Hope was replaced by despair. The fragile fabric, so meticulously woven to connect groups and individuals around new and creative ideas, evaporated with the click of a keyboard. Friends and acquaintances who had met and organized into social networks for social justice now found themselves on opposing sides of the issue of the war, casting words at one another, sharper than poisonous arrows.

“Operation Protective Edge” is far from over but one thing is already very clear: we have a lot to fix – socially, civically, democratically; the seams we have been repairing in recent years will need to be re-stitched, having been ripped apart by the hostilities. This time we will have to do it differently – we will be more determined and will include many more groups and partners. Our rehabilitation also needs to become the top social project of the government awaiting us after “Operation Protective Edge”.  Our national strength is there – and not in shelters and iron domes. Hope must once again conquer the “city square”. 

The writer is Tomer Lotan- CEO of The Citizen's Empowerment Center in Israel (CECI).

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Andrew Bolt blames Hamas for Gaza destruction

This news segment by Australian journalist Andrew Bolt is going viral– at least in the Jewish world.  In it Bolt questions whether Hamas and its radical, anti-semitic ideology bears more of the blame for the death and destruction in Gaza.  He includes provocative clips from Hamas spokesmen, religious leaders in Gaza and in Europe and even from Hamas children's television shows calling for the murder of Jews.  Watch it– let us know what you think.

 

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