mercoledì 14 gennaio 2009

Il dialogo

Il Rabbino di Venezia Richetti in un'intervista sull'impoverimento del dialogo con la chiesa cattolica e la reintroduzione della preghiera che auspica il ritorno degli ebrei alla "Vera" Fede (quella cattolica per intenderci):
«Dialogare vuol dire rispettare ognuno il diritto dell'altro a essere se stesso, cogliere la possibilità di imparare qualcosa dalla sensibilità dell'altro, qualcosa che mi può arricchire. Quando l'idea di dialogo come rispetto sarà ripristinata, i rabbini italiani saranno sempre pronti a svolgere il ruolo che hanno svolto negli ultimi cinquant'anni».
V.di articolo intero qui

martedì 13 gennaio 2009

Take a break.

We take the car, it is a sunny day, it looks a peaceful day. We drive across the desert hills of the northern Negev, the same sensual hills in Shalev's book. We chose the hours within the humanitarian ceasefire, you never know. The traffic is not as usual. You once said : "Israel is 6milion people in their car driving north to south and backward, every day"... just not today. It's wartime. Our children are locked in their Kindergartens, the students aren't crowding the university, the families are not running from one shopping center to the other. Not bad,... for an instant, a sarcastic instant. The war. Leave it out of the car for today.
Tel Aviv, Jaffa, the confusion and decadent blocks of Jaffa, shops of waste and motorcycle alternate. The old city and its blend of Arab, Christian and English culture, The Israeli building rush of the 50s and 60s on top of all that. New projects, for the elite of the Tel Aviv fringe society, apartments in Jerusalem stone, facing the sea, at their foot a promenade stretches with shops and coffeehouses, it is becoming one of the most expensive quarter of Tel Aviv, well... to late to buy an apartment here, dear. The clock-tower, the old Ottoman building of the police station and the sea opens in front of us, the salty smell and breeze tickle the nostrils.
Blue, green and dark blue the sea under the surfs riding the wind and a song, an old song of שׁArik Einstein plays in my head and on my lips.

Taking time and not thinking
Sitting facing the sea and not to worry
Giving the head rest from the explosions
Giving the heart rest from the pressure

I know this is not the time
Actually I ain't ready yet
But the soul wants some rest
Grab air to get back to "reality" (work. in the original version)

Perhaps this is just a little crisis, and it's gone
Or maybe I have become a bit tired

Aa

martedì 6 gennaio 2009

It is just a matter of analogy

If Mexico shelled Texas, like Hamas shells Israel
By Bradley Burston
Tags: Israel News, Israel, Hamas

Analogy One: A fanatical religious party wins a string of elections in Mexico's northern states, then stages a civil war to drive out the federal government and take full control.

The party's charter demands the return to Mexico of the occupied territories of California, Nevada, Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado and Texas.

Firing homemade rockets and more advanced projectiles smuggled in from Iran and China, the party's gunners can hit a total of one of every seven Americans, or 43,598,000 people, in a broad swath which includes Los Angeles, San Diego, Phoenix, Albuquerque, Austin, San Antonio and Houston, and Las Vegas.
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In all of these areas, pre-schools, grade schools, and universities are all forced to shut down. Families sleep in bomb shelters, and return to them several times a day during air raids. Businesses are shuttered, and the economy shuts down.

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Analogy Two: A man comes into your home. He has a gun he made himself. He points it at your family. He fires, but misses. The gun has little accuracy. He fires repeatedly, missing again and again.

You have a much better gun, made in a real factory. It is in the drawer in the bedroom.

Demonstrators in London and San Francisco - who are distant relatives of the gunman - stage a protest, calling you a murderer and demanding that you keep the well-made gun in the drawer because it would be a disproportionate response.

The man with the homemade gun, it turns out, is a religious fanatic who lives across the street. You were once his landlord. There is much bad blood between you.

He races back across the street. He has a larger weapon that he smuggled in through his basement. He shoots from behind his younger son. He wounds your daughter. You take out a rifle. You aim for him and hit the son, killing the boy.

The demonstrators are now calling you a Nazi and chant "Slaughter the Landlord!"

[In his defense, the neighbor explains that you have kept him and his family locked in the house, and have at times, failed to pay his water, gas and electric bills, causing them to be turned off.

This is some years after the neighbor send out his older son, nicely dressed, to knock on your door. Your older daughter opens the door. He greet her politely, and presses the detonator on a homemade bomb.]

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And finally a word about...

Analogy Three: Gaza as the Warsaw Ghetto

Jew-haters the world over adore this one. It solves a number of problems at once:

It denies and diminishes and exploits the Holocaust, does disrespect to Holocaust victims and survivors alike, alleviates European guilt over complicity with the Nazis, alleviates American guilt over inaction in the face of the annihilation machine, misrepresents both the cruel reality of the Gaza Strip and the cruel reality of the ghetto, dismisses the humanity and the vulnerability of the million Israeli Jews and Arabs within rocket range, and ignores completely the role of Hamas, the Islamic Jihad, the Popular Resistance Committees, and the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Brigades, in having sent thousands and thousands and thousands of rockets and mortars into Israel.

As a bonus, pro-Palestinian demonstrators in San Francisco [where else?], referencing the the Warsaw Ghetto analogy, recently beat up a small number of pro-Israel demonstrators, reportedly shouting "Slaughter the Jew" at them in Arabic.

Way to bring peace.