For those who are home, and for those who are on the way. For those who support the historic and just return of the land of Israel to its people, forever loyal to their inheritance, and its restoration.
Not all left-wing foreign troublemakers were barred from this country during the recent “flytilla.” Many agents provocateurs recurrently trickle in, among them rabidly anti-Israel activists in the International Solidarity Movement (with the Palestinians). Yet others enter boldly via the wide-open gates of the Law of Return because they are Jews. My cousin, whom I’ll here call Ned, is one of them. His story is of broad interest because he’s not alone.
Ned recently arrived from the US under immigrant status, though he himself probably has no clue how long he’ll stay. He isn’t employed anywhere and has no visible means of support. Someone is footing his bills. But someone always has because, to the best of my knowledge, Ned has never held any job long-term and never forged any career. There must be an organizational benefactor but I can’t say for sure.
Ned and his brother are both products of American Hashomer Hatza’ir inculcation and both remain radically tied to that pro-forma Zionist-Marxist youth movement (even though both are now thirty-something). They seem unable to outgrow the evidently addictive juvenile connection.
Both brothers lived in American communes and both thrive on political activism. There’s almost no radical cause which they hadn’t passionately espoused, even that of the Mavi Marmara. For years they paid sporadic visits to Arab communities in and outside our Green Line and they waxed positively ecstatic over last year’s camp-in at Tel Aviv’s Rothschild Boulevard.
It wasn’t long afterwards that the Occupy Movement began springing up, initially on Wall Street, from whence it spread to other urban centers. The brothers were there, very confrontationally there.
Are they or their ilk the invisible link between our 2011 summertime protests and what later sprang up elsewhere? Who knows? Maybe.
Then Ned, whose Hebrew is rudimentary, announced that he’s “making aliya.” This meant a shared pad in Tel Aviv’s hip Florentin Quarter, frequent trips to Jenin, participation in almost every trendy demonstration or flashpoint of contention.
Ned protested Kadima’s joining the coalition, hotly supported the Hamas prisoners’ hunger strike, equally hotly opposed JNF tree-planting near Beduin communities, decried a projected eviction of Arabs in Silwan and celebrated its foiling, marched in Tel Aviv on May Day, protested on behalf of illegal African infiltrators, demanded the unconditional razing of disputed apartment houses on Givat Ha’ulpana, protested Jewish residence in Jerusalem’s Beit Hanina, agitated against “racist and thieving settlers,” partook in the latest attempts to revive the social protests, and much, much, much more. The list is long.
That seemingly is all that Ned does in Israel. He’s an aging professional youth movement stalwart who has made it his mission to enlighten us benighted natives and change our evil ways.
Ned’s Facebook page featured calls to attend the Nakba memorial (which denigrates Israel’s birth as a catastrophe) at Tel Aviv University (where he’s not a student). The ceremony, the messages said, “is supposed to be very interesting and good. Also there’s supposed to be violence, crazy right-wing style.”
Subtext: Violence is the attraction, the desired outcome. This of course echoes assorted classic anarchist aims to unsettle and destabilize the existing system. Undermining social order is the first step on the road to revolution. The latest crop of Tel Aviv social protesters indeed hoisted banners urging “revolution.”
The irony is that the useful idiots who dance to the tunes of shadowy political pied pipers like Ned couldn’t be more petite bourgeois. Their disaffection arises from the conviction that expensive Nespresso machines are a must in every suitably chic kitchen, that ski trips aboard are the birthright of every Israeli seeking to escape our arid climes, that other taxpayers need subsidize luxurious tastes and spendthrift lifestyles to which all nouveau-riche wannabes are entitled.
Do the useful idiots know that Ned and fellow “social protesters” attended alternative Remembrance Day ceremonies in which fallen terrorists (a.k.a. suicide-bombers) were also mourned? Probably not.
Do they know that on his website meddlesome Ned describes himself as “striving for global justice and equality?” Do they stop to ponder what the phrase means? Do they at all attempt to put it into any sort of historical context?
If they could at all contextualize, they’d instantly associate Ned’s “global justice” with the battle for “justice and legality” waged by this country’s pre-independence militant Left. The similarities are quite striking.
Yesteryear’s far Left, under the aegis of the Communist Peh-Kah-Peh (PKP, the Yiddish acronym for the Palestinisheh Kommunistisheh Partai) wasn’t afraid of getting down and dirty. Immediately following the bloody Arab-perpetrated pogroms of April 1936, the PKP plastered local streets with posters demanding “the repeal of the Balfour Declaration and an end to all Jewish immigration.”
It opposed the construction of Tel Aviv Harbor and repudiated each batch of immigration certificates issued. These were entry visas allotted very tight-fistedly by the British mandatory authorities to Jews already then desperately escaping Europe. The PKP, purportedly anti-British and anti-fascist, opposed rescuing these Jews. In that they sided with the infamous Mufti Haj Amin al-Husseini who instigated the Nazi-financed bloodletting that was the 1936-39 “Great Arab Revolt.”
