Saturday, April 14, 2007

[wvns] Sara Roy: A Jewish Plea

How Can Children of the Holocaust Do Such Things?


A Jewish Plea
By SARA ROY
April 7 / 8, 2007
http://www.counterpunch.org/roy04072007.html


We have nothing to lose except everything.

Albert Camus


During the summer my husband and I had a conversion ceremony for our
adopted daughter, Jess. We took her to the mikvah, a Jewish ritual
bath where she was totally submerged in a pool of living water --
living because it is fed in part by heavenly rain -- and momentarily
suspended as we are in the womb, emerging the same yet transformed.
This ritual of purification, transformation and rebirth is central to
Judaism and it signifies renewal and possibility.

The day of Jess's conversion was also the day that Israel began its
pitiless bombing of Lebanon and nearly three weeks into Israel's
violent assault on Gaza, a place that has been my second home for the
last two decades. This painful juxtaposition of rebirth and
destruction remains with me, weighing heavily, without respite. Yet,
the link deeply forged in our construction of self as Jews, between my
daughter's acceptance into Judaism and Israel's actions-between
Judaism and Zionism -- a link that I never accepted uncritically but
understood as historically inevitable and understandable, is one that
for me, at least, has now been broken.

For unlike past conflicts involving Israel and the Palestinian and
Arab peoples this one feels qualitatively different -- a turning point
-- not only with regard to the nature of Israel's horrific response --
its willingness to destroy and to do so utterly -- but also with
regard to the virtually unqualified support of organized American
Jewry for Israel's brutal actions, something that is not new but now
no longer tolerable to me.

I grew up in a home where Judaism was defined and practiced not so
much as a religion but as a system of ethics and culture. God was
present but not central. Israel and the notion of a Jewish homeland
were very important to my parents, who survived Auschwitz, Chelmno and
Buchenwald. But unlike many of their friends, my parents were not
uncritical of Israel. Obedience to a state was not a primary Jewish
value, especially after the Holocaust. Judaism provided the context
for Jewish life, for values and beliefs that were not dependent upon
national or territorial boundaries, but transcended them to include
the other, always the other. For my mother and father Judaism meant
bearing witness, raging against injustice and refusing silence. It
meant compassion, tolerance, and rescue. In the absence of these
imperatives, they taught me, we cease to be Jews.

Many of the people, both Jewish and others, who write about
Palestinians and Arabs fail to accept the fundamental humanity of the
people they are writing about, a failing born of ignorance, fear and
racism. Within the organized Jewish community especially, it has
always been unacceptable to claim that Arabs, Palestinians especially,
are like us, that they, too, possess an essential humanity and must be
included within our moral boundaries, ceasing to be "a kind of
solution," a useful, hostile "other" to borrow from Edward Said. That
any attempt at separation is artificial, an abstraction.

By refusing to seek proximity over distance, we calmly, even
gratefully refuse to see what is right before our eyes. We are no
longer compelled, if we ever were, to understand our behavior from
positions outside our own, to enter, as Jacqueline Rose has written,
into each other's predicaments and make what is one of the hardest
journeys of the mind. Hence, there is no need to maintain a living
connection with the people we are oppressing, to humanize them, taking
into account the experience of subordination itself, as Said would
say. We are not preoccupied by our cruelty nor are we haunted by it.
The task, ultimately, is to tribalize pain, narrowing the scope of
human suffering to ourselves alone. Such willful blindness leads to
the destruction of principle and the destruction of people,
eliminating all possibility of embrace, but it gives us solace.

Why is it so difficult, even impossible to incorporate Palestinians
and other Arab peoples into the Jewish understanding of history? Why
is there so little perceived need to question our own narrative (for
want of a better word) and the one we have given others, preferring
instead to cherish beliefs and sentiments that remain impenetrable?
Why is it virtually mandatory among Jewish intellectuals to oppose
racism, repression and injustice almost anywhere in the world and
unacceptable -- indeed, for some, an act of heresy -- to oppose it
when Israel is the oppressor, choosing concealment over exposure? For
many among us history and memory adhere to preclude reflection and
tolerance, where, in the words of Northrop Frye, "the enemy become,
not people to be defeated, but embodiments of an idea to be exterminated."

What happens to the other as we, a broken and weary people,
continually abuse him, turning him into the enemy we now want and
need, secure in a prophecy that is thankfully self-fulfilling?

What happens to a people when renewal and injustice are rapturously
joined?

A new discourse of the unconscious

We speak without mercy, numb to the pain of others, incapable of being
reached-unconscious. Our words are these:

* " . . . [W]e must not forget,' wrote Ze'ev Schiff, the senior
political and military analyst for the Israeli newspaper Ha'aretz,
"the most important aspect of this war: Hezbollah and what this
terrorist organization symbolizes must be destroyed at any price. . .
.What matters is not the future of the Shiite town of Bint Jbail or
the Hezbollah positions in Maroun Ras, but the future and safety of
the State of Israel." "If Israel doesn't improve its military cards in
the fighting, we will feel the results in the political solution."

