Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Ten Days in Brexitland




London: Brexit for ever and ever? 

Landing at Luton airport felt like falling from the skies slap-bang into the middle of a post-no-deal-Brexit worst case scenario.

On the runway a metallic voice on the PA told us that Luton airport was in the midst of an emergency and that disruptions were to be expected. Power lines had been cut all over the country and unusually heavy rain had penetrated the airport’s roof, flooding the floor below. Delays were to be expected. We were 9th in the line of waiting planes .

After finally disembarking, we shuffled, in an endless crush, for our passports to be stamped by overwhelmed immigration officials.  All in all it was a dramatic entry to the UK: disintegrating infrastructure, bureaucratic muddles and climate change shocks all rolled into one.

That initial impression was quickly dispelled as we wandered around the streets of London.  With the prospect of crashing out of the EU without a deal looking ever more likely, Brits may be deeply divided, confused and even desperate as the October 31 deadline for Brexit looms; but there’s little sign of any of this in London’s bustling streets.


Portobello Road antique market
I had heard that, fearing food shortages, citizens were stockpiling food but as we lost ourselves along the aisles of a major Waitrose supermarket, our provincial eyes dazzled by the tasteful superabundance, the idea of stockpiling seemed laughable.  Nevertheless, according to one report

“Britons have spent £4bn stockpiling goods in preparation for a possible no-deal Brexit . One in five people are already hoarding food, drinks and medicine, spending an extra £380 each, according to a survey by the finance provider Premium Credit. The survey found that about 800,000 people have spent more than £1,000 building up stockpiles before the 31 October Brexit deadline.”

Could this relative trickle turn into a tsunami of stockpiling? It could, according to Amatey Doku, former vice-president of higher education, National Union of Students. Asked “the big Brexit question – where will we be by the end of the year?“ by the Observer, she said:

“No deal will be felt much sooner than we expect. If it is averted, it is likely that it won’t be until the last minute. By that point consumers will go into a panic and start stockpiling food…I think the UK will see the biggest demonstrations in its history […]” 

Where will the UK be this time next year?

Meanwhile, ahead of the reopening of parliament in early September and with PM Boris Johnson’s majority hanging by a thread, reports emerged from Westminster, of a so-called “rebel alliance” to force him to at least delay leading the UK off a cliff. A Tory minister trying to coordinate these efforts noted that this “unholy coalition” consisted of members from, “moderate Labour, Labour frontbench, Lib Dems, Scottish Nationalists, minor parties, independents and moderate Tories. It’s difficult.”
And there I was thinking that Israeli politics was fragmented.

One of political scenarios the rebels are considering involves a “breach of convention” in which backbenchers would “seize the parliamentary timetable” and pass their own laws, independently of the government (!!). Whether or not this comes to pass, the very mention of such an unprecedented step is an indication of the depth of this great rift in British politics.

On this trip, prices in London were suddenly cheap. With sterling having fallen against the shekel, food, theatre tickets, clothes were all relatively inexpensive. We were able to enjoy some excellent theatre and music in London for significantly less while the Brits travelling abroad are already paying significantly more for their euros or dollars.

Hanging by a thread. The Bridge Theatre's amazing production of A Midsummer Night's Dream

No-one knows how all this is going to end. Worse still, it may never end at all. As Jonathan Freedland explained in the Guardian in a piece subtitled, ‘this nightmare will go on forever: “Unless we call the whole thing off, this is our future: leave v remain, remain v leave, Brexit for ever and ever.

Ireland: Green fields, dread and hurling.

Can there be a friendlier people than the Irish? In Israel, people pass each other in the street with, at best, an air of indifference. In Ireland, people will greet you from the other side of the street with a friendly wave. Everyone seemed more than happy to chat, to help, to share a joke.

It rained every day. But between the showers came sudden bursts of sunshine.  We drove (on the left) along shady single lane country roads of  County alway, entranced as the clouds scudded over fields and forests succored by abundant rainfall into endless shades of green. The rolling hills were studded with contented sheep and cows grazing in the open pasture and all seemed well with the world.



Along the way were neat villages with many well-kept modern houses, some of them quite grand with expensive cars parked in the drive. Even in this rural area it was clear that Ireland (termed the “Celtic Tiger” in the late 1990s –late 2000s boom years) has come a long way since the 1960s, when, we were told, many homes lacked electricity or running water.  The Irish economy is still relatively strong (4% growth this year, a predicted 2.7% for next) but given its close trading ties with Northern Ireland and the UK, economists are warning that a no deal Brexit could radically change the picture.

Meanwhile, on the tranquil banks of Loch Derg, more important matters were at hand. The neighbors of our gracious hostess, tethering their fishing boat to the jetty, offered us two freshly caught pike for supper.  How could we refuse?

Loch Derg

The City of Galway was lively and charming. The Atlantic coast was dramatic and squally and if you ever find yourself in the lovely village of Terryglass in County Tipperary, Paddy’s is a must.



It was only while listening to the radio on the road back to Dublin that the Brexit drama raised its ugly head again. The (Irish) Sunday Times had obtained a full copy of the UK’s classified “Yellowhammer” report on the expected outcome of a no-deal Brexit. Among other disastrous predictions this included [an expected] “return to a hard border in Ireland as current plans to avoid widespread checks will prove “unsustainable”: this may spark protests, road blockages and “direct action”.

