There was a rapturous turkey trot in old Turkey the other day. Led by President Abdullah Gul, the Turks and their guests jumped for joy and did their springy one-step to celebrate Israel’s obvious ostracism.
“This is a clear manifestation of how Israel isolated itself,” Gul, who chaired the summit of the Conference on Interaction and Confidence Building Measures in Asia, exulted. Twenty-one of CICA’s member-states (with the single exception of Israel) “deeply deplored” its interception of the Gaza-bound Mavi Marmara.
In unwavering unison, such gracious paradigms of international fair-mindedness and evenhandedness as Presidents Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran and Bashar Assad of Syria and Hamid Karzai of Afghanistan – as well as Russian Prime Minister Vladimir Putin and PA figurehead Mahmoud Abbas – all “expressed their grave concern and condemnation for the actions undertaken by Israel” and denounced its “blatant violation” of international law.
Reveling in ostensible rectitude, Putin warned: “We can’t allow a new flame to flare up in the Middle East.” Gul laid righteous indignation on thick by announcing: “It is impossible for us to forgive the bloodshed.”
Similar spectacles are reenacted on some scale or another almost around the globe. No self-respecting city, campus or festival can resist garnering glory by whacking Israel. It’s a grand batter-Israel bash and a hit show wherever it’s staged. The plotline uncannily resembles that of Swiss playwright Friedrich Dürrenmatt’s now-classic 1956 tragicomedy The Visit
The allegorical setting is the hard-luck town of Guellen (guelle
in German means soggy excrement) to which much-married native-daughter Claire Zachanassian returns, now an elderly bizarre multibillionaire. Guellen sorely needs a cash transfusion, but Claire quickly clarifies that her generosity has strings attached. She’ll bestow great affluence on Guellen’s denizens if they only put to death the lover she claims jilted her in her youth. At first the townsfolk refuse to kill Alfred Ill, now the respected general-store proprietor. But Claire knows – precisely as do the real world’s cynical oil-rich Arab/Muslim master manipulators – that everything is for sale, supposed virtue foremost.
Claire’s predictions are soon borne out. One by one Ill’s neighbors abandon him in a grotesque display of hypocrisy. Despite their alacrity to appease and profit, they continue to posture as morally upright – like members of the international community vis-a-vis Israel – and blame the victim for a monstrously magnified set of “unforgivable” sins.
In no time Ill becomes the object of intense revulsion, regarded as the source of all that ails Guellen. The townspeople refuse to forgive Ill for the collective suffering he “caused” them. There are no bounds to the lengths they’ll go to rationalize and justify their greed.
Sounds familiar to us defamed and demonized Israelis?
GUELLEN’S INITIALLY principled mayor is the very one who swings public opinion against Ill and in the end offers him a gun so that he may spare everyone angst and end it all “peacefully.” When Ill seeks succor from the priest he discovers that the “man of God” too has sold his soul.
The policeman – akin perhaps to international peacekeepers in our own mind-blowing saga – refuses to protect Ill, denying that he is in any jeopardy at all. He hurls invective at him and traps Ill in the auditorium, there to be slaughtered.
The town’s doctor, one of Guellen’s better sorts, eventually
collaborates in the murder and, in his professional capacity,
determines that Ill died of a “heart attack.”
Perhaps the most stinging betrayal is that of the “humanitarian”
schoolmaster, the archetypal well-intentioned intellectual, who holds
on to his values longer than the others – a bit like America in our
case. He had attempted to intercede with Claire and then to expose her
villainy. Eventually he tells Ill that his neighbors all turned into
predators, who cannot be opposed personally by one educator.
Presumably poor hounded Ill could at least rely on his own family, like
we Israelis assume we can rely on our Jewish brethren out there in the
world’s big real-life Guellens. But both Israelis and Alfred discover
Among the ranks of our brethren abroad are indifferent, well-off Jews
who don’t want to be bothered with our niggling, never-ending travails.
Worse yet are trendy sophisticated ultraliberals for whom Israel has
become an embarrassing burden. Apathy and/or antipathy toward Israel
can accrue assorted potential rewards for estranged Jewish types
overseas. So it was for Ill’s kin. His son Karl and daughter Ottilie,
both originally unemployed, attain inexplicable prosperity.
Bottom line: Israel is indeed isolated but that’s only because it’s
cast as the Alfred Ill of the worldwide farcical extravaganza. We’re
alone only because Arab/Muslim clout and wealth successfully bribe,
corrupt and brainwash bona fide democracies and apparently
free-thinking journalists into voluntary, even avid complicity in the
attempted delegitimization of Israel. Longer-term genocidal plots
needn’t be explicitly admitted and proclaimed, but the groundwork for
mass murder is being methodically prepared.
THAT SAID, we needn’t consider ourselves as heading deterministically
for Ill’s bitter end. Nothing is preordained. Our self-preservation
hinges on not obscuring the realization that our detractors are the
duplicitous self-serving equivalents of Guellen’s avaricious
inhabitants. It’s crucial that we understand that we are vilified and
targeted as part of a scheme as sinister as that which led to Ill’s
We can prevent our own tragic demise by deviating consciously from
Ill’s path. Although his nice-guy demeanor went unappreciated by the
voracious chorus that bayed for his blood, Ill accepted his fate. He
forgave his family and submitted meekly to the death sentence
maliciously meted out to him.
We mustn’t submit to slander by outright enemies like Ahmadinejad or
Recep Tayyip Erdogan, but neither must we respectfully bow down to the
judgments of the Barack Obamas, Nicolas Sarkozys or Putins who undercut
our survival prospects. It’s up to us not to be Ill. The antidote to
the Ill-effect is remaining convinced of our inner truth.
In our case a dose of Dürrenmatt ought to be followed up by a morsel
from our own poet Natan Alterman. A founder of the Land of Israel
Movement, Alterman was acutely pained by the fact that (already in his
day) doubts began to be cast on the legitimacy of Israel’s existential
struggle, portraying it as the aggressor and dismissing Jewish claims
to the Jewish homeland. To him these were dark omens portending a
Jewish mental aberration that could precipitate Israel’s downfall.
After his death in 1970 several unpublished works were discovered in
his literary estate. The most evocative of these poems, “Then Satan
Said” (which I translated), became his heavy-hearted, somber last
There Alterman conjured an allegorical evil stratagem in which:
...Satan then said:
How do I overcome
This besieged one?
He has courage
And implements of war
...only this shall I do,
I’ll dull his mind
And cause him to forget
The justice of his cause.This is the first of a two-part series.
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