* "We must reduce to dust the villages of the south . . ." stated
Haim Ramon, long known as a political dove and Israel's Minister of
Justice. "I don't understand why there is still electricity there."
"Everyone in southern Lebanon is a terrorist and is connected to
Hizbollah. . . What we should do in southern Lebanon is employ huge
firepower before a ground force goes in." Israel's largest selling
newspaper, Yedioth Ahronoth put it this way: "A village from which
rockets are fired at Israel will simply be destroyed by fire. This
decision should have been made and executed after the first Katyusha.
But better late than never."

* "[F]or every katyusha barrage on Haifa, 10 Dahiya buildings will
be bombed," said the IDF Chief of Staff, Dan Halutz. Eli Yishai,
Israel's Deputy Prime Minister, proposed turning south Lebanon into a
"sandbox", while Knesset member Moshe Sharoni called for the
obliteration of Gaza, and Yoav Limor, a Channel 1 military
correspondent, suggested an exhibition of Hezbollah corpses followed
by a parade of prisoners in their underwear in order "to strengthen
the home front's morale."

* "Remember: distorted philosophical sensitivity [sic] to human
lives will make us pay the real price of the lives of many, and the
blood of our sons," read an advertisement in Ha'aretz.

* "[A]ccording to Jewish law," announced the Yesha Rabbinical
Council, "during a time of battle and war, there is no such term as
'innocents of the enemy'."

* "But speaking from our own Judaic faith and legal legacy,"
argued the Rabbinical Council of America, "we believe that Judaism
would neither require nor permit a Jewish soldier to sacrifice himself
in order to save deliberately endangered enemy civilians. This is
especially true when confronting a barbaric enemy who would by such
illicit, consistent, and systematic means seek to destroy not only the
Jewish soldier, but defeat and destroy the Jewish homeland. New
realities do indeed require new responses."

* The Israeli author, Naomi Ragan, after learning that many of the
war dead in Lebanon were children, wrote "Save your sympathy for the
mothers and sisters and girlfriends of our young soldiers who would
rather be sitting in study halls learning Torah, but have no choice
but to risk their precious lives full of hope, goodness and endless
potential, to wipe out the cancerous terrorist cells that threaten
their people and all mankind. Make your choice, and save your tears."

Many of us, perhaps most, have declared that all Palestinians and
Lebanese are the enemy, threatening our -- Israel and the Jewish
people's -- existence. Everyone we kill and every house we demolish is
therefore a military target, legitimate and deserving. Terrorism is
part of their culture and we must strengthen our ability to deter.
Negotiation, to paraphrase the Israeli scholar, Yehoshua Porat,
writing during the 1982 Lebanon war, is a "veritable catastrophe for
Israel." The battlefield will preserve us.

The French critic and historian, Hippolyte Taine, observed:

"Imagine a man who sets out on a voyage equipped with a pair of
spectacles that magnify things to an extraordinary degree. A hair on
his hand, a spot on the tablecloth, the shifting fold of a coat, all
will attract his attention; at this rate, he will not go far, he will
spend his day taking six steps and will never get out of his room."


We are content in our room and seek no exit.

In our room, compassion and conscience are dismissed as weakness,
where pinpoint surgical strikes constitute restraint and civility and
momentary ceasefires, acts of humanity and kindness. "Leave your home,
we are going to destroy it." Several minutes later another home in
Gaza, another history, is taken, crushed. The warning, though, is not
for them but for us-it makes us good and clean. What better
illustration of our morality: when a call to leave one's home minutes
before it is bombed is considered a humane gesture.

Our warnings have another purpose: they make our actions legitimate
and our desire for legitimacy is unbounded, voracious. This is perhaps
the only thing Palestinians (and now the Lebanese) have withheld from
us, this object of our desire. If legitimacy will not be bestowed then
it must be created. This explains Israel's obsession with laws and
legalities to insure in our own eyes that we do not transgress, making
evil allowable by widening the parameters of license and
transgression. In this way we insure our goodness and morality,
through a piece of paper, which is enough for us.

What are Jews now capable of resisting: tyranny? Oppression?
Occupation? Injustice? We resist none of these things, no more. For
too many among us they are no longer evil but necessary and good-we
cannot live, survive without them. What does that make us? We look at
ourselves and what do we see: a non-Jew, a child, whose pain we
inflict effortlessly, whose death is demanded and unquestioned,
bearing validity and purpose.