"Direct action" sounded ominous. A return to a hard border between the Republic of Ireland (Eire) and Northern Ireland is dreaded on both sides.  A poll found that most people in Northern Ireland would prefer a regulatory border between Northern Ireland and Britain rather than a border between the two parts of Ireland. 

Thanks to the 1998 Good Friday agreement the population of the two Irelands, particularly the nationalist Catholics, have been traveling and trading freely across the border. A hard border would not only seriously complicate trade, it could also lead to violence. Our Dublin taxi driver told us that some nationalists had already planted a “warning bomb” some weeks earlier. 

Ireland has a long and bloody history but this short film might help to explain why the question of what happens at the border is so crucial. 

Border flare-ups are not the only concern, the economic implications are no less daunting. According to the Irish Independent, ministers fear that the country will be plunged into a ‘major national emergency’ in a no-deal Brexit. One editorial referred to Ireland as a “tethered sacrificial lamb on the battlefield, as our nearest ‘neighbor’ goes to war with the EU,” and bemoaned the country’s lack of preparation for the worst. 

Dublin on Sunday evening was buzzing but, unlike London, not cheap. We’d learned that we’d be arriving just in time for the “Irish Superbowl”, the 2019 All-Ireland Senior Hurling Championship Final, a uniquely Irish event. The two sides, Tipperary and Kilkenny, were considered finely matched. In ‘The Bleeding Horse’ (don’t ask) we joined the friendly locals in watching what one of the most exciting sporting events we had ever witnessed. Playing before 85,000 spectators at Dublin’s Croke Park stadium, the two sides swerved, crashed, passed and dribbled non-stop, while balancing the sliotar (ball) on their hurls (bats) before aiming for a goal. 



What a game, and it’s an amateur sport too. (for hurling see here).

A triumphant Tipperary defeated Kilkenny by 28-20.

And at least for those riveting 70 minutes, no-one in Ireland was worrying about Brexit.

Monday, July 29, 2019

The “Most Israeli” Song?




       
Kobi Peretz

Messing around on the rooftop the other day while listening to a cultural roundup on the main current affairs radio station, Reshet Bet, I heard a new song by the Mediterranean music  singer Kobi Peretz called “Barukh Hashem”(Thank God). The presenter - Vered Yiftachi-Green - predicted that it was destined to become a “national anthem” and, after the final strains had died away, enthused: “This is the most Israeli song!”

The arrangement had all the elements of big hits in Israel nowadays: low key, minimalist verses accompanied only by Spanish guitar and oud, leading to an earworm chorus over a thumping Reggaeton beat. Yup, I nodded to myself, it’s a hit.

I hadn’t really paid attention to the lyrics, apart from noting that barukh hashem (thank God) featured regularly and that there was a general self-satisfied hakol beseder (everything’s fine) message. But since this was being touted as the quintessential Israel song of the moment, I decided to take a closer look.

Here’s are the lyrics in a rough English translation:

“The wife’s healthy and everything’s cool at work, there’s food on the table and you’re breathing, so say Thank God.
 If you fall out of bed, try to fall on the right side and believe that everything’s all right and that you’ve been given everything and even if you fell on your face, it left no marks .

You no longer have a reason to run away, sing with me with all your might, take the time to forgive yourself man, Thank God, everything is all right.

For as long as we’re here, if there’s no wine we’ll toast with water, we’ll say Amen, with children on our knees, I haven’t slept for two months, Thank God

So what if you got confused, it happens to all of us in life, so believe, it’s written in the Book.
… You have a million reasons to be happy
 You are everything my brother, you are the force, what a world, you are allowed to yell out man, Thank God, everything’s all right. “

So….the person addressed in the song is a man who has made some sort of mistake, apparently a serious one, since he’s taken a fall and needs time to “forgive” himself. The stress is here is definitely on self-forgiveness and not, for example, on repentance (“so what if you got confused, it happens to all of us”). And, after all, he has a lot to be thankful for, so Thank God.

In the clip, Kobi in trademark bleached hair,wears a virgin-white T-shirt and just to make sure that everyone gets the message, the lyrics appear in sync with the music.

Something about the lyrics needled me. I started to harbor suspicions about Kobi Peretz’s friend (“my brother”). What had he done that now needed to be forgiven and why was Kobi so keen - with the help of God, a healthy wife and a baby - to absolve him?  

Kobi Peretz’s Hebrew Wikipedia entry provided the answer. In March 2015 (after rejecting a plea bargain which would have avoided a prison sentence) he was convicted for tax evasion of 5 million shekels (and more) and sentenced to two years in prison. This was later reduced to 18 months and he was released in July 2018.

Of course, now I dimly remembered the headlines and the heavy hints in the lyrics fell into place. Kobi’s “brother” is none other than Kobi himself and his plea for forgiveness is part of his campaign for public rehabilitation. Kobi Peretz was once one of Israel’s leading Mediterranean music stars with a string of platinum and gold records and sold out shows. But in 2010, his legal troubles surfaced and were compounded by a series of dodgy decisions. His career took a dive and then came the prison sentence.

But he’s still a big star and his slick rehabilitation machine is working overtime. The first song he released after himself being released - “Toda Lakh Mami” (Thank you Mami) - has been watched over 6 million times on you tube. Will “Barukh Hashem” be the key to his return to the very top? I wouldn’t be surprised.

