Why do they go to Israel?
It's a question we keep coming back to with a generation more than seventy years removed from the end of WWII and the birth of this Nation.
In order to study in Israel they need to navigate a few things that make it different than studying in Barcelona or Florence.
Back on campus they have professors who choose not to write recommendations because of their blind hatred for a place they've never been. And even if they do write it, a student wonders what that professor thinks of them just for asking.
They arrive in Israel and the first thing they see is the bomb shelter.
The dorms have windows that barely let in the morning light.
And then the bombs come while they are dining in a restaurant. And the American students marvel how the the Israeli's rush back to their tables, after the all-clear is given, but before the entrees get cold.
When my generation applied for visits to Israel, nobody noticed: "Sure, go work on a Kibbutz, learn the language, float in the Dead Sea."
It's a question we keep coming back to with a generation more than seventy years removed from the end of WWII and the birth of this Nation.
In order to study in Israel they need to navigate a few things that make it different than studying in Barcelona or Florence.Back on campus they have professors who choose not to write recommendations because of their blind hatred for a place they've never been. And even if they do write it, a student wonders what that professor thinks of them just for asking.
They arrive in Israel and the first thing they see is the bomb shelter.
The dorms have windows that barely let in the morning light.
And then the bombs come while they are dining in a restaurant. And the American students marvel how the the Israeli's rush back to their tables, after the all-clear is given, but before the entrees get cold.
When my generation applied for visits to Israel, nobody noticed: "Sure, go work on a Kibbutz, learn the language, float in the Dead Sea."
I wish those pro-BDS professors could hear the cabbie taking me from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem as he recommends the shops in a small village just off the highway. I wish they could hear him explain that Abu Ghosh is an Arab village, “but they don’t attack us and never get involved in terrorism, so we thank them by going to their restaurants. It’s not kosher, but it’s good.”
Our children love the nightlife even though the clubs require them to file through metal detectors and leave their bags at home. They love it’s proximity to Europe even
though their visits take more planning as they navigate the airport screenings and delays. They love the soldiers they meet who carry machine guns not fake IDs.
In Abu Dhabi the country is so new that the Presidential Palace opened for tours the week we arrive. The Grand Mosque is 10 years old and spotless. The whole place is spotless. They discovered oil in 1958 and since then they have been rich until the price of oil dropped. A billion dollars to build the mosque, a billion for the Abu Dhabi Louvre, and free housing, health care and education for all its citizens and suddenly it feels clean and neat, but not so wealthy.
When people ask the Crown Prince what we can do, he tells them to “spend money.”
Everyone has a job, many of them cleaning streets,
keeping the mother of pearl that is inlaid into the Mosque
walls, gleaming.
You get the sense that the country's motto is “build it
and they will come,” and we arrive as they wait to see if
it pans out.
Israel and the United Arab Emirates are both ancient places and works in progress.
The
existential crisis for Abu Dhabi is whether people will come visit this desert oasis, half a day away from the Eastern US to learn its history,
eat its dates, stay in its hotels and drink its water, infused with
gold for $50 a bottle. Israel’s crisis is a daily multi-front battle against their Arab neighbors, historic anti-Semitism and a BDS movement rooted in biblical hatred that gives every other regime in the world a pass except the one democracy in the Middle East.
At the Special Olympics' World Games athlete Loretta Claiborne rebuts the rhyme: "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me."
"I've been in fights and I've broken bones, but the only pain that has stuck with me all these years is the pain caused by words," she said. "That's because those words hurt my heart."
The winds of anti-Semitism and anti-Zionism blow strong again, mostly in words that hurt the most. Members of the US Congress who denounce Israel and Jews, members of the political establishment in the UK who don't hide their anti-Semitism, Jews all over Europe are listening closely to the words that hurt the heart.
Israel's threats first come in words and then they come in bombs from the sky:
“We can’t take chances, we can’t afford mistakes," another cab driver tells me. "One mistake and we’re all dead,” he said indicating his support for Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu.
"I've been in fights and I've broken bones, but the only pain that has stuck with me all these years is the pain caused by words," she said. "That's because those words hurt my heart."
The winds of anti-Semitism and anti-Zionism blow strong again, mostly in words that hurt the most. Members of the US Congress who denounce Israel and Jews, members of the political establishment in the UK who don't hide their anti-Semitism, Jews all over Europe are listening closely to the words that hurt the heart.
Israel's threats first come in words and then they come in bombs from the sky:
“We can’t take chances, we can’t afford mistakes," another cab driver tells me. "One mistake and we’re all dead,” he said indicating his support for Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu.
The final night we climb the dunes to watch the sun
set. Our footprints from the previous night are gone. Not filled in or blown away or even covered
up, they no longer exist. The imprint we made yesterday shows no sign of life and in a few minutes the
place where we stepped will be gone.
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