The Year of Bill and Bibi
Whatever others may say of it, Jewish history will surely record 1998 as the Year of Bill and Bibi.
Whatever others may say of it, Jewish history will surely record 1998 as the Year of Bill and Bibi.
I heard the following anecdote from Menachem Perlmutter, who was there when it happened. David Ben-Gurion, Israel\’s founding father and first prime minister, was visiting a settlement in the Negev. As he was being shown around, he pointed in one direction and said, \”I would like to see orchards here;\” further along, he gestured again and said, \”Here I would like to see vegetables.\”
One in three Israeli families ownat least one David Broza recording; for two generations of Israelis,Broza provided the soundtrack for life and love.
There\’s nothing more peculiarly, confoundinglyIsraeli than soccer on Shabbat.
You get thesense that Israel at 50 is like a bar mitzvah boy who doesn\’t want aparty — not until he gets taller and his acne clears up. Not untilhe feels normal.
The histories of nation-building are never simple.The place of the Indians within the American experience reveals themoral ambiguity of that nation\’s struggle for sovereignty. Facing thereality of the past often means facing the reality of moralcompromise.
And why, oh why, entreat the Americans, did weever leave a country full of discount stores to move to one withbadly made goods at high prices, a 17 percent sales tax, a separateannual tax on your television, and fees for the \”free\” publiceducation of your children?
Israel\’s newest weapon in its battle for economic well-being andworldwide acceptance is a tall, thin New Yorker with a great lambrecipe.\n\nHer name is Rozanne Gold.
Liss, a veteranscreenwriter with a long list of credits, including theHolocaust-themed TV film \”Hidden in Silence,\” has been to hell andback on an odyssey filled with more risk and drama than a paperbackthriller.
Love answering children\’s questions. I\’ll visit a classroom and face an eager chorus of \”DidGod create dinosaurs?\” and \”Where do people go when they die?\” Then,at the end, there\’s always one wise guy, who smirks and asks, \”What\’sthe meaning of life?\” I love that kid. I admire his chutzpah, and Ilove the question.