Many Israelis have always considered corruption to be normative but with the September 17 general election on the horizon, the country's various tribes are in an especially forgiving mood in which shortcomings are overlooked and exoneration granted to dubious politicians whose parties they support.

Public response to PM Netanyahu’s multiple corruption charges is a good case in point. While their exposure and his response (attacks against the media, the legal system and the police) has severely alienated his center-left-secular political rivals, his supporters on the traditional-religious-right show few signs, if any, of wanting to ditch him. In fact, as in the previous elections, the only real topic is how to react to Netanyahu's behavior: kick him out, or look the other way and forgive him.

And in the  liberal-left camp, Meretz was in a forgiving mood when it held its collective nose and joined forces with former PM Ehud Barak presently under a cloud of suspicion concerning his connections with pedophile businessman Jeffrey Epstein. “The minute he told me he had cut off all contacts with this person, the road to cooperation was opened,” newly appointed Meretz leader Nitzan Horowitz told Israel Radio. ”[…] I prefer to look at the advantages and benefits that this connection brings us.”

As for me, at first I took offence at Vered Yiftachi-Green for characterizing the catchy but deeply cynical ‘Barukh Hashem’ as “the most Israeli” song”.

But sadly, having given the matter some thought, I guess I have to agree.




Tuesday, July 9, 2019

What happened to Richard Zimler?



    A few weeks ago a friend lent me a copy of the 'The Last Kabbalist of Lisbon' by the Portugal-based Jewish-American author Richard Zimler. Historical murder mysteries are not my literary cup of tea but it was hard not to be affected by the backdrop: the harrowing descriptions of the Lisbon massacre of 'New Christians' in 1506 and the vivid portraits of these forced Jewish converts to Christianity who continued to practice their Judaism in secret under mortal risk.  On its final page, the kabbalist hero Berakiah Zarco, having finally escaped to Istanbul, warns his Jewish brethren in prophetic mode: "Cast out Christian Europe from your heart and never look back!" The book was a bestseller in 1998 and won numerous awards.

Strangely enough I came across Zimler's name again only a few days ago in a news item. Zimler claims that, while promoting his new book "The Gospel According to Lazarus", his publicist, 'John', told him that he had been turned down by two,"cultural organizations that had previously shown enthusiasm for holding an event with me." "They asked me if you were Jewish," 'John' told Zimler, "and the moment I said you were, they lost all interest. They even stopped replying to my emails and returning my phone messages." In later conversations with the event organizers, 'John' was convinced that they were not personally antisemitic, "but they feared a backlash - protests by their members and others - if they extended an invitation to a Jewish writer."

In an article in the Guardian, Zimler wrote, unsurprisingly, that he was: "deeply shocked and upset... It made Britain seem like a place I didn't know and maybe never knew...The situation seemed particularly ironic because I have long endeavoured in my novels to give voice to people who have been systematically silenced by prejudice and bigotry."

Several questions regarding this story remain open. To protect those concerned, Zimler refuses to divulge either the identities of the cultural organizations who allegedly rejected him or the real name of his publicist friend 'John'.  And if Zimler is right  and the present political climate in the UK (at least in literary circles)  has indeed created a "chilling effect" on event organizers when it comes to inviting Jewish authors, then from where was the "backlash" going to come? Militant Labourite anti-Zionists? BDS activists? Palestinians? Not clear. And how come it hasn't yet had an effect on the Jewish authors who (my London contacts assure me) are still still regularly appearing before audiences across the country.

At the same time, it seems far-fetched that Zimler would fabricate the story. He was at pains to point out that he has no connection to Israel whatsoever. He doesn't seem the type to launch a witch hunt against anti-semites and the Observer gave his new book a glowing review; so it's hard to point to an ulterior motive. And perhaps we should also take him at his word when he says that he "never knew" Britain.

In the Britain I knew, throughout  my youth and student years, anti-semitism seemed to be ubiquitous. There was no official discrimination but anti-semitism was still woven into the culture. I was subjected at one point or another to the whole gamut,  from jokes and insinuations through scorn and ostracization to actual physical assault.  Equally upsetting was the experience of meeting a new person and agonizing over when (if at all) to 'admit' my Jewishness. Would he/she still find me worthy or would his/her face twist in an effort to avoid disgust?

Most non Jews were not anti-semitic and I had many non Jewish friends but the thought of having to regularly contend with boorish anti-semitism for the rest of my life was sufficient to convince me to move to Israel.  At the time, "making aliya"  was considered by many British Jews to be an act of almost heroic proportions, but I always thought that the real Jewish heros were those who stayed on to face the anti-semites.

Fast forward almost 50 years. Surely my past experiences have long been superceded by a new, more tolerant reality. People have evolved, we're all surely aware by now of the need to embrace "the other". Actual outcome:  in 2018 there was a record breaking number of antisemitic incidents in the UK for the third consecutive year. Over 100 per month.


    What a contrast then to discover that Germany was taking robust steps to tackle antisemitism, although some would argue, not the right kind of "anti-semitism" and not for the right reasons. 

In May, a no doubt well-intentioned Bundestag overwhelmingly  passed a resolution  (non-binding) titled "Resisting the BDS movement decisively - fighting anti-semitism." It states that "the argumentation patterns and methods used by the BDS movement are anti-semitic" and that its Don't Buy (from Israel) campaign was reminsicent of the Nazi era "Judenboykott".