Husseini subsequently, in the role of pan-Arab prime minister, spent the war years in Berlin, where he hobnobbed with Hitler, Himmler, Eichmann, et al. He broadcast virulent Nazi propaganda, recruited Muslims to the SS and actively foiled the rescue of any Jews, even children, during the Holocaust.
Indeed, as Arab terror escalated, proof mounted of PKP collusion (in incidents such as the 1936 bombing of Haifa’s Beit Hapoalim and Tel Aviv’s Fairgrounds). When Arab leaders themselves announced a brief truce in the autumn of 1936, the PKP rejected any cease-fire on the grounds that “Zionism drags Jews to hell…. Zionists and imperialists alone are to blame for these days of atrocity.”
The anti-Zionism of the PKP evolved gradually. The party arose from the fringes of the mainstream Poalei Zion. In 1919 it banded as the Hebrew Socialist Workers Party. But by 1922 its rejection of Zionism became so pronounced that it ditched Hebrew – whose revival was core to the Zionist ethos – and reverted to Yiddish.
In 1923, the PKP castigated Zionism as “a bourgeois movement serving the interests of British imperialism” (just as the Zionist state today is castigated for purportedly serving the interests of alleged American imperialism). The party cheered the 1939 Molotov-Ribbentrop pact that facilitated WWII. The PKP vehemently opposed fighting the Third Reich until Hitler betrayed Stalin and attacked the USSR in 1941.
Ned, of course, would stress that pro forma he’s no communist and that his now-diminutive Hashomer Hatza’ir regards itself as Zionist.
The trouble is that distinctions which mattered hugely in the 1930s no longer matter much. The big picture is that of a radical Left which undercuts the Jews of this country, whether back in the days of the embryonic Jewish state or in today’s extant Jewish state, whose struggle to survive still continues. Sovereign Israel is still menaced by descendents and torchbearers of the mufti’s original pro-Nazi adherents and it still faces unabated threats of genocide or ethnic cleansing.
The enemy, now as then, still bays for our blood, while posing as the downtrodden victim of grasping wily Jewish forces. It’s this duplicitous Arab strategy which begat the Nakba that Ned so bewails. Israel’s cardinal sin was having dared spoil Arab plans for its annihilation. Because Israel impudently remained alive (and kicking), its survival is denigrated as a cataclysmic misfortune.
The very assertion that the Nakba resulted wantonly out of the blue from Israel’s birth in 1948 is malevolent distortion. The conflict didn’t begin in 1948 – it reached its culmination then.
The Arabs violently combated the Jewish community which existed in this country pre-WWII and was ripe for statehood before the Holocaust. The mufti’s carnage delayed Jewish independence. The Arabs denied asylum here to desperate Jewish refugees from Hitler’s hell, thereby dooming them to death. The blood of these exterminated Jews permanently stains Arab hands.
The war which the entire Arab world launched against newborn Israel, three years post-Holocaust, was with explicit blusterous braggadocio (and the help of recruited European ex-SS henchmen) geared to complete Hitler’s mission.
Murderous Arab rampages greeted the November 29, 1947, UN General Assembly Partition Resolution. Its objective was to divide this tiny land into a Palestinian Arab state and a pitifully puny, terrifyingly vulnerable Jewish counterpart (wedged mainly along the coastal highway between Tel Aviv and Netanya).
The Arabs set out to thwart the implementation of the UN decision. Now they pose as the hapless victims of the war they launched, pretending that all they ever wanted was a two-state solution. They lost their own war and, ever since, are consumed by the festering rage of having failed to eradicate us.
What they call “occupation” doesn’t only relate to the territories that came under Israeli control in 1967. Occupation also – and principally – refers to the territories that constitute Israel since 1948. In other words, all of Israel is illegitimate. Israel’s very existence is unacceptable. No Jews should be here.
And this is what gravely gullible Ned and fellow overly idealistic Jewish fanatics of the last vestiges of the lost Marxist cause (by whichever name it parades) refuse to acknowledge. They, who lure their own sub-set of useful idiots, are foremost themselves useful idiots in the service of the mufti’s latter-day disciples (by whichever name they parade).
Nobody knows better than the volatile incited Arab masses how to collectively fly off the handle in an orchestrated display of premeditated pseudo-righteous indignation. And my cousin falls for their lament of the fact that we at all live.
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I visited Hevron in November 2000 after the outbreak of the Rosh Hashanah War to see what could be done to assist in the face of the growing daily attacks on the community. After returning to work for the community in the summer of 2001, a bond and a love was forged that grows to this day. My wife Melody and I merited to be married at Ma'arat HaMachpela and now host visitors from throughout the world every Shabbat as well as during the week. Our goal, "Time to come Home!"