What do we see: a people who now take pleasure in hating others.
Hatred is familiar to us if nothing else. We understand it and it is
safe. It is what we know. We do not fear our own distortion -- do we
even see it? -- but the loss of our power to deter, and we shake with
a violent palsy at a solution that shuns the suffering of others. Our
pathology is this: it lies in our struggle to embrace a morality we no
longer possess and in our need for persecution of a kind we can no
longer claim but can only inflict.

We are remote from the conscious world -- brilliantly ignorant,
blindly visionary, unable to resist from within. We live in an
unchanging place, absent of season and reflection, devoid of normality
and growth, and most important of all, emptied-or so we aim -- of the
other. A ghetto still but now, unlike before, a ghetto of our own making.

What is our narrative of victory and defeat? What does it mean to win?
Bombed cars with white civilian flags still attached to their windows?
More dead and dismembered bodies of old people and children littered
throughout villages that have been ravaged? An entire country disabled
and broken? Non-ending war? This is our victory, our achievement,
something we seek and applaud. And how do we measure defeat? Losing
the will to continue the devastation? Admitting to our persecution of
others, something we have never done?

We can easily ignore their suffering, cut them from their food, water,
electricity, and medicine, confiscate their land, demolish their crops
and deny them egress -- suffocate them, our voices stilled. Racism
does not allow us to see Arabs as we see ourselves; that is why we
rage when they do not fail from weakness but instead we find ourselves
failing from strength. Yet, in our view it is we who are the only
victims, vulnerable and scarred. All we have is the unnaturalness of
our condition.

As an unconscious people, we have perhaps reached our nadir with many
among us now calling for a redefinition of our ethics-the core of who
we are -- to incorporate the need to kill women and children if Jewish
security required it. "New realities do indeed require new responses,"
says the Rabbinical Council of America. Now, for us, violence is
creation and peace is destruction.

Ending the process of creation and rebirth after the Holocaust

Can we be ordinary, an essential part of our rebirth after the
Holocaust? Is it possible to be normal when we seek refuge in the
margin, and remedy in the dispossession and destruction of another
people? How can we create when we acquiesce so willingly to the
demolition of homes, construction of barriers, denial of sustenance,
and ruin of innocents? How can we be merciful when, to use Rose's
words, we seek "omnipotence as the answer to historical pain?" We
refuse to hear their pleading, to see those chased from their homes,
children incinerated in their mother's arms. Instead we tell our
children to inscribe the bombs that will burn Arab babies.

We argue that we must eliminate terrorism. What do we really know of
their terrorism, and of ours? What do we care? Rather, with language
that is denuded and infested-give them more time to bomb so that
Israel's borders can be natural-we engage repeatedly in a war of
desire, a war not thrust upon us but of our own choosing, ingratiating
ourselves with the power to destroy others and insensate to the death
of our own children. What happens to a nation, asks the Israeli writer
David Grossman, that cannot save its own child, words written before
his own son was killed in Lebanon?

There are among Israelis real feelings of vulnerability and fear,
never resolved but used, intensified. Seeing one's child injured or
killed is the most horrible vision -- Israelis are vulnerable, far
more than other Jews. Yet, we as a people have become a force of
extremism, of chaos and disorder, trying to plow an unruly
sea-addicted to death and cruelty, intoxicated, with one ambition: to
mock the pauper.

Judaism has always prided itself on reflection, critical examination,
and philosophical inquiry. The Talmudic mind examines a sentence, a
word, in a multitude of ways, seeking all possible interpretations and
searching constantly for the one left unsaid. Through such scrutiny it
is believed comes the awareness needed to protect the innocent,
prevent injury or harm, and be closer to God.

Now, these are abhorred, eviscerated from our ethical system. Rather
the imperative is to see through eyes that are closed, unfettered by
investigation. We conceal our guilt by remaining the abused, despite
our power, creating situations where our victimization is assured and
our innocence affirmed. We prefer this abyss to peace, which would
hurl us unacceptably inward toward awareness and acknowledgement.

Jews do not feel shame over what they have created: an inventory of
inhumanity. Rather we remain oddly appeased, even calmed by the
desolation. Our detachment allows us to bear such excess (and commit
it), to sit in Jewish cafes while Palestinian mothers are murdered in
front of their children in Gaza. I can now better understand how
horror occurs-how people, not evil themselves, can allow evil to
happen. We salve our wounds with our incapacity for remorse, which
will be our undoing.