The only party to abstain was the far-right Alternative for Germany (AfD). Obviously because being far-right they would naturally tend to be anti-semitic and therefore pro BDS, right? Wrong! The AfD had submitted their own motion calling for a total ban on BDS in Germany.  Yes, it's a topsy-turvy world out there in antisemitism politics nowadays and it makes for strange bedfellows.

Naturally, official Israel, from Netanyahu down, was quick to congratulate the Bundestag for taking, "an important step in the war against the boycott and the new anti-semitism."  But there was also a barrage of criticism from left-leaning Jewish intellectuals, 240 of whom signed a petition calling on the German government not to adopt the motion and asserting that,"boycotts are a legitimate nonviolent tool of resistance".  The controversy spread. After Peter Schafer, the respected director of Berlin's Jewish Museum, endorsed the petition, there was a public outcry and he was forced to resign.

Pitching in from Israel, Meretz Knesset member Michal Rozin wrote to German lawmakers that the legislation was, "disturbing and destructive for the possibility of peace here on the ground" The main concern, she wrote, should be the scenario of annexation , "not the campaign of the Israeli government  against the BDS movement which distracts from this grim reality."

Or, as Prof. Daniel Blatman Israeli historian and chief historian of the Warsaw Ghetto Museum put it in Haaretz , we are the midst of a "historical revolution in the undertsanding of anti-semitism: No longer do anti-semitic Germans define who is a Jew that must be ostracised from society, but rather certain Jews define who is an anti-Semite or who is a philo-Semite and the Germans adopt their view." This, he argued, was  case of, "functional anti-semitism" that defines Jews and non-Jews alike based on an array of specifications and traits that suits Israel's current nationalism."

In the Richard Zimler story, assuming it's true, the presumption of a fierce anti-semitic response to his invitation  led to a cowardly decision by non-antisemites to bow to the power of an assumed anti-semitic mob and to boycott a Jewish writer, unconnected to Israel, merely on the basis of his ethnicity. The damage to Zimler himself is slight, and the jury is still out on whether his case  represents a trend or was just some weird aberration. It must nevertheless add another wrinkle of concern to British Jews, already appalled by the inability of the Labour Party to deal with antisemitism within its ranks and wondering what the future might hold.

In Germany, a cocktail of residual Holocaust guilt mixed with Israeli diplomatic pressure, produced a resolution that places restrictions on freedom of speech and places the definition of who is an anti-semite solely in the hands of Israel's government and its allies. What is certain is that in the international antisemitism games, Israeli political interests play a key role.

In return for the support of populist leaders in Hungary and Poland who drive a useful wedge into the EU's positions on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Netanyahu is prepared to turn a blind eye to what some are calling the "distortion of antisemitism" in those countries. Similarly, the Bundestag resolution has much more more to do with the future of "Judea and Samaria" than the fight against anti-semitism in Germany. In that sense it is hardly less depressing than what happened to Richard Zimler.








Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Why annexation is a big deal


This is B'tselem's map of Area C  (in red),  the figures might no longer be accurate. 



I made a silent vow that this renewed phase of Tel Aviv Rooftop would keep politics to the absolute minimum. I'm breaking it so soon because annexation is in the air. And annexation is a big deal. 

The annexation in question is that of Area C of the West Bank, which the Oslo accords placed under full Israeli military and civil control but which international law deems "occupied territory". Area C comprises 62% of the land, all of the Israeli settlements and, depending on who you ask, between 80,000 and almost 300,000 Palestinians.  Placing Area C under Israeli sovereignty would leave almost 3 million additional West Bank Palestinians stranded in Areas A and B  - an archipelago of disconnected towns and villages.  Israel might offer the Palestinian Authority a kind of Bantustan 'autonomy' in these islands but, even in the extremely unlikely event that they would accept it, the annexation of Area C would undoubtedly mean the end of the "two state solution", the end of the Palestinian ambitions for their own state and the end of Israel as we know it. 

The argument that under a so-called "one state solution" Israel would be neither democractic nor Jewish has been repeated endlessly.  Netanyahu himself has stated that he is against Israel becoming "bi-national" (a euphemism for one state). But what might that mean in practice?

Imagine this situation: Some four million Palestinians (West Bank + "Israeli Arabs") are irrevocably under Israeli control with no hope of self-determination.  Greater Israel comprises almost as many Palestinians as Jews. In a dramatic meeting, the Palestinian Authority disbands itself. Both sides have thrown the Oslo Accords into the garbage heap of history. Israeli troops are now patrolling the major Palestinian cities, where there is ongoing unrest and daily violence. Areas A and B are being administered by Israeli government officials and the salaries of West Bank Palestinian doctors, nurses, teachers and civil servants are now being paid by the Israeli treasury. The Muqata'a in Ramallah, the former headquarters of Palestinian 'President' Mahmoud Abbas, is now staffed by soldiers from the IDF's Central Command. Rightist dreams that the WB Palestinians will be granted political rights by Jordan have been dismissed out of hand by King Abdullah. Israel is fending off a barrage of external condemnations and boycotts (Trump excluded) while internal polarization has never been greater. "One person one vote for Palestinians" has become a rallying cry throughout the world; many Palestinians join the call, others join Hamas.  Manifestations of antisemitism in Europe and the US have snowballed. The stream of liberal Israelis to safer shores swells to an exodus. I could go on ...

