Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Elder of Ziyon
As my family beings to settle into a daily routine here in Judea. My husband and I are beginning to establish ourselves in building a small business for ourselves, and it's hard. Working in Israel is tough. Most people do a few things just to make ends meet, but what matters most is that no one ever starves. Jews help each other every day and miracles from G-d are seen. One of the things I do for a living is maintenance and cleaning for the school my daughter attends.
On Fridays, in Area A of the Palestinian Authority, where Jewish land is declared "Judenrein" (Jew-free) I was in the very last classroom closest to the Palestinian village doing my finishing touches before erev Shabbat. Broadcasting from every mosque in sight in a booming decible was the sermon that encourages Palestinians to murder Jews and throw us into the sea. I can understand some Arabic. Something something Allahu Akhbar, something something yehudim, rinse and repeat all over again. This lunacy takes place every Friday in order to annoy Jews as we prepare for our Shabbat. How this people can ever get away from committing violence will be more than a miracle.
Imagine you lived in a village, town or city where recordings were constantly telling you to go out and kill a nation because you were taught false myths from birth that Jews stole from you? The Palestinian clerics use past recordings to instill hatred and terror into their people over and over again. They play it so loud that at 4 am, it's my alarm clock. The Muslim call to prayer outside of the sermon sounds like people groaning who have been stuck in purgatory or hell for thousands of years. IT IS that creepy to listen to. It feels as though any moment, a Palestinian terrorist could descend upon the classroom I am in where all around me is darkness outside and murder me and my daughter. At any moment, it could be any Israeli at any time.
I am usually fear-free as security is all around us. Though not usually seen, it is always there with monitors, electric fencing and guards driving and walking around. I personally like to see the guns in front of me. However, I trust my country implicitely to handle security measures at all times.
When I see no security I feel it isn't there. When I see no guards, I fear for my life. When I am cleaning in this room, I shake. I know the yishuv security is all around me. However, last night another sermon came on their loudspeakers. When your daughter says, "Mom, I'm really scared right now." I'm an Israeli mother now. I'm supposed to be tough. Do I cower in fear and show weakness to a child so new to a language she's never spoken before August? Do I act like a whining two year old to a former home schooled girl just trying to fit in and make friends? Or, do I show her that we are a courageous, resilient people with thousands of years of history. A people who were exiled from our land but who kept our faith. We tried unceasingly to come home - and succeeded More importantly, we are not going to stoop to the level of the Palestinians, a people living in conditions of corruption, drug trafficking and terror. We not will be vigilantes. But we will defend ourselves to the teeth.
The question of why my government allows the mosques that surround Judea and Samaria to broadcast these sermons perplexes me. Why not send in our army to shut down these recordings permanently? Mosques that no one goes to pray in. Why fight terror when allowing these messages to be played deflates the purpose of peace through strength. I don't know which cleric is ranting, but why haven't more been brought to justice for incitement? Why hasn't Raed Salah, head of the Islamic Movement in Israel been put in a jail for life? Why do we allow an offshoot of the Muslim Brotherhood to exist and live off the fruits of our labor? And when will the Knesset ban these inciters for life, exile them from our land and deport them to the country or their birthplace?
We always hear in Hebrew, "slowly slowly." Unfortunately. We can't afford to slow down legislation against seventh century throwbacks who are not wanted anywhere else in the world. We have been too nice. It is time for the Prime Minister to set his sights on this issue and pass a law banning any and all Mosques from airing their creepy groaning and terror messages for good.
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