Humdingerydoo wrote …
“………… so a lot of posters won't want to respond to this thread out of fear of being stalked and harassed.”
I’ll rise to the challenge. I’m prepared to be stalked and harassed, so bring it on, I’m happy to give as good as I get from anyone.
@Newbutoldfather
It sounds like you’ve been through, and are going through now, experiences and feelings very similar to mine. Though I think our household might have been more “Jewish” (dare I say Yiddish ?…. My grandfather spoke it fluently and even after being here for 50 years, his English was not great) than yours. That was not written in a spirit of one-upmanship, it was merely a supposition. :-}
Growing up, my parents kept a kosher house and whilst not being beaten, there would be castigation for putting the meat knife within 6” of the butter dish. Never ate out unless omelettes or fish were on the menu and not allowed to visit chippies perchance they might be frying their chips in beef dripping.
I remember my first non-kosher meal. I bought a beef chop suey aged 17 ( me not the chop suey) for 45p was when I was on my own walking home from Maccabi. I just went into a takeaway with absolutely no idea what anything on the menu was, for me it was all just Chinese, and ordered. I actually wasn’t that impressed with it. Mum’s cooking was much better. I bet they couldn’t stretch strudel pastry over the edges of a breakfast room table like she could.
This was all happening in a medium sized provincial town with a congregation in the high hundreds which had a mean Maccabi table tennis team and was a few hours from London. An annual treat for me between the ages of 6 and 16, would be a trip to The Savoy theatre ( Papa was a Gilbert and Sullivan junkie) to see The Doyle Carte bash out any of the Gondoliers, Pirates, Pinafore etc. Whilst the tunes were hummable and the libretto a very neat use of the English language, the real treat was the visit to Blooms that accompanied the annual excursion. Like all good Jews, we loved food, we never ate anything else (Tommy Cooper line) and being given the chance to eat at Blooms was one of the highlights. I remember, as a 7 or 8 year old, being at first enthralled and then impressed at the idea of mirroring one wall so as to make the place look bigger.
And of course we walked to shul. Putting aside the restrictions on all the good food out there that was forbidden,being Jewish for the first 18 years was pretty much OK. I cannot recall any nastiness from other kids for being Jewish ( if I got picked on it was probably because I was a twat) and the number of times at school that I ever heard any disparaging things about my Jewishness could be counted on one hand. Once, or twice idiots would graffiti a swastika or “NF” on the shul but that was about as bad as it got.
In my teen years, in the sixties and seventies, there was plucky little Israel. A people who had only decades before endured one of the most horrific genocides, and who were now turning desert into farms. And wow Kibbutzim. We were so impressed when we heard that they had water fountains that had not just water, but running soda water !!!! But some were sort of socialist, and that made my Telegraph reading Pater uneasy. The other paper we had delivered was the Jewish Chronicle…. Every Friday the delivery boy would come and we would have The Organ of British Jewry put through the letterbox. That was in the day when it was actually an incredibly good paper. It was like the independent on steroids. It had a lot of community news and it was prepared to question the actions of Israel, sometimes in quite a forthright manner. I also remember one question in the “Ask The Rabbi” section was whether or not, battery eggs were Kosher.
With some very fine scientists and engineers, the Jews of Israel were a people that were hard working and resilient. They had seen off two major armies (Sorry Jordan) in the space of 6 years. I even went over there for a Maccabia trip in the early 70s.
So, just like you, there was pride and admiration. We’d sort of brush off the idea that there were some down there who were not being treated quite as well as they might be and who might have some genuine grievances. As for the terrorists, well, they were just terrorists. Though looking back at those days, which include the PFLP, Black September and the PLO, I don’t think there is anyone today who wouldn’t, given the chance and given the horror that we have now, want to turn back the clock 50 years. Maybe 150, but that discussion is for another time.
So yes, for me, Israel the hero of my teens. But decades on and seeing how the country has progressively become more militaristic in its approach to its enemies and the denial of real opportunities for Palestinians, my view has changed. Israel also played the Americans. Israel knows its strategic value and it has milked this.
Please suggest another, but I can’t recall any other Israeli prime minister who has stuck two fingers up to the Americans higher and for longer, than has Netanyahu. He knows he can pretty much do as he wishes and this freedom and his lack of constraint have turned one atrocity into a massive abomination. And worst of all it’s been pretty clear that he is not prepared to negotiate. It will go on until he wants it to end.
Netanyahu is the very worst possible leader they could have.
Do I think Israel should exist ? Of course I do, 9 million Israelis aren’t going anywhere. Why should they ? A good proportion were born there.
Should they live in a state called Israel ? Yes, but Israel has to treat the Palestinians with more respect. Perhaps if they did so, they would find less animosity from them. There has to be resolution to a sore that has festered for decades and negotiation is the only way. Nothing has been achieved thorough this violent response apart from misery and trauma for millions of people.
I simply feel, that Israel has to radically change what it is doing.
Newbutoldfather, you may feel that the line between acceptable and unacceptable is being crossed, but for me that line was crossed some time ago.