The ravings of a disgruntled, self-hating leftie?  Really?  For what, if not such nightmare scenarios, have persuaded successive Israeli  governments to resist appeals by the zealots to apply sovereignty to 'Judea and Samaria' since 1967? Yes, Israel annexed Jerusalem and the Golan Heights, but taking the West Bank would be biting off more than it can chew. 

So, anti-Zionists everywhere take heart. If Israel starts annexing chunks of Area C, your day will soon be coming. The country that once claimed to be 'Jewish and democratic ' will suddenly, irrevocably be neither. And, incredibly, all this will accomplished by it's own hand, by "the most right wing Israeli government ever". Together with your most loyal allies, the jubilant Jewish settler lobby, you will emerge victorious.

But what are the real chances of annexation happening?

Well, at least superficially, The signs are all around us. The pressure to annex Area C  has gradually moved from the parties on  the messianic religious right (e.g. Jewish Home) to an ever more militant and religious Likud. On Netanyahu's watch, Likudniks with liberal values (Beni Begin, Rubi Rivlin, Dan Meridor) have been replaced with a young guard of militants which seems to be losing patience with the unresolved status quo in "Judea and Samaria". With some half a million Israelis now living over the Green Line the notion that settlers should be subject to special rules, or international interference,  is to them, anathema. "We win elections," they grumble, "but we don't rule." 

 Moreover, the idea is gaining traction with the general public. A recent Haaretz poll found that 42% of the Israeli public favored some form of annexation (11% full annexation with political rights for Palestinians; 16% full annexation with no political right and 15% "just" area C). Only 28% were opposed to any annexation and 30% didn't know. 

And then, Bibi himself, three days before the April 9 general election, stated baldly  "
Yes. I will extend sovereignty but I don't distinguish between the settlement blocs and the isolated ones, because each settlement is Israeli and I will not hand it over to Palestinian sovereignty." True, given the timing, this was a transparent bid to siphon off votes from his more militant right wing coalition partners, but once on the record it becomes hard to shake off. 

Now comes the statement (June 9, New York Times) by Trump's pro-settlement ambassador to Israel, David Friedman, 
“Under certain circumstances, I think Israel has the right to retain some, but unlikely all, of the West Bank.” 

In Israel, (and around the world) this was generally understood as Friedman preparing the ground for eventual recognition of annexation. And why not, given Trump's track record  - recognition of Israeli sovereignty over the Golan Heights in March this year and of Jerusalem as Israel's capital in 2017.  It's little wonder that the Palestinians, furious with the Trump administration, are redoubling their efforts not to cooperate with his limping 'Deal of the Century'. 

Some, however, have noted a discrepancy between the "Friedman backs annexation!" headlines and what he actually said. While Netanyahu used the words "extend sovereignty," a phrase indistinguishable from annexation, Friedman used the more diplomatic, "retain" and would not "prejudge" how the US might respond to a unilateral annexation move. 

Meanwhile, exhausted by the recent last elections, held hostage by its prime minister in the sacred cause of keeping him out of jail on corruption charges, Israel is again heading for new elections in September. When the results are in, Avigdor Liberman (Yisrael Beitenu)  could well hold the keys to Bibi's next coalition yet again. Knowing that, will Netanyahu use the annexation card to siphon off votes from his rival and prop up his fragile regime? You can put money on it. 

If you are a person who wants Israel to maintain its Jewish majority and if it matters to you that Israel remains a democracy, you would want to 
avoid the annexation of Area and C at almost any price and this indeed is what Israel has done up until now. Moreover, no-one is marching in the streets for annexation and 'Let's Annex' flags are not hanging from Israeli balconies. It's not going to happen very soon. It could happen gradually and not in one fell swoop. But for as long as the right-religious camp remains in power in Israel and for as long as Trump remains in power in the US, it will be the threat of annexation - not Iran, not Hezbollah, not Hamas - that will be the biggest threat to Israel's existence. 






Sunday, June 2, 2019

Re-Remembering David Crosby






              We recently saw the film David Crosby: Remember My Name at the Tel Aviv Cinematheque and as I write, I’m listening to his hauntingly beautiful music on Spotify. Sitting close to us in the audience was the multitalented American-Israeli guitarist/songwriter Danny Sanderson (Kaveret, Gazoz etc.)  and next to him, wearting sunglasses, was the actress Anat Atzmon, perhaps the sex symbol of Ashkenazi 1970s Israel (Dizengoff 99). But times have changed and Anat is currently appearing in the Yiddishspiel Theater production of Bistu Shein – a “sweeping musical drama interlaced with the best hits of the Barry Sisters.” Danny has also mellowed with the years. He recently played his classic hits with the Israel Philharmonic. Danny and Anat, like much of the audience, like us, were over 60 and looking it. 

             Soon, we all plunged together with the white-maned Crosby- surprised as anyone to still be alive – through his glorious, tragic, manic life. Completely candid, Crosby was clearly in the mood to repent and used the film as his confession box. Sorrowfully, he mentioned that none of the major artists he had worked with (e.g Neil Young, Roger McGuinn, Graham Nash, Steven Stills) would talk to him today. Amazingly he can still hit the top notes like no other and is performing a recording with cool young artists less than half his age.

