“Jumping the shark” has come to mean a long-running franchise revealing inadvertently that it is past its prime. The phrase originated when Fonzie in Happy Days jumped over a shark in water skis – and the TV-sitcom went downhill from there, losing its focus, its edge, its original mission. In politics, we could use the phrase “becoming a shark”: As their grip on power fades, aging, ailing, failing leaders often become snarky, snarling, forgetting the light touch, the empathy, the vision, that once made them more appealing – and often more healing as leaders.
“I am against personal assaults against anyone,” the prime minister said. “You can attack politically but there’s no need to attack personally – and certainly not family members.”
Fair enough. But, having exceeded his empathy quota after barely 10 seconds, Netanyahu couldn’t resist adding, “but also not against my family members – also the terrible things done against me... ”
UNLIKE SOME of my friends, I take no joy in Bibi-bashing. He is my prime minister. I have defended him for decades. I was dazzled by his public diplomacy skills when he represented Israel so ably in the United States and the United Nations. I was terrified for him – and for his hosts in the Montreal Jewish community – when pro-Palestinian thugs rioted at Concordia University in September 2002, to stop him from speaking. I then spent months calling on my fellow (neighboring) academics to hold the hooligans accountable and defend free speech on campus. I have repeatedly thanked him for his many contributions to making Israel the Start-Up Nation, a safer nation, an Abrahamic nation at peace with the UAE, Bahrain, Morocco, Sudan – and hopefully other countries soon – and now the world’s premier vaccination nation. I have angered many American friends by echoing his long, sustained, necessary, effective campaign against Iran’s evil mullahcracy going nuclear – and joined him in questioning many Democrats’ blind spot on the issue. And, as the father of soldiers, I have often been grateful that Israel had a steady hand on the military wheel, one who knows personally the costs and risks of war.
So, yes, just like stale cheese was tasty once, Netanyahu’s stale tenure today doesn’t negate the accomplishments of yesterday. But if anyone had doubts before, last week confirmed that Caesarea beckons. It’s time for Bibi to retire. With violence mounting in Gaza, in east Jerusalem, and among our own homegrown Jewish thugs, we need a leader who has zero-tolerance for bigotry and bullying – be it with words, fists, rocks or rockets. Instead, we’re stuck with a leader who is trying to mainstream Kahanist anti-Arabs and is so busy woe-is-me-ing about attacks against him that he ends up sounding like he’s justifying attacks on his rivals. We also need a leader with time and mental energy to focus on Israel’s exit from corona, economic revival, social stresses, and diplomatic challenges.
Instead, we’re cursed with a leader who is on trial and distracted, as we all are by the spectacle. It’s humiliating to watch his obsessive, shameful, heavy-handed manipulations to get positive press coverage for him and his family exposed, mocked, dissected, defused. And we need a leader not just with the vision to keep this diverse country together but with a heart big enough to love and care for all Israeli citizens, both Jewish and non-Jewish, and all Jews around the world, in Israel and abroad. Instead, we have a wincing, whining, wheedling wheeler-dealer, whose press conference revealed a desperate demagogue who lost his moral compass on the way down, not an inspiring leader who can help us forge ahead.
Netanyahu had that false shark smile last Wednesday, which he repeatedly flashed, telegraphing his discomfort. And like an old aging shark, he is looking quite toothless these days, as his mandate runs out, his hooligans grumble, and the country gets ready, finally, to move on – we hope. It didn’t have to be this way – I say as a citizen. But as a biographer and a historian I wonder, maybe it did.