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March 2017
Norman Mailer in Synagogue
The best writer of his generation addresses the pews.

Seeing Shlomo
A bittersweet remembrance of my teacher, Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach

Where There's Smoke
A politically incorrect view of the current rage to ban all smoking everywhere.

Building the House
The contractor -- can't live with him, can't kill him. Or can you?

A Wing and a Prayer
Finding a small homecoming in transit.

Gunning Down the Cockroaches
Roach problem? Just call the expert.

Waiting for Death
Our parents taught us how to live. Their final gift -- showing us how to die.

On the Road
Driving beyond the Green Line prompts a look in the mirror.

Dog Days
Summer ended when they came to kill my dog.

On Guard
Guys like me don't carry guns, right?

Learning to Pray
It's slow and not easy. But that's not all.

Turning 50
Some thoughts on a millstone - uh, make that milestone - birthday.

Outsider Art
Simply the most compelling art exhibit I've ever seen.

Dave van Ronk
A visit to the world of my favorite folk singer.

Remember: "stressed" spelled backwards is "desserts."

New Year’s Celebration
Watching the ball drop slowly in my daughter’s life.

My Father's Blessing
A poignant final moment strengthens my fragile connection to my father.

Going Crazy
Being at war while normal life continues makes life in Israel feel crazy.

Visiting Rose
Old and poor, she's got one hope left: the movie of her life.

Going Crazy
Being at war while normal life continues makes life in Israel feel crazy.

As you might imagine, living in Israel right now feels schizophrenic. We continue with our regular lives - going to work, eating dinner, shopping, praying, catching a movie - and meanwhile, not far away, our soldiers are at war. The newspapers appear, the soccer games go on, people chat over coffee in the cafes, and the war goes on and threatens to get bigger. The most abnormal thing about it may be that one begins to accept it as normal.

For me, the psychic effect from this "low-intensity" war expresses itself as a kind of obsession with the "matzav," the situation. I wait for the news, talk politics too much or pointedly avoid political conversation. I feel like someone driving with the emergency brake partly engaged - something is pulling at me all the time.

At the same time, a sign of the insanity is precisely that so many of us are able to compartmentalize that we're at war. I rationalize that a shooting on the road I never drive has nothing to do with my safety; I lock the threat of violence away in a corner of my mind. But my wife and many others, probably more sanely, are unable to escape the pressure - they feel scared a lot of the time, worried for friends and family, angry at the Palestinians, angry at our own government, gloomy with what the future possibilities are.

In the last month, four Jews have been murdered on the road between Kiryat Arba and Jerusalem. That's the second half of my regular route from the small village I live in, an hour south of the capital. Now I call that road "the short way," as opposed to "the long way," which is inside the Green Line and takes more than two hours. Sometimes my wife and I go one way, sometimes the other, depending on whim, how much time we have, how lucky we feel.

Some weeks ago, a motorist was "moderately" wounded in the leg only three miles north of us, near the next Jewish town, on a peaceful stretch of road we believed completely safe. Is it an obvious mistake to drive in the Territories, even in a rural area close to the Green Line? But the same things happen on roads inside the Green Line, so maybe it's just another shiny fact about the "situation" to file away and hope to forget while going about ordinary life. 

The government of Israel suffers its own kind of schizophrenia. An example at random; During the recent coalition negotiations, the haredi parties, including Shas, refused to enter the government unless guaranteed that yeshiva students wouldn't be drafted. Is it crazy or merely very tasteless, while your country is at war, to be wangling military exemptions for your own children at the expense of forming a government to deal with the crisis? I guess they're compartmentalizing, too.

Last night, my wife invited friends from Jerusalem to spend Shabbat with us. The other wife refused. She said it wasn't because of either danger or the long drive around, but - well, she "didn't want to go into it." That means she won't come because we live a kilometer on the "wrong" side of the Green Line. If, huffily ideological, she's decided the war is our fault or that she compromises herself by visiting us - well, schizophrenia comes in many forms.

She, who won't visit us in the Judean hills, lives, like many of our left-wing Jerusalem friends, in Baka, a lovely neighborhood with narrow side streets and beautiful old Arab houses facing onto gardens. Jews live in those charming houses now because during the War of Independence, the Jews, albeit for good strategic reasons, drove the Arab residents out. My village, on the other hand, stands on land that wasn't taken away from anyone.

It's hard to put all the pieces together. Some Jews in Jerusalem won't go beyond the Green Line. Some Jews in Tel Aviv don't like to go to Jerusalem. And a lot of Jews in America won't go to Israel at all.

Especially now. When there's violence or threat in Israel, the tour guides tell me, American Jews cancel their trips, while American Christians keep coming. It's not so surprising, perhaps. To many Christians, after all, Israel is much more important than it is to a lot of Jews, and their support is unwavering.

Of course, a percentage of them have their own agenda - hurrying the Second Coming and, for some, the conversion of the Jews. I don't mind that, really. The Jews won't convert and the Messiah, when he comes, will turn out to be the Messiah of everyone. Meanwhile, they care deeply about Israel, they want it to prosper and be strong. And they see that biblical prophecies about the ingathering of the exiles and the restoration of the Jewish commonwealth are, after all, coming true.

Maybe not enough Jews believe that any more to keep them coming to the Jewish homeland or keep them committed to strengthening it. In the 1980s (according to an article in Israel Studies, a journal put out by the Ben-Gurion Research Center in the Negev), the United Jewish Appeal in America refused to allocate funds for projects outside the Green Line; around the same time, Christian Friends of Israeli Communities, in Denver, paired 40 churches with "settlements," to offer both financial and moral support.

If the war doesn't do it, that's the kind of upside-down detail that can drive a person nuts.

First published March 2, 2001, in the Los Angeles Jewish Journal.


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The Psychotic Messiah: A Bi-Polar Investigation
It's hard to tell who is crazy, but who is evil is sometimes quite clear.

"Bad News"
Why Israel is losing the media war.

Blacks and Jews: A Silence
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