             When the lights went up the audience applauded, weakly. I wondered how many of them felt any real connection to his story of rebellion, rock’n’roll and self-abuse set against turbulent America in the ‘60s and ‘70s. Beyond the fringes of the Israeli left and the Tel Aviv bohema, that brand of smash -the-system-and-let’s-get-stoned counter culture  never really caught on in an Israel already high from winning the Six Day War. Legend has it that in the early 1960s, Golda Meir prevented the Beatles from performing in Israel since she was afraid that would “corrupt the youth.”

             I only came across Crosby myself (as well as CNY and CSNY) after I arrived in Israel in 1972. Teach Your Children, Helpless, Our House could be heard wafting over many a kibbutz swimming pool from a cassette tape imported by a long haired American volunteer. Of course, I knew Graham Nash, Crosby’s partner in sublime harmony, from the British pop group, the Hollies.

             Later I would play Crosby’s first solo album If I Could Only Remember My Name over and over in the echoing space of our living room in Baka’a in Jerusalem, the glorious harmonies rising to the tall ceiling along with the hash smoke. The album would then be replaced with the other LPs in a long wooden ammunition box I had lugged home from the army. That’s how it is in Israel: the liberal, freedom-seeking culture of the west smacks up against the local reality. An uncomfortable co-existence.

             To this day, although almost bald, I sometimes involuntarily belt out the first few dramatic bars of “Almost Cut My Hair”.

             Playing guitar in an open tunings is always a joy. Apart from creating a pleasant drone, open tunings seem to change the whole playing environment, encouraging you to seek out undiscovered new chords. Crosby has his own open tuning – EBDGAD. Play that open chord and you are instantly transported to Crosby mode. I happened to discover this tuning a few months ago and after a few days of playing around with it wrote and recorded an instrumental that I named Crosby.

             Thanks to Wetransfer I sent my recording to Itai Kriss in New York who added a flute part that I think Crosby would approve of.
         








Sunday, May 5, 2013

Metamorphosis


Florentin is in metamorphosis. Ramshackle constructions are rapidly giving way  to new building projects that are springing up everywhere. Here the stylish, Bauhaus inspired residential project designed by Ilan Pivco rises above Florentin's  makeshift sheds. 



The street artists are still running wild for now but, as the building cranes approach, like endangered species may soon have to find richer hunting grounds.



These industrial alleyways populated by metal shops, carpenters, students and artists won't be here for much longer.



But two young architects bought an old store, in a street much like the one above, renovated it, designed it to collect as much light as possible and have transformed it into a flat and studio. Their 
block is slated for demolition but meanwhile...





Spotted in a design studio we visited on' Open Houses' weekend. Tel Aviv separates itself from the rest of the country: a scenario that many would say has already taken place.  





Back to Florentin for some more street art....







A detail of  ceiling in Neve Shechter , a recently opened religious/cultural centre. The wall paintings were part of the original Templar design. Later the building was  called Cafe Lawrence and was used as a cinema for  British soldiers.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Some new pics



Tel Aviv's not Paris but sometimes it can be romantic.    




Street artist Rami Hameiri's studio on Hayarkon.




An eye grabbing creation of his a few steps up the road with one of the new hotels that are springing up on the sea front in the background. Probably won't be long before Rami's place will be swallowed up by a new building too.


Dalia's Hats on Nahalat Binyamin. From another time but still open for business.



In the winter the beach expands.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Recent images


Graffiti, Yehuda Halevy corner Allenby. Click and you'll see that the part of his blanket is painted over newspaper  



Some images snapped, mainly by phone, in the past few weeks. 




David Ben Gurion reading the Declaration of Independence, a detail from a mosaic created by Nahum Gutman  the quintessential Tel Aviv artist. It comes from the mosaic sculpture below that has recently been placed between office buildings at the very beginning of Rothschild Boulevard.  A few yards away, work is progressing (slowly) on a massive underground parking lot. When it's finished it will be covered and turned into a piazza.     



Here's the entire piece, which as a sculpture is, well, ugly. Which is why Tel Avivians never really took to it. For years it was situated on Bialik Street (for my money, the prettiest street in Tel Aviv). If you click on the link above you'll see a photo of it on Bialik. A few years ago Bialik was renovated and the municipality exploited the occasion to replace Gutman's mosaic with a round pond with water lilies that is much more popular. The sculpture was placed in storage to be reassembled years later (without  fanfare) in its new location. 



A corner of the Central Bus Station. 

A false hunt for an exhibition on a Saturday evening took us to Tel Aviv's  Central Bus Station . This gargantuan monstrosity, which took over twenty years to build, and contains  a thousand shops and restaurants, was for a few years the biggest bus station in the world (!).  Nowadays is now surrounded by neighbourhoods that are now populated  almost entirely by migrant workers . A few steps away from Jewish-Arab Tel Aviv -Yaffo  you  enter a third world more reminiscent of  Cairo or Delhi. The big poster on the top left advertising Western Union carries a message in  which the first two words are Walang Palya. 



An attempt to cheer the place up 


A sculpture by Ofra Zimbalista climbing up the wall of Beit Haomanim (Artists House) in north Tel Aviv 





At 10 Mazeh Steet an old eclectic style building from the 1920s (complete with tower and turrets. colonnades and romantic balconies) which stood forlorn and deserted for years, has been rescued  and integrated  into a new residential building. 

