Today, prime ministers seem to drop in to the White House casually, as each side
But in Israel’s early years, not even David Ben-Gurion
was able make a state or unofficial visit to Washington.
Dwight D. Eisenhower and John F. Kennedy held “back-door” meetings with
Israel’s founding father in New York when they “happened” to be there at the
same time. The back door is a polite name for an illicit love tryst in a hotel
Lyndon B. Johnson was the first US president to invite an Israeli
prime minister to the White House, with all the protocol and trappings of what
diplomacy dubs a state visit, the highest protocol level. Thus, in 1964, Israel
was no longer a secret mistress, but an equal, if still needy, member of the
so-called community of nations.
In the Prime Minister’s Office we were
well aware of the historic breakthrough we were helping to create.
was no handbook to consult.
Everything we did was a precedent. For my
part, we needed to prepare – if memory serves me correctly – 44 speeches and
statements. The short ones were halfa- page arrival statements for each of the
five airports of call.
The heavy ones ranged from 25-page major addresses
to the Council for Foreign Relations, the Washington Press Club and – let’s not
forget why we are there – an official speech at the presidential dinner and at
state dinners in Houston, Los Angeles, Chicago and New York.
keen competition in the Office for the PM’s time.
Whenever I would force
my way in to get prime minister Levi Eshkol’s input and language, his chief of
bureau, Uri Lubrani, would grab his temples and say, “Oy.”
fellow, had to coordinate the schedule of meetings, and sit in on the political
briefings, help arrange the “shopping list” meetings with the Defense Ministry
and the IDF, arrange discussions with cabinet ministers, chiefs of the secret
services, etc. Why, Lubrani thought and did not say, why should Eshkol bother
with mere speeches? The communications branch of the Foreign Ministry was on
overload-in-extremis as changes were made in the itinerary, speeches were
ping-ponged back and forth for the ambassador’s input, and the more-than-normal
top-secret exchanges: encoded on one end and decoded on the other and so in
The entourage accompanying the PM and
(Miriam) Eshkol was headed by Teddy Kollek, Shimon Peres and Yaakov
Herzog. As its youngest member I was given the jobs no one else wanted. What
kind of silver frame should the PM use when exchanging autographed photos with
the president? President Zalman Shazar had received a silver framed photo from
the pope during his outrageously cold visit through Israel a few months
(An historical aside: During his 11-hour lope through Israel,
Pope Paul VI never once called Israel by name, and went out of his way to avoid
using the word “Jews.” To quote the BBC: “In those days, the Vatican saw Israel
as a non-country, and its people as a non-nation.”) Against this bleak
background we see what a revolutionary precedent the state visit to Washington
Yaakov Herzog, the brilliant younger brother of the future president
Chaim Herzog, was assigned to work with me on the speeches. He had already been
a major adviser to Ben-Gurion and a seasoned diplomat. I assume he was clearing
the political line of the speeches, and ensuring I made no diplomatic blunders,
He’d come to my small office in the Prime Minister’s Office after a full and
exhausting day at the Foreign Ministry, but who thought of hours at that time?
We began our collaborative work in March 1964, the visit was scheduled for June,
and Passover intervened.
There were Yaakov and I hard at the speeches
night after night, leaving me no time to help at home with holiday preparations.
Yaakov was a genius, with a photographic memory. (In the office bookshelf, I had
a copy of Egyptian president Gamal Abdel Nasser’s Philosophy of the Revolution,
a short book of perhaps 60 or 70 pages. While I was writing the last few pages
we had been discussing, Herzog seemed to flip through the book.
tell me you finished it already?” “I have.”
He saw my
“Alright,” said he in his Dublin brogue, “Open any page, read
me any paragraph, and I’ll continue the line of thought.” And so he did. What a
loss his early demise (at age 50, in 1972) was to Israel policy.
were writing speech after speech, and somehow I always had to try to win the
audience’s attention from sentence one. Eshkol’s accent was good – Miriam Eshkol
had been speaking English with him at home for some months to augment his
already good command of the language – but his delivery was flat. Often, I would
write “Israel has much in common with... ” wherever we happened to be, (Eshkol
to me, half-jokingly, “How come we have so much in common with so many
But rather than strain for a similarity for Texas, I wrote in
the joke of the Israeli who meets the proud Texan. The Texan: “My state is so
big, you can get on a train at one end, and travel all day and all night and
travel all the next day. And you’re still in Texas!” The Israeli. “Yes, yes, I
know. We have very slow trains in Israel too.”
The line won a laugh, and
the PM beamed his way through the speech to the financial and political power
elite of the Lone Star State.
I felt it vital to help ensure the PM felt
at home with himself in his new rule as the Numero Uno, the primus inter pares.
One day, I chanced upon a treasure trove: a short personality piece in The New
York Times. I did not tell the PM who was the subject of the article. Skipping
that name, I read aloud to the PM words more or less to this effect: “He is a
farmer. He is a man who loves the soil and growing things. He feels best when on
his own farm, and growing his crops. He likes people and is always
straight-forward and hearty, etc. etc.”
“Eshkol, who is this?” “But,” he
almost stammered, “But... that’s me!” “No, sir, that is the man you’re going to
meet, the president of the United States.”
Farmer, meet farmer! Avraham
Avi-hai worked with Levi Eshkol for a decade when Eshkol was finance minister
and from the summer of 1963, when he was prime minister and defense
His novel, A Tale of Two Avrahams, is available in Israel at
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