They have no more faces and names.
Their death is no longer a "wake-up call."
No "default" and no reason to claim responsibility from anyone.
Their death is a "price."
The price of returning to "normalcy," the bloody payment for the right to declare that "we have left the country open without closures."
You could call them "bride victims," if you find a cynical enough publicist.
A thousand dead.
In three months.
In the meantime already more.
Or less.
Depends on who is asking and which count is acceptable to you.
That this is another sign of the spirit of the time: we have stopped counting.
We stopped tracking the numbers.
Gone are the days of collective surveillance of flashes that open in the linguistic formula "the death toll has risen."
It would be too easy, too predictable, to vote for the hypocrisy.
She shouts to herself and there is no need to vote for her.
The victims of the fourth wave did not receive a dramatic cover in the newspaper, no one counted their numbers on billboards, they are not even a alternating line at the bottom of the screen of current affairs programs.
No one goes up to the podium and shouts: "We have a dying people!".
Not even the one who stood and screamed it before.
Especially he.
He is.
Even the debate over their numbers has been pushed into side-by-side Twitter threads: no one is urgent enough to report, and no one is burning to know exactly how many died from the start of the wave, how many died last month, how many died this week.
Some left us until nightfall.
And if their number is already indicated, it is only to compare it to the higher number of victims in the corresponding period last year.
In other words, if they are interesting, it is only when they can be used to do some more politics on the backs of their predecessors.
This is no longer just hypocrisy, this is blood-curdling cynicism.
And that's the deepest thing to understand here: We're in a state of mind Oslo.
They are like victims of peace, though the latter at least received a day of bereavement songs and mourning on the radio after ascending to heaven in a storm of explosive belts.
We have returned, and by and large, to the mentality of "the great goal," or rather of "in the name of the great goal."
Of "sorry for any loss of soul," but do not let it for one moment take your eyes off the target.
And this time, too, it is called "making a brave decision."
We also returned to that macabre and creepy dissonance between a mad reality of bereavement, and tears, and human injuries, and lifelong disability, and an inconceivable emotional burden on daily life and security, emergency and rescue systems - facing a government celebrating victories and media glorifying its successes.
Again this outrageous disconnect between rhetoric and reality, between leadership and territory, between ritual and everyday.
And as then, whoever dares to point it out, whoever just squints in the direction of sticking sticks in the wheels of the cart galloping to the illuminated horizon, is immediately stung like an instigator.
Along with the "bride of death," the mental oppression of free criticism also returns.
There is no such thing as a more legitimate opposition.
Everything is "bibistic incitement", "toxic discourse", everything is "improper politicization".
This is no longer just hypocrisy, this is blood-curdling cynicism.
From the News Company's 'Ulpan Shishi', 17.9,
"On the eve of Yom Kippur, the feed is full of incitement against the prime minister. There is not even a trace of pretending that today is a day of atonement, or perhaps some symbolic reduction of tone. 500 km / h of swallowing," former MK Ayelet Nachmias-Rabin wrote on Twitter on Yom Kippur. Because I respect her, I ask: have we shared the same piece of reality in the last two or three years, in which the home newspaper of Israel's cultural and legal elite seriously toyed with analogies between Netanyahu and Hitler or Ceausescu? We remember who occupied government offices after comparing Netanyahu to Erdogan Did he call his ministers "disgusting gangs" and "shit" and attribute to his supporters the psychosis of cult victims? And demonstrators walked around in a celebrity class with signs "Bibi fuck me and did not ring" ?.
And yes, it is exactly related to the issue we opened: because with the thousand coronation of the first wave, it was possible to create a moral panic and quickly accuse the Israeli government of "failure", and it was also permissible to conduct nasty election propaganda simulating the investigation of That investigation, of that omission, of that war.
None of this was then considered the politicization of death, and nothing was considered poison and incitement.
But when the Hadaria Shmueli family tears the sky with their cries - the discourse police go out to hand out reports to it, and to the people who came to embrace it.
These are the same recurring patterns of institutional and official hypersensitivity to death and bereavement, and hypersensitivity to protest, with the eyes always on the goal: do not let death spoil the big picture;
And sure and sure ask let the bastards raise their heads.
But I think today's bastards are perhaps a bit of a show; That the great panic produced by their style, the urgent need to morally mark them as a great threat to our spiritual wholeness as a society, to make them a good reason for a renewed discussion of state borders and even the establishment of a body that will "include incitement on social networks" or whatever it is - is a projection The psychological stain of the moral stain that clung to us, as a society, in this fourth and damned wave, precisely on the other who rebels against the promiscuous engineering game in our conscientious DNA. The bones of our interior minister, "knowing how to contain the dead."
Because in the end, the Israeli government has forced a moral decision on all of us, the conscientious consequences of which we will have to bear as a heavy burden for the rest of our lives: many have been exposed to the danger of death and may even have died, so as not to offend our illusion of normalcy. So that our comfortable routine of life is not disturbed. And they carried the burden without being recruited, without volunteering, without us even thinking of having a discussion about "carrying the burden." And no, this is not roulette. This was not a death lottery, in which each of us had an equal chance of being abducted and died for the "good of the whole." We put on the line of fire the weak, the debilitated, the vulnerable, the founding generation, and yes, the less privileged as well.
We can not escape it: a large chunk of our conscience has faded, and with it something in our social soul has gone out.
Whether we like it or not, our generation is committed to sacrificing the lives of others, not for survival but for a false sense of "normalcy," and we will never return to what we were.
This is the real legacy of the Lapid-Bennett government.
Do not be stately now.
Shout.