One thing I didn't come across in the past few weeks is thousands of election campaign posters defacing walls and peeling off noticeboards in the rain. The elections weren't very inspiring but at least most of the campaigning is now done on the Net.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Acco


On New Year's Eve we took the train up to Acco (Acre) to wander around the old city and eat some fish., Despite being steeped in history and rich in architectural treasures, Acco has never taken off a major tourist resort. And there lies its sleepy, run down charm.





In the moat, part of the impressive Crusader fortifications, someone found a useful way to utilize wasted space. 



A courtyard  




Acco, in today's Israel is best known for its humous humous joints and its annual alternative theatre festival but it's also a  treat to wander through its authentic shuk whose wares are aimed at local tastes.


The  Khan  El Omdan  (Khan of the Columns) was once an important trading post but has become so run down that  entry is limited to the entrance where a man sits selling fresh pomegranate juice. The Khan is crying out for preservation (and a business plan).


Here and there, traces of a vanished magnificence.



Hamudi's spice and coffee shop in the shuq. Business has been slow since the war in Gaza. A lot of cancellations, he told us over a Turkish coffee on the house.  

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Optimists in Habima Square



I It was a bright and sunny Shabbat and we decided to ride our bikes up to Beit HaOmanim -the Artists House in north Tel Aviv. In Kikar Habima (Habima Square) at the end of Rothschild Boulevard we came across this scene.



Sitting around a table, placed in the sandpit of the sunken garden, were a group of Israelis (on the left) and Palestinians (on the right). Armed with a microphone some bottled water and notepaper they seemed to be debating the finer points of final Israeli-Palestinian peace settlement. Around them, children ran between the flower beds, owners played ball with their dogs. A few interested spectators listened from the deck terraces.As usual, the Israels were casually dressed while the Palestinians were dressed formally. There were no signs of informational material.  



It was interesting that the Israeli side was not entirely composed of classic left wingers as is normally the case in peace encounters. One of them, in the centre of the picture, was wearing a big white kippa and a shanti-settler style shirt. He  also seemed to be representing settler concerns on the panel. From the context, I assumed that they had reached  the point where they were discussing the land rights of settlers who chose to remain in Palestine under Palestinian sovereignty.
"And what if I want to sell my house?" asked the bearded man in the kippa.
"Why not," answered one of the Palestinians. "You can buy and sell to whoever you please."
"And what if I get together 30 young families and we want to do a building project in Beit Lehem ?
"I don't see any reason...." mumbled the Palestinian.
"But first give us '67," interjected another Palestinian.
"What do you mean by 'first'?" added one of the Israelis, "Is this a two stage process?"
And so it went.

Two thoughts ran through my mind. The first was the heartwarming thought that here were a group of committed activists from both sides trying to thrash out mutual problems through debate: and in public no less. They were willing to listen, if not always to agree. The municipality had (presumably) sanctioned the event and as such, it was the sort of commendable democratic practice that could only happen in Tel Aviv (or maybe Haifa). The second was, 'These people are living in La La Land'. (Without going into all the details) the future looks bleak for a negotiated settlement and most Israelis and Palestinians, for different reasons, have lost  faith  in the idea. These might be people of good will but they were rehearsing for a play that was unlikely to be staged,      



Kikar Habima taken from a different angle and in a different season. A picture postcard of a place.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Day 5 of Gaza campaign. Some notes from the Rooftop

Wake up, check the news. On Day 5 it seems as though ceasefire talks are underway. French foreign minister flying in. Hamas reps talking to the Egyptians in Cairo. Quiet night in the south and no  missiles shot down over Tel Aviv since yesterday morning. On the other hand, tens of thousands of reservists called up with the army preparing itself for a possible ground incursion. Tanks and artillery lined up to go in. Israel, like Hamas with its missiles aimed at symbolic Tel Aviv, upping the ante to deter the other side and/ improve its own starting point for setting cease-fire terms. General impression : Israel doesn't want to send in ground troops but will do if Hamas halts its fire. Hamas wouldn't mind a cease-fire but needs this round to end in a victory so demanding its own terms (opening of Rafah crossing, halt to targeted assassinations). Thankfully drink coffee. Make fruit salad, feeling uncomfortable positioned between a ceasefire and a serious escalation, 

