The real terrible days in Israel are the days between Memorial Day and Yitzhak Rabin on the Hebrew date, and November 4, the date engraved in the heart of the nation on the day of the murder.
Some lies, some contempt, some disgust, some hypocrisy are produced by themselves all the actors in this annual play.
No one transcends.
If Memorial Day produces a quarrel with no added value, who needs it at all?
Foreign Minister Yair Lapid's statement about Yigal Amir's ideological descendants sitting in the Knesset was unnecessary.
for what?
The fact that Rabin was assassinated does not give you, Yair, the authority to ignite a quarrelsome fire by saying that it is a factual plot.
Ben Gvir is not the heir of Yigal Amir.
Yigal Amir is inherited only by the one who pulls the trigger, God forbid.
Ben Gvir plays within the democratic game, even if you do not like his game.
Ben Gvir's right to do everything to thwart the idea of two states, which you for some reason bring back to the table, without you calling him Yigal.
He will not save, and you will not laugh.
Jump 26 years back.
I did not particularly like Rabin.
In my eyes, he was actually too right-wing, fearful of peace, small in faith, not letting the spirit of peace carry him to the new world, conceived for us by the people of Oslo.
Rabin kept raising difficulties, missed a face, and even when he finally shook Arafat's hand, he was reluctant.
To the idiot I was then it bothered.
I wanted cordiality, hugs, warm words, not the behavior of someone who is not complete with his actions.
I believed that wars were coming to an end.
That here he, the man of war, gets to end the age of war while still alive.
In the end, it turned out that the reservation was perhaps a statement of his heart, which told him evil, and Rabin did not listen to him.
He decided to jump into the water, and when he was in the air, he found that they were boiling.
I think his "peace heritage," invented and maintained by the left in the absence of any other ideological asset, would have changed from end to end if he had lived a little longer and recognized his mistake.
That's how I prefer to think of him.
He was sober.
The discourse in Israel is sick.
Even then, 26 years ago, even today.
When the discourse is sick, every expression of opinion is called "incitement."
When the discourse is sick, the Bnei Plugata are offended instead of breaking down their arguments into pieces.
When the discourse is sick, ideas are killed with bullets, instead of words.
We should start talking to each other with respect, attention, patience right now, because we will not be able to carry another such day of remembrance on our calendar.
It will kill us once and for all.
father
My heartfelt condolences on the cruel rape of your 16-year-old daughter, which was reviewed by Ayala Hasson last week.
It tears you to pieces, I understand you.
I have three daughters.
And I participated in your rage that the police do not even arrest the rapist, even though they know who he is, and even though he lives close to you.
And I'm jealous of you, that you took a knife and went to stab the rapist.
Many times I have said that this is exactly what I would have done if someone had done to my daughter what made your move this rubbish.
I said, but I knew at the last minute I would probably be thinking about myself, about years in prison, about a trial, about not meeting my injured daughter for years.
In the end, utilitarianism and the observance of the law would have been decisive, although if a law does not protect me, what can I do to protect it?
I respect your decision to take the law into your own hands, because the police have lost it completely, and there is no situation in which a person who has done such a serious deed to your child, who has taken away her joy, her faith in people, men, her sexuality, her youth - will roam free near home. your.
To me you are a hero.
To me, you are a man as I want to be - a man who protects his family, his daughter, even at the cost of his freedom.
Know that this week in America another father heard his 5-year-old daughter screaming for help.
He ran and found a stranger starting to commit a heinous act on her, beat him and killed on the spot.
Authorities immediately ruled: will not even stand trial.
Good thing he did what he did, his right.
America.
The justice and police systems are pushing us, the good citizens, the law enforcers, into a corner.
The cruel ones in the criminals manage to escape punishment, and their victims have to live with the knowledge that every day there may be a meeting at a traffic light, in a writer, in a classroom, with someone who has taken their innocence.
People are starting to take the law into their own hands, and it is happening more and more.
People will do justice to themselves, and since they have no cooperating lawyers, and no funds for defense, they will go to jail instead of those who have to sit in it.
And so, in the end, the populations will change.
In prison will sit the decent citizens who got into trouble, and outside will go the criminals, the criminals, the rapists, the pedophiles, all the filth.
What a unique country.
Where is the change we have been promised?
The current government does not outline a new direction in enforcement, yet comparing a criminal to a victim.
Where is the Commissioner, where is Minister Bar-Lev, where is the Prime Minister? Wake up already, it will end in tears.
Dear Dad, I'm with you.
You are in my prayers, in my heart, in my mind.
I'm just not required to do what you did, I'm just a coward.
badminton
In the yard of the sheltered housing my mother lives in, two Filipinos play badminton. he and she. Dedicate yourself to the special feather ball of this sport, toss it high and watch it land sharply. I observe and think that the way the feather ball moves is so symbolic of their lives here: no matter how hard they hit it, how high it flies, it immediately changes its trajectory and lands in a free dive down, like the dreams they had before they were veteran Israeli service workers. Long for the desires and needs and whims of a person they did not know before, and who are his / her personal servants without respite, without rest, without vacation. Here and there an hour of badminton on the grass, until they were called.
There is no situation in which even one Israeli today would agree to this work.
This is a job where the question "What about me?"
You are not asked about it at all.
I am not".
There is only "he" or "she".
Think about what level of self-cancellation is required to live and live with a disabled person and serve him in each of his actions.
It's like being the shadow of man, like the black-wearing characters operating puppets in the theater.
It's putting yourself completely aside for years to come.
We left a slave house, and can no longer imagine ourselves returning to it.
We have no complete devotion, no separation from family for many years.
There is no such thing as transferring children to grandma care and being for them just a picture on the phone that speaks to them every day.
We are so different, to the point of inability to understand how to live like this, and to be thankful for every day that we do not have to make such decisions about our lives.
Imagine you are eating an elderly person in the Philippines, and between feeding and wiping, you get a few minutes in a video call with the children in Israel.
The most beautiful years are devoted to this work.
The money goes to the homeland, houses are built, children study, parents are supported, but the unfortunate foreign workers pay for it all in their lives.
And they have little joys, and meals with colleagues who also came from the distant homeland, and hear music, and eat food that is not here, and go out for a weekend off, to breathe a second of free air.
But it is very difficult for them.
Every day, all day.
I propose to establish Nursing Workers' Day, and on this day hold a state event with artists from their countries, and awards, and ceremonies, and meals as usual, prepared by chefs, and bouquets of flowers around their necks, and beautiful gifts that would express how without them our society would collapse in a second.
There is only one problem with the whole thing: who will replace them on this day with the patients?
avrigilad@gmail.com