The Last Exile

Ha’aretz’s Gideon Levy penned this screed to the ’settler’. I really don’t know what to make of Gideon Levy. There is this kind of alternative reality to his writing which always leaves me going – ‘What? What, no…he didn’t just write that did he?!!?’ Usually I have to rub my eyes and then check back to see if anything changed between the time it took to rub my eyes and refocusing on the page…

What constitutes the life of a settler? A house on the cheap; a standard of living above the national average; a job usually subsidized by the government; a fierce religious, nationalist, uncompromising conviction on the justness of his cause; a supportive, heavy-handed social environment; a highway system; transportation arrangements; socially enriching activities; and, at times, a life that comes with the risk of danger.

The settler goes to and from his home without seeing anything. He does not see his neighbors, he does not see the danger he exposes his children to, he does not see the moral baggage he carries on his back. He does not want to see all this, and an entire system surrounds him that makes life easy for him despite his blindness.

Some of the highways on which he drives are cleansed of Palestinians; he has never visited the neighboring villages, not one of whose names he would know were it not for traffic signs pointing in their direction. His teachers, functionaries and rabbis sketch out the scenery that is his world, leaving him no shred of doubt: the Arabs are terrorists, all of them are suspicious packages, and the Jews are allowed to do as they wish, for they are the lords of the land, and there is no other but they.

You can read the rest or not (as you choose) but he goes on and on like this. The rather strange thing is how little this ‘prototype settler’ resembles the ’settlers’ I have known or met. While my experience is merely anecdotal; its strikes me as bizarre, with my wide circle of acquaintances, that I haven’t run across Levy’s Settler except in the writings of various of the hard left-types…

In fact, this characterization is so atypical that I have been mulling over how best to respond to this article before responding via the blog. Then I read this post at The Muqata, and I knew, that nothing I could write would greater illustrate the ‘alternative reality’ quality of Levy’s Settler than Jamal writing at The Muqata about attending a funeral where a 16 year old son, a ’settler’, gave the eulogy for his murdered father.

“AAAAABBBBBBA!!!” [father]

The word was yelled out by Eliyahu — the 16 year old teenage son of Rabbi Meir Chai, murdered in a Palestinian terrorist attack on the roads of the Shomron this past Thursday afternoon.

The first word of the eulogy was yelled out in pain, in sorrow, in mourning.

That first word of the eulogy, the hesped, “Abba”

The painful yell continued, lasting a lifetime, as it reverberated throughout the neighborhoods of Jerusalem, echoing in the hills around us.

I brought my oldest son to the funeral — as he went to school with Eliyahu Chai, is friends with him, and used to frequent our home as well. Before the funeral was about to start, my son asked me what to do. “Go over to your friend…give him a hug.”

And Eliyahu hugged my son, sobbing on his shoulder.

I was shocked by the power of the hesped which Eliyahu delivered.

“Hakol LeTova, HaKol MiShamayim”, Eliyahu sobbed into the microphone, repeating this over and over again. “It’s all for the best, it’s all from Heaven.”

Hearing a son eulogize his tragically murdered father — with such faith that he could repeat “HaKol LeTova” was shocking.

“To all the youth here – you are the best youth there is; I salute you, and I say the same to all our soldiers and to the entire army, to each and every one of you.”

“Continue Abba’s path: Abba wanted faith! Abba wanted Torah study! Abba wanted prayers! Abba couldn’t bear to see youth without tefillin… If we want to immortalize Abba, then we have to do things like that – not external things.

Eliyahu looks like the classic settler “hilltop” youth, lambasted by the media. Long paeyot, a large white knitted kippa. I don’t think the media was prepared for what he said next.

Do not look for revenge, not to beat up Arabs. This is not our solution. The difference between us and them is, that we are human beings! We won’t go to them and kill them just like that; if they come to us [to attack us], we will kill them and put a bullet in their heads, but we won’t go to them!

We are Jews.

May HaShem comfort the mourners of Zion and give them beauty for ashes.