Go for a walk. Glorious weather. Decide not to take any form of communication with me so as to be liberated from the news for 45 minutes. Through the quaint alleyways of Neve Tzedek to the beach. Sea as flat as a plate. Sand sparkles in the morning sunlight. A few swimmers, joggers and cyclists. Back home, switch on radio. Earnest conversation with expert on the amazing success rate of Iron Dome rocket interception system suddenly interrupted by a calm but insistent voice: "Colour Red siren in the Ashkelon Beach Regional Council"; the signal for everyone in that area to scramble for the shelters. An actress selling accident insurance to the over 50s  punctuated by "Colour Red alert in Ashdod, Colour Red alert in Ashdod." Appears that the talks aren't going so well, or perhaps that these are their final salvos aimed at justifying a declaration of victory before the cease fire kicks in? Take a shower. Start worrying about a ground incursion. Tying up my shoes before going out,  I hear the siren go off outside. Chain reaction:
Uncertainty: Is that really a siren?
Fear: A missile could land on my head and kill me!!
Rationalization. After all what are the statistical chances of my specific building being hit?
Irrational Confusion: 'Where the hell did I put the phone? Can't go downstairs without the phone..
Movement
Out of the door and to the landing one floor down which, according to the Home Front Command, is the safest place to be if you live on the third floor of a three floor building and can't otherwise get to the shelter in a minute and a half. Hear the families on the bottom floors entering the shelter which we recently cleared of excess bikes to make room for its original purpose. Think to myself, this is stupid, after all what are the statistical chances of my specific building being hit? Hear very audible BOOM!. Think thank goodness I wisely chose this relatively protected space. See neighbour 'L' slowly opening her door clutching two month old baby girl, both of them bleary eyed ,and slowly descend the steps, . "They seem to time them with her naps," L tells me unhappily, clearly feeling the pressure. "Is it over?" she asks? I tell her it is and we both go back up.  I tell her to tell me if she needs anything. Back in the flat I remember that you're supposed to stay in protected space for 10 minutes after siren. What the hell. 'A' calls. Tells me that someone saw the rocket being intercepted over the sea opposite Yaffo. Radio presenter reminds me and other spoiled residents of central Israel that what we just experienced has been the daily experience of residents of the south for 12 years. I also wonder what it feels like  in Gaza with over a thousand airstrikes in 4 days.

Walk to the post office, shops, forgetting to follow Home Front  instructions to constantly spy out protected spaces should I  be caught short by an incoming missile.  Neighbourhood as usual. People in cafes, girls on bikes, except that an ever higher percentage  are  glued to their phones. Serious cash register problems at Bagir menswear outlet unconnected to Operation Pillar of Defense. Lady at post office especially friendly: perhaps something to do with wartime camaraderie? At the local mini market I ask 'N' the cashier where they run to when the sirens go off. To the ground floor of a building under construction over the road, she says.                                        

Back home, see this:
"The Iron Dome anti-rocket system intercepted two rockets fired at Tel Aviv Sunday morning. A siren sounded in the central city shortly before the interception and an explosion was heard. Hamas's Izzadin Kassam Brigades took responsibility for the launches.Shrapnel from the interception struck a car in the greater Tel Aviv area, setting the vehicle on fire. There were no immediate reports of injury."


The  car hot by shrapnel in Holon from the rocket interception over Tel Aviv. The driver jumped out in time and was saved.  

Start  fretting that these "strategic" attacks on Tel Aviv might push Bibi/Barak into ordering a ground incursion.  See that, according to US officials, "Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu assured US President Barack Obama on Friday that he does not plan to launch a ground operation in the Gaza Strip - unless Hamas escalates its rocket war. Wonder if  those two rockets constitute an escalation? 

Check out the news sites: Rocket seriously wounds man in Sha'ar Hanegev region. Rocket strikes building in Ashkelon : no injuries. Netanyahu: IDF prepared to broaden Gaza operations. IAF strikes launching area of Tel Aviv bound missiles.25 missiles hit Israel throughout the morning. MDA treats 4 injured throughout the morning. 12 for shock.

On TV, another expert is in the middle of a long winded Koranic analogy demonstrating Hamas's  duplicity vis -a- vis the Islamist splinter groups in Gaza when we cut to Ashdod where the sirens a  have been blaring. See pictures of a bombed out living room. Nobody hurt because they were in the stairwell. Turns out that Naftali Bennet, new head of the religious-rightist Jewish Home is also in Ashdod. He wants to stop messing about, send in the army,  topple the Hamas government, reoccupy Gaza and set up an Israeli controlled buffer between Gaza and Egypt to halt the flow of missiles.  A siren goes off behind him. TV announcer says we're halting the interview. Naftali runs for shelter.We see a picture of a deserted square in the middle of Ashdod, sirens wailing. Later local residents emerge, one of them competing with reporter for camera's attention and telling us that she's prepared to stay in the shelters for as long as it takes as long as they let the army do the job and stop the missiles "once and for all. Amen!"  

Radio expert says that the next 24 hours will be "crucial".Tune into Galei Tzahal for news but the army station is broadcasting from the Sapir Regional College near Sderot, a town noted for the disproportionate number of talented musicians as well as the disproportionate number of Qassam rockets it has absorbed.We're hearing an interview with a promising local singer-songwriter about to release his first alum but are interrupted by "Colour Red siren in the Eshkol Regional Council". Sorry, Noam, when did you say the album was coming out?

17.15. By now 70 rockets fired at Israel today, 40 of which intercepted. But no firing for the past 90 minutes. Reports coming in of an entire Gazan family killed. Gazan death toll now 60.  Expert says that following the massive airstrikes of the first few days, Gazans don't know when the next one is coming.  They've stocked up on food and water and are staying indoors. IDF has taken over Hamas radio and TV broadcasting messages to stay away from Hamas firing positions and warning of an impending ground incursion.Not far away, tens of thousands of young soldiers and older reservists are waiting for an order that may or not come. Each of them with a family and friends. Expert 1 says problem is that neither side yet has the "winning picture" that can allow it to halt without losing face. Expert 2 says that a tahadiye/ cease fire agreement has almost been reached but predicted it wouldn't last more than a month or two before unraveling like all the others. Ma shehaya ze ma sheyihyeh. 


What happened in the past, we'll have in the future. 


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