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Jerusalem
on my mind... It has been seven years since I sat, on that
warm Tuesday evening, looking upon the Western Wall and
observing the vast diversity of all the people as they passed.
There were the Orthodox Jews, praying passionately, oblivious
to their surroundings; to them, the Western Wall represents
the holiest site in Judaism - a place in which saying a prayer
means infinitely more then uttering one anywhere else in the
world.
I could only guess
what one of these old men, in his traditional orthodox Jewish
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Picture "Hand on Kotel" by
Dinu Mandrea |
attire, was praying
for with his gaze fixed on the
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as his outstretched
arms seemed to be trying to embrace the entire wall.
One could rightfully
assume that he was
conversing with God, asking for the arrival of the
Messiah. No longer a young man, his face expressed him being
well aware that his remaining years of waiting were limited. I then caught site
of a middle-aged, European couple. Looking somewhat disoriented,
their eyes wandered around hastily, trying to take everything
in. As they observed all the movement and outpouring of emotions
around the wall, they were probably thinking: "These people have
gone mad!" For the old man, this wall encompassed the meaning of
his life while the tourist couple saw it as merely another place
to shoot few photographs before moving on to the next
attraction.
As clearly as I could deduce the emotions of these
strangers, I could not completely figure out my own. Only a few
moments earlier, I had approached the Wall myself not feeling
any great excitement. I touched the warmth of the stones and
even forced the written note into the tiny crevasse. My mind
began to digress and I remembered my childhood, my family, my
uncle David who had always wanted to come to this place but had
passed away only couple of years prior. I remembered my grandma
Sara, whose picture, taken in front of the wall, I had looked at
so many times before. Suddenly I realized that I was visualizing
people that were dear to me and felt like I had arrived home,
surrounded by the loved ones. As I sat
across from the wall and watched my surroundings with mixed emotions,
one thing has become clear: This was a special moment in my
life, one I would always remember and cherish.
My trip back to New York was a long one, but it
allowed me to share the experiences of my trip with some fellow
passengers. Many of them expressed similar emotions. The strong
connection that exists between the people and the land is almost
metaphysical.
Several years later, I was watching CNN news, as
the Israeli and Palestinian representatives were going at it
after yet another suicide bombing in Israel. A Palestinian
spokesman was saying that all the Jews that live in Israel come
from Russia, America and even Ethiopia. He asked, "What are all
these 'foreigners' doing there?" His words took me back to that
evening in Jerusalem, near the Western Wall. How could I explain
to him the connection that Jews have to Israel and Jerusalem in
particular? This connection is neither fictional nor made up;
it's not like the Jews looked at a map one day and picked Israel
as a particularly appealing place to settle. The connection is
Biblical, historical and, most importantly, emotional. The last sentence of the Jewish Passover prayer
is "NEXT YEAR IN JERUSALEM." Needless to say, the Passover Seder
was not written by some Zionist 60 years ago. It is nearly as
old as the history of Jewish people. It represents the feelings
of belonging to the land they were unjustly removed from so many
times in its tragic history. I have no doubt that the reason
lies in the powerful connection that emanates from the land and
from the traditions and books that originated there.
Watching
the body parts of the victims of the bombings laying all over
the pavement and the twisted metal debris of a blown-up bus got me
thinking. Over centuries, Jews have survived the armies of
the Nebuchadnezzar, the legions of marauding Romans, the torture
chambers of the Inquisition and the Nazi concentration camps, to name a few. The price was huge, the toll
on human life staggering and the suffering unimaginable. Yet,
here we
are, staring into the face of another enemy who has no regard
for any form of life, neither ours nor their own.
"Never Again" was proclaimed right after World
War II and yet, here at the beginning of the 21st century, you
can feel the hurricane of hatred making it's way around the
world. As sure as the spring will follow the winter, there will
be a new wave of anti-Semitism for every generation of Jews. It
seems to have almost become an additional law of nature. One does not need to look very hard to hear the
rhetoric emanating from the Muslim world; for example:
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Several newspapers in the Arab countries attributed the 9/11 attack
to Jews. Couple of days later it became an undisputed fact. Some
still believe it to this day even though Usama Ben Ladin took
responsibility for it
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Russian tsarist lie concocted in the 19th century about the "Elders
of Zion" became widely watched miniseries in modern day Egypt
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In 1994 Iran has sponsored the terrorist attack in Buenos Aires
Argentina that killed 85 people in the Jewish Center. The last
time I looked at the map, Buenos Ares was not anywhere near Israel
·
Malaysian President Mahateer announces to the world that Jews
control the world through commodity speculations:
The scariest part about the examples above is how
many different countries are mentioned, yet they are only a
small portion of all the countries that share these feelings
toward Jews.
All this
is going on in conjunction with the rise of anti-Semitism in
Europe, a continent with a monopoly on morality. It seems that
the 60 years after the Holocaust have served as a
sufficient respite. They can now go back to
what they did so well over the centuries; inventing new reasons for
hating Jews.
Then there are the newest of the world's Jews,
the Americans. "Hating America is the new world sport", remarks
John Gibson in his new book "Hating America". It took 60
years to have the lessons of the Holocaust begin to fade away;
it took only few years after 9/11 for people to begin to forget
the fact that
we were unjustly attacked. The fact that a large percentage of the
world's population was on the side of Saddam Hussein
- regardless of what one's feelings may be about this war - is
very telling. Where do we go from here? The questions
that resonate in my own mind are:
If America
disappeared tomorrow, would the world be a better place?
With regards to the unified hatred of Israel, all
the Arab nations are operating as a generally cohesive unit.
Without Israel to beat up on, these same countries will be at
each others throats in no time. If you need a proof, just listen
in on the Arab League conferences. To answer the second question about America would be redundant.
Just consider where we would be
without America influencing the world order over the last
century.
While gazing at the Western Wall I could not help
noticing the Israeli solders and police all around the place.
Just before I arrived here there was a wave of suicide bombings
that hit Israel and Jerusalem specifically. Yet I felt
absolutely at peace, the way you feel at home surrounded by your
family and friends. This is a home that needs to be protected at
any cost because for Jews it's the last stop. Next stop is the
oblivion. In the
meantime, as I watch the news about the killings, suicide
bombings and beheadings, I think about Jerusalem and that
moment of peace that is worth dreaming about, and even
fighting for.
