Justice Minister Yariv Levin said this week that one of the reasons justices should be replaced in the High Court of Justice is that Jews are not interested in living near Arabs in the Galilee, and we need judges who understand this and will not force a coexistence that causes Jews to leave.
First, I understand the statement. It is not easy to live next door to some of the country's Arab residents. Not easy for Jews and not easy for decent, law-abiding Arabs. Culture, or non-culture of driving in communities, which endangers children and adults, creates an atmosphere of bullying on the roads; muezzins who come with the new neighbors and harass the residents at unhappy hours; Unreasonable noise not seeing neighbors from a meter, and a variety of other behaviors.
On the other hand, there are evenings I would love to live next to, even door to door. I remember very well the case of my friend Dr. Ahsan Khalileh, who was looking for a house in Karmiel and no one wanted to sell to him. It broke him, and he sobbed on the morning show like a rejected child, and rightly so. He is a man of culture, respects every person, and why shouldn't anyone want to live next door? In the end he found, and everything worked out.
Segregation of populations on the basis of nationality will always be seen as racism. There is no way to pass this down the throat of the nations of the world, and only that is still missing for our apartheid image. And I say – it is possible to integrate populations without harming the quality of life, and to alienate bad neighbors, whether Arab or Jewish. I stayed once for a few weeks in a town in Florida, where there are very clear and very strict laws. For every antisocial behavior, the town's police come and fine mercilessly. Also about nonsense.
Haven't you pruned the grass for two weeks? Fine. Did you drive wildly? You won't reach the gates of the settlement, you'll be caught on the way. Did you turn on the volume? By the middle of the second song, the neighborhood patrolman will be knocking on the door, with a steel look and polite but freezing speech, and the threat is clear – keep it up, you'll have to leave. You won't get garbage, you won't get services, there's no school for children. Dehydrate.
Local laws can also be enacted here, which will preserve the quality of life and will not exclude entire populations on the basis of belonging to one minority or another. Quiet public space, respectful behavior, maintaining cleanliness, driving according to the law, with harsh enforcement and the knowledge that any deviation from the agreed rules can lead to expulsion from the community. Before going for a mixing ban, it's worth trying. Perhaps people will even educate themselves to enter the favored localities. He would.
CEO
We came out last in the OECD in equality for women from all member countries. How sad. How shabby. So I decided to take action. Because at this time, when I don't broadcast a daily program on television and my time is in my hands, I am engaged in, among other things, setting up projects for the public good and for my own good. One of them, particularly exciting, is a technology startup that will allow dyslexic children to read like normal children.
The man who conceived the project and recruited me to it, Shahar Witonsky, is a severe dyslexic himself, and together with me and my ADHD we are currently moving between investors and trying to raise the million dollars needed to make it work. And every investor we meet asks, "Who is the CEO?" and we don't have a good answer, because neither he nor I can really fulfill this complex role of managing a venture, and we haven't found a CEO yet.
So we made a post on Facebook that we were looking for a CEO. And they came full of inspiring, capable people, dyslexics all as I requested, each with a basket of proven abilities, and enviable exits, and resume sheets that if I had the ability to read them, I would be really impressed. And we had a lot of meetings, and we almost signed, and all the time something made me feel energetically unbalanced, not entirely accurate until the end.
Until Orna Yehuda Abramson arrived. And from the first moment we knew it was her, because besides having impressive experience and an elite dyslexic background, she is a woman. And it was immediately clear to both of us that what we lacked was the basket of abilities that a woman brings, which a man does not have, no matter how sophisticated it is. We felt that a trio of venture leaders needed at least one female side. Women have a more comprehensive vision, richer emotional capacities, greater attention to detail, and especially, a commitment to activities that benefit a deeper humanity.
So we took it. And we have a CEO, and we're moving forward together. Although we did not count on the mass exodus of investors that is taking place now, we hope that we will nevertheless succeed in establishing the project for the benefit of all dyslexic children in the world, some 200 million in number.
And why am I telling all this? Because in government ministries there is hardly a single director general now. And when I wrote a post about it, I was attacked by many right-wing women who said, "I prefer appointments based on merit, not sex." And I thought to me how blinding camping today is to think that if you appoint according to ability, only men will be appointed. How tragic that women prefer loyalty to a political camp, rather than to their just interests as women. Judging by how this voluntary repression works, there must be some woman behind the scenes moving things around.
Socks
Of all the things I bought this year, the best purchase is the sock clips I purchased for ten shekels on the Click Shop website. Immediately all the details.
One of the most difficult issues in my house is the matter of pairing the socks after washing and re-finding a couple who scrambled in the crucible of the machine and were lost to each other. The sight of the tub with the pile of individual socks, for which you have to sit for an hour and find a decent match, makes me angina. This work, to which I have not been able to harness my daughters even with promises of various kinds of retribution, is hated by me from all household chores, and so is my wife who will live. Therefore, a fine tradition in our home is that the piles pile up, in the sock drawer there are already only socks that survived from basic training, and a constant buzz in my head buzzes - the socks need to be arranged.
Until... On the morning show, in my favorite gadget corner, I was exposed to a piece of colored plastic with two jagged holes. And what you do is that while you take off your socks and throw them in the laundry basket, you stick each sock in this jagged hole, two socks for the grip, and that's how it goes to the laundry, that's how it gets washed, and that's how it comes out of the tub. Only then, when folding the socks again, are separated from the ingenious device, and Hoffa - into a drawer.
Many things have changed my life. I got married, became a father, moved in my political opinions, bought noise-canceling headphones that allowed me to meditate for the first time in my life, but such a sharp and so cheap change I had never experienced. Ever since these plastics came home, the struggle is over.
Everyone at home is committed to the work of preserving the relationship, and the saga of reintegration and connection after years of separation in exile is over. Also ran out of all the bad solutions of perforated bags, rusting ticks, what we didn't try.
Ten shekels, that's all. And life at home relaxes. Won't you try? Click Shop. I am not a partner. Meanwhile.
avrigilad@gmail.com
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