Yesterday I called the cable people to yell at them. The day before, my friend told me he'd called and yelled at them a little, threatened to switch to satellite. And they immediately lowered their price by 50 shekels a month (about $11).
"Can you believe it?" my friend said excitedly. "One angry five-minute call and you save 600 shekels a year."
The customer service representative was named Tali. She listened silently to all my complaints and threats and when I finished she said in a low, deep voice: "Tell me, sir, aren't you ashamed of yourself? We're at war. People are getting killed. Missiles are falling on Haifa and Tiberias and all you can think about is your 50 shekels?"
There was something to that, something that made me slightly uncomfortable. I apologized immediately and the noble Tali quickly forgave me. After all, war is not exactly the right time to bear a grudge against one of your own.
That afternoon I decided to test the effectiveness of the Tali argument on a stubborn taxi driver who refused to take me and my baby son in his cab because I didn't have a car seat with me.
"Tell me, aren't you ashamed of yourself?" I said, trying to quote Tali as precisely as I could. "We're at war. People are getting killed. Missiles are falling on Tiberias and all you can think about is your car seat?"
The argument worked here too, and the embarrassed driver quickly apologized and told me to hop in. When we got on the highway, he said partly to me, partly to himself, "It's a real war, eh?" And after taking a long breath, he added nostalgically, "Just like in the old days."
Now that "just like in the old days" keeps echoing in my mind, and I suddenly see this whole conflict with Lebanon in a completely different light.
Thinking back, trying to recreate my conversations with worried friends about this war with Lebanon, about the Iranian missiles, the Syrian machinations and the assumption that Hezbollah's leader, Hassan Nasrallah, has the ability to strike any place in the country, even Tel Aviv, I realize that there was a small gleam in almost everyone's eyes, a kind of unconscious breath of relief.
And no, it's not that we Israelis long for war or death or grief, but we do long for those "old days" the taxi driver talked about.
We long for a real war to take the place of all those exhausting years of intifada when there was no black or white, only gray, when we were confronted not by armed forces, but only by resolute young people wearing explosive belts, years when the aura of bravery ceased to exist, replaced by long lines of people waiting at our checkpoints, women about to give birth and elderly people struggling to endure the stifling heat.
Suddenly, the first salvo of missiles returned us to that familiar feeling of a war fought against a ruthless enemy who attacks our borders, a truly vicious enemy, not one fighting for its freedom and self-determination, not the kind that makes us stammer and throws us into confusion.
Once again we're confident about the rightness of our cause and we return with lightning speed to the bosom of the patriotism we had almost abandoned. Once again, we're a small country surrounded by enemies, fighting for our lives, not a strong, occupying country forced to fight daily against a civilian population.
So is it any wonder that we're all secretly just a tiny bit relieved? Give us Iran, give us a pinch of Syria, give us a handful of Nasrallah and we'll devour them whole. After all, we're no better than anyone else at resolving moral ambiguities. But we always did know how to win a war.
I see and read about the conflict and think "oh why does Israel have to go down this path again"
however I have to admit this article made me smile
it may not be unambivantly moral (there's a saber rattling op-ed by Charles Krauthammer in today's Washington Post which made me furious) but it this article I hear the voice of an Israel I believe in, ordinary decent and under attack. It is always easy to attack and condemn an Isaeli Government and harder to walk around in their shoes. The simplicities of a war, us and them, away from the moral ambiguities of Gaza, the West Bank, suicide bombers and the intifada are seductive but illusory, last time the Lebanon turned into a quagmire. Certainly Israel, like the US, can win a conventional war: but an irregular one like last time in the Lebanon or the US in Iraq? I think Israeli governments need to start winning the peace. I fully realise that is easier said than done and shall we say perhaps a little difficult when facing an enemy which seeks to drive you into the sea, but that is the real task at hand not military adventurism.
Shalom The Way We War - International Herald Tribune |
