The Last Exile

During the course of the day each of my children called to tell me they would not be able to make it home in time for dinner. I made the usual Momma protests and added a touch of guilt but each of them stood firm. Nothing like a little adolescent rebellion. I tell myself it could be worse, and at least, each teenager sounded a touch shamed face about skipping dinner. There is just something downright unnatural about being all alone in this big old house come Friday night.

I knew there was a scheduled protest against the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit at the ROM, and freed of family obligations I could easily make it home to change, catch the protest and be back home before the sun set. A funny thing happened on my way out the door. I ran into my youngest son, Isaiah Sender. He said he would go with me if I could wait for him to change. As I was waiting for Isaiah Sender, in comes the Last Amazon like a hurricane from work. She might have been hot, wet and cranky but when she learned we are off to catch the protests at the ROM – she demanded we wait for her to change so she can come too. The Last Amazon was a mite curious to see the kind of people who would claim the Dead Sea Scrolls were a part of Palestinian heritage.

What I was not prepared for when I turned the corner to the front entrance was the sea of blue and white … and I was worried about being alone on Friday night. My very bad. I ran into Right Girl and she smiled and said, “I knew you would come.” No doubt she will have pictures up soon and her unique brand of pithy take on it all. My eyes weren’t what they once were, and with the sun was shining bright on Zion’s side of the street it was hard for me to take pictures, so Isaiah Sender volunteered to do the honours. These are his pictures.

Of course, the reason we were gathered was because of the protests on the other side. Isaiah Sender decided no pictorial would be complete without pictures of the usual mosers. I know, I know, I shouldn’t call them that, but if not moser, then what are they? I don’t understand them, and I suppose I have gotten to an age where I no longer feel compelled to understand every dark turn or twist of their psyches. Instead, I just accept it. We all make our own choices. If there was one thing which stood out clearly it was this – across the street there was a distinct lack of pigment. They might have had the signs denouncing Zionism as racism but it was the Zionists who came in all colours. Zionists are also sensitive to the hearing impaired.

“BAD GUYS” GALLERY





After being roaming across the street snapping pictures and getting flack for hanging out with the ‘Zionists’ Isaiah Sender was more than happy to give Right Girl a break from holding high the Israeli flag.
And may the sun always shine on Zion.

Update: Lots more pictures and video at Lumpy, grumpy & frumpy