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Meanwhile in the UK., it became clear that while Labour Party leader, Ed Miliband lives as a ‘non-Jewish’ Jew, his own filial affections run as deeply devout as those of Lapid and Netanyahu. But it became obvious also, that some family allegiances may be misconstrued as disloyalty to Britain. For quite suddenly, the Israeli politicians’ remarks became a stark backdrop to one of the nastiest pieces of journalism I have seen in a British newspaper for some years: Even as they spoke, readers of the Daily Mail were being treated to a series of features about Ed’s father, Ralph which were vicious enough to be roundly condemned even by the Conservative Prime Minister David Cameron and his Liberal-Democrat deputy, Nick Clegg.
Magna Carta, described as “the greatest constitutional document of all times” and considered the cornerstone of the British constitution, devoted two important clauses to the Jewish community of the period. The famous first version, signed under duress at Runnymede by King John in 1215, is said to have placed certain checks on the absolute power of the English monarchy. This did not prevent Edward I from expelling his Jewish subjects in 1290 – a mere 75 years later. It was to be 366 years before any Jews returned to England openly, although like everywhere else in Europe, a tiny number of ‘hidden’ Jews remained throughout. I’ve been considering this again, as I did in 2006 when the Anglo-Jewish community celebrated the 350th anniversary of its resettlement in England. This follows the British Library’s decision to mark the charter’s 800th anniversary in 2015 by bringing together the four surviving copies of the original document. Two are kept at the library, another is at Lincoln Cathedral and the fourth is at Salisbury Cathedral.
I suppose it’s natural for a man from County Mayo to dwell, after Kavanagh, on rural small town life. But to be forced to select one of McDonagh’s poems on this theme is like being invited to dip a paw into a chocolate box. So for now it’s a case of ‘ooh, go on then’ and I’ll choose the hilarious Police and Donkey In a Hit and Run, in which the police “countrywide, / would be alerted and no money or manpower spared / in satisfying the courts that everything in police power had been done to show the donkey up in a bad light”.
Coping with illness can be especially difficult for older Karmielis as the city has no full-scale hospital and travelling out of town for treatment can be arduous for the many pensioners who have disposed of their vehicles due to atrociously high petrol and maintenance costs. Further, as Israel is such a small country, the number of senior surgeons is limited, resulting in a dearth of skilled individuals in various fields. Some complex heart or eye surgery, for example, may be accomplished by only one expert based, most often, at a hospital in Tel Aviv.
When Queen Elizabeth II concluded her Diamond Jubilee celebrations with a coronation anniversary service, it was instructive to note the similarities that parts of the original sacrament had shared with the anointing of the priests and kings of ancient Israel. It appears that the process evolved to give those being anointed an extra gloss of ‘holiness’, so allowing them an aura of divine authority over ordinary people.
Israeli life happens in short bursts. If you remember The Six Day War, you know what I mean! This year, an unusually cold, intensely wet winter segued into spring with barely a backward glance and as April ended, we found ourselves putting away our heaters and woollies and starting to worry about the spiralling costs of air conditioning.
But here in Karmiel there are more pressing anxieties. On Sunday 05 May, the military deployed two Iron Dome missile defence batteries near us, each in Tzfat and Haifa. The move came barely hours after Israel allegedly blew up a shipment of Iranian missiles intended for the terrorist group, Hezbollah near the Syrian capital, Damascus. How long tensions will remain this high I cannot predict but matters were considered serious enough for Prime Minister Netanyahu to convene a security cabinet meeting and thus delay a highly publicised proposed trade trip to China.
It’s late January 1996 and a terrible day. My father has died barely three weeks before and my brother and I are sharing the sad, sacred duty of wheeling my mother’s coffin down the neatly tended paths of the Orthodox Jewish cemetery at Waltham Abbey, Greater London.
Suddenly I’m distracted. As we trundle Mum to her final rest, we pass a small plot filled with tiny graves and miniature headstones. While my mother had lived her biblically allotted seventy years, I realise these children’s lives had been snuffed out before they’d truly begun. Unjust; upside-down; quite cruelly against the natural order. However, these youngsters were accorded full funeral rites and headstones mark their graves.
But what of those who are miscarried, born ‘out of wedlock’ or considered too young to be ‘real’ people and are therefore buried swiftly, anonymously and without honour?
