When we do not listen to her whisper,
reality shouts symbolically.
No screenwriter would dare direct a video like it was revealed this week.
The video shows the first Muslim Arab-Israeli chief of staff of the Israel Police, the head of the Arab Crime Division, Jamal Khachrush, skipping stairs over Jazzi Abbas Amara, who is dying on his way to becoming another statistical body.
By the time he passes between writing these words and by the time you read them, a crook will have already given his explanations of the matter, those who knew and kept silent will give their version, and those who have plastered will continue to plaster the story.
The laws of the garage world in the age of social expression state that no one is ever guilty.
It's just a matter of "narratives," and presenting the "facts" in a way that will "re-frame" the event.
Until, with so many narratives, frameworks, and facts, it is forgotten that Kharosh skipped over the dying Amara on the stairs.
It could have been otherwise.
Khachrush could have done the deed of his life and fought Arab crime in Israel if he had set a personal example: saying my guilt, I sinned, I did not mean, I was stressed, I skipped, I stumbled, "We are all human beings."
It was understandable, but I would still expect Khachrush to lay down the keys and go home in disgrace.
For he who skipped and stumbled over the dying Amara, was not just a man, but a symbol, and a symbol could not hide behind his humanity when he stumbled on the stairs.
The act of Khachrush is a symbol of Arab society in Israel, which finds it difficult to take responsibility for the crime that takes place within it.
It is clear to me that this is a gross generalization, and as such it does injustice to many people and for that I apologize.
But among my people I live, and the same people to whom I apologize, are also the ones who said similar things to me, but immediately added "but do not write this because they will kill me."
True, it's life threatening to be the first brave person in a company to wash and wash the blood quickly before the police arrive.
Arab society in Israel lives in the duplication that requires the police to impose law and order, and on the other hand revolts against over-policing, wants strict adherence to Israeli civil rights, but avoids taking part in civic duties.
When the leaders of Arab society, who declare that they are interested in fighting violence on the one hand, and do not condemn murderers from the family, the tribe and the sector but justify crimes and violence on the other, only because they are aimed at those not from the family, tribe or sector - this is moral duplication.
And such duplication is dilapidated crutches to establish a healthy society.
A safe way to stumble further and further down the stairs.
In the desert, the warmth of the day
evaporates in an instant when night comes. The cold of the night leaps like a beast of darkness devouring bones. The streets of Be'er Sheva are empty, sane people digging in the nearby Dardon, pulling out even to Netflix. Dvir Lavie puts on an electric coat, separates from the woman and the girls and goes out into the night of the glaciers. Somewhere in the great darkness someone had lost her way, wandered from her home for some reason, and now she is presumably absent with fear for her life. That night and in the same Negev, some hikers dug in the mud and sank, others got stuck in the field, all in need of rescue, and fast.
Lavi meets his deputy Tomer Rahamim, and from their SUVs they begin to operate an impressive HFK to find the missing and rescue the stranded. Who is available? They ask, from somewhere flashing messages in the WhatsApp group, more and more volunteers emerge from the silence. The crews get organized and go out to look for the missing woman. Minutes and thick hours of a cold night pass in scans and searches. Another orange street, and another shade of nothing, until finally the missing woman is found trembling confused and alive. And all this while the other crew pulls hikers out of the mud for several hours. Good angels for a bad hour.
Rahamim tells me that "Gabriel" is based on helping others.
If you have a puncture on the road, the car is dug in the mud, you are stuck in isolation and need medicine, as well as distributing food to needy families.
Trying to help where possible.
We currently have a network of about 90 volunteers from Yad Mordechai to Eilat, who come when they can help, especially for field
rescues and missing persons. "Like rescue units?
" Yes, only for free.
"We have a volunteer who donated a vehicle to the HFK, we put radios, computers and software that help in it, and there is a volunteer who operates a skimmer, there is another volunteer with a patrol dog, and there is even a volunteer who helps us with a helicopter."
"Sounds like a crazy organization, sure everything is voluntary?", I ask.
Lavie and Rahamim laugh.
On a daily basis the two work in sensitive work with more than enough danger.
After work they go out to help others in distress, and for no consideration other than doing it themselves.
Angels in a black jeep.
The figure that stands behind the name and appears in the organization's emblem with wings, is the figure of Gabriel Belhassan.
Here is the place to discover the pleasures: The late Gabriel Belhassan was a great and rare musician who I was privileged to produce musically, and a personal friend.
During his life, Belhassan was known as a composer in his own right and as a guitarist for the Algiers band that broke out with Talmei Eliyahu in the western Negev in the late 1990s.
Algiers and Belhassan presented a dark and vicious musical vision.
Southern Goth, with roots in the prayer book and horror from the slingshot.
Their performances seemed like the prayer of binding with distortion, the music sought to fix the world with loyalty and passion.
The original Algiers squad had three members - Aviv Gadge, Gabriel Belhassan and Dvir Lavie.
Indeed, the same one before the jeeps bombed the drums of "Forward Engines" and "France."
Lavie: "When we set up the organization we thought of a name to give it, and one of the volunteers suggested the name Gabriel. Thankfully, because of the personal connection I was undecided.
"Gabriel is the pillar of fire for us, a combination of fine rock, jeeps that extract and mud coffee, it's for me a trinity that connects independent art and good music, field life and giving, we are an indie road!"
Dvir, do you lack the excitement in life to start an organization like Gabriel?
"No, not really, I like the struggle and challenge of rescue, but when you get to the family in the middle of the night - the children are shivering, the father is desperate and the jeep is submerged in mud and water. When you think about the health and well-being of their people we helped, Or the hot tea they get on the way home, it's humanity itself that does it for me. "
We are in the midst of locating an adult absent, suffering from dementia.
He wanted to go to the bathroom at his house but got confused at the door and went out into the street.
Without wallet, phone or technological detection capability.
When the family gets to see their loved one return in full - there is no greater joy, and there is no feeling of good satisfaction like seeing people smiling.
Ultimately, it is hopeful to see such a social enterprise grow and gain momentum and help.
It creates a social hope that I hope we leave behind, and perhaps even pave the way for a wholehearted generation of civic giving, to create for us a society whose greatest reward is the very act of giving and mutual help.
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