Thanks to an Israeli TV chef based in London and an American immigrant in the Galilee an ancient food has become a modern fad – and a great way of forging Arab-Jewish friendships.
The work of Yotam Ottolenghi and his Palestinian business partner, Sami Tamimi is well documented. But less well-known in Europe and the U.K. is that of freelance writer, Abbie Rosner, who has spent many years studying local wild plants with the help of her Bedouin neighbours. What’s more, alongside her love of foods like freekeh (roasted green wheat), hilayon (wild asparagus) and zaatar (the name of both an edible wild plant and a popular spice), she continues her struggle to learn Arabic and has developed a deep affection for her Arab friends.
Reading Rosner’s book, Breaking Bread In Galilee, it is clear that many resentments between Arabs and Jews are as much cultural as political. But a commitment to investing in a shared history – some of it biblical – can help to overcome them just as personal friendships will continue to achieve much when political pacts fall apart.
“Israelis have a longstanding commitment to free speech and a high threshold for tolerating strong and even provocative criticism. This cartoon, however, bears no relation whatsoever to legitimate political comment …. The use of vicious motifs echoing those used to demonize Jews in the past is particularly shocking and hurtful on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, but the crude and shallow hatred of this cartoon should render it totally unacceptable on any day of the year.”
Sadly a good number of ‘ordinary’ Jewish people, including Israeli citizens, did not view the cartoon as harmful. I reminded someone that Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu did not relish a view of himself building a wall, squeezing Palestinian bodies between the bricks and using their blood as cement. Why else ask Knesset Speaker, Reuven Rivlin to write to his U.K. counterpart, John Bercow (coincidentally a fellow Jew) to express “extreme outrage”?
“I made him his favourite dinner, including a huge helping of treacle tart, which he loves almost as much as he adores Delilah. To wash it down, I got in a bottle of that red non-alcoholic wine, Vida Vita and chucked in crushed Temazepam pills. They should do the trick as they are supposed to help you sleep like the dead and can even make you lose your memory. But here’s the magic…”
Professor Eric Hobsbawm was the leading Marxist historian of his generation. He was also a Jewish refugee from Nazi Germany who made England his home. Here Natalie Wood suggests that he was eternally contrary, never quite cut his Jewish roots and became something of an old-fashioned ‘rebbe’ to his academic acolytes, to the extent of offering them traditional hospitality at home.
This short story is an attempt to portray the external hatred and internal conflicts that trouble the Jewish community over male circumcision, particularly when occasional injuries or even deaths occur in the infants involved. Natalie has also used the opportunity to highlight the deep-seated prejudices often held by members of the mainstream Orthodox Jewish community against its Progressive counterpart.
It is not easy being a traditional, religiously observant Ashkenazi Jew. Some may argue it’s even harder being a strict veggie-vegan. How in tarnation do you sync the two?
It’s said that one of Manchester, U.K.’s strictest Orthodox rabbis follows a vegetarian regime midweek and dines on poultry only to honour the Sabbath and festivals. If this be true, real vegetarians, no matter their faith, wouldn’t wear it. So cue one of my new pals here in Karmiel, Galilee, who joined us to break the fast after Yom Kippur. He is very religious but as a strict vegan, he wouldn’t touch the challah (traditional holiday loaf) we had provided to start the meal as I had forgotten that challah usually contains egg. I should instead have bought a wholemeal, eggless version available from a local health-food shop!
Two years ago we left Manchester basking in good will. And when we landed here in Israel we grabbed the generous grants, the wise counsel, the practical help and the enthusiastic cries of ‘welcome home’ from people who at first were just kind and trusting strangers. They, too, became our friends.
Born in Birmingham, England, U.K., Natalie Wood began working in journalism a month before the outbreak of the 1973 Yom Kippur War.
She remained in regional Jewish journalism for more than 20 years, leaving full-time writing to help run a family business and then completed a range of general office work.
Natalie Wood and her husband, Brian Fink emigrated from Manchester to Israel in March 2010 and live in Karmiel, Galilee where she continues to work from home, concentrating on creative writing.
Natalie Wood features in Smith Magazine’s new Six Word Memoirs On Jewish Life. She also contributes to Technorati, Blogcritics and Live Encounters magazine.