Instead the Jewish community demands unity and conformity: "Stand with
Israel" read the banners on synagogues throughout Boston last summer.
Unity around what? There is enormous pressure -- indeed coercion --
within organized American Jewry to present an image of "wall to wall
unity" as a local Jewish leader put it. But this unity is an illusion
-- at its edges a smoldering flame rapidly engulfing its core -- for
mainstream Jewry does not speak for me or for many other Jews. And
where such unity exists, it is hollow built around fear not humanity,
on the need to understand reality as it has long been constructed for
us -- with the Jew as the righteous victim, the innocent incapable of
harm. It is as if our unbending support for Israel's militarism
"requires putting our minds as it were into Auschwitz where being a
Jew puts your existence on the line. To be Jewish means to be
threatened, nothing more. Hence, the only morality we can acknowledge
is saving Israel and by extension, ourselves." Within this paradigm,
it is dissent not conformity that will diminish and destroy us. We
hoard our victimization as we hoard our identity -- they are one --
incapable of change, a failing that will one day result in our own
eviction. Is this what Zionism has done to Judaism?

Israel's actions not only demonstrate the limits of Israeli power but
our own limitations as a people: our inability to live a life without
barriers, to free ourselves from an ethnic loyalty that binds and
contorts, to emerge, finally, from our spectral chamber.

Ending the (filial) link between Israel and the Holocaust

How can the children of the Holocaust do such things, they ask? But
are we really their rightful offspring?

As the Holocaust survivor dies, the horror of that period and its
attendant lessons withdraw further into abstraction and for some Jews,
many of them in Israel, alienation. The Holocaust stands not as a
lesson but as an internal act of purification where tribal attachment
rather than ethical responsibility is demanded and used to define
collective action. Perhaps this was an inevitable outcome of Jewish
nationalism, of applying holiness to politics, but whatever its
source, it has weakened us terribly and cost us greatly.

Silvia Tennenbaum, a survivor and activist writes: "No matter what
great accomplishments were ours in the diaspora, no matter that we
produced Maimonides and Spinoza, Moses Mendelssohn and hundreds of
others of mankind's benefactors -- not a warrior among them! -- we
look at the world of our long exile always in the dark light of the
Shoah. But this, in itself, is an obscene distortion: would the author
. . . Primo Levi, or the poet Paul Celan demand that we slaughter the
innocents in a land far from the snow-clad forests of Poland? Is it a
heroic act to murder a child, even the child of an enemy? Are my
brethren glad and proud? . . . And, it goes without saying, loyal Jews
must talk about the Holocaust. Ignore the images of today's dead and
dying and focus on the grainy black and white pictures showing the
death of Jews in the villages of Poland, at Auschwitz and Sobibor and
Bergen-Belsen. We are the first, the only true victims, the champions
of helplessness for all eternity."

What did my family perish for in the ghettos and concentration camps
of Poland? Is their role to be exploited and in the momentary absence
of violence, to be forgotten and abandoned?

Holocaust survivors stood between the past and the present, bearing
witness, sometimes silently, and even in word, often unheard. Yet,
they stood as a moral challenge among us and also as living
embodiments of a history, way of life and culture that long predated
the Holocaust and Zionism (and that Zionism has long denigrated),
refusing, in their own way, to let us look past them. Yet, this
generation is nearing its end and as they leave us, I wonder what is
truly left to take their place, to fill the moral void created by
their absence?

Is it, in the words of a friend, himself a Jew, a "memory manufactory,
with statues, museums and platoons of 'scholars' designed to preserve,
indeed ratchet up Jewish feelings of persecution and victimhood, a
Hitler behind every Katyusha or border skirmish, which must be met
with some of the same crude slaughterhouse tools the Nazis employed
against the Jews six decades ago: ghettos, mass arrests and the
denigration of their enemy's humanity?" Do we now measure success in
human bodies and in carnage, arguing that our dead bodies are worth
more than theirs, our children more vulnerable and holy, more in need
of protection and love, their corpses more deserving of shrouds and
burial? Is meaning for us to be derived from martyrdom or from
children born with a knife in their hearts? Is this how my grandmother
and grandfather are to be remembered?

Our tortured past and its images trespass upon our present not only in
Israel but in Gaza and Lebanon as well. "They were temporarily buried
in an empty lot with dozens of others," writes a New York Times
reporter in Lebanon. "They were assigned numbers, his wife and
daughter. Alia is No. 35 and Sally is No. 67. 'They are numbers now,'
said the father. There are no names anymore."

"They were shrunken figures, dehydrated and hungry," observes the
Washington Post. "Some had lived on candy bars, others on pieces of
dry bread. Some were shell-shocked, their faces blank . . . One never
made it. He was carried out on a stretcher, flies landing on lifeless
eyes that were still open."

As the rightful claimants to our past we should ask, How much damage
can be done to a soul? But we do not ask. We do not question the
destruction but only our inability to complete it, to create more
slaughter sites.

Can we ever emerge from our torpor, able to mourn the devastation?

Our ultimate eviction?

Where do Jews belong? Where is our place? Is it in the ghetto of a
Jewish state whose shrinking boundaries threaten, one day, to evict
us? We are powerful but not strong. Our power is our weakness, not our
strength, because it is used to instill fear rather than trust, and
because of that, it will one day destroy us if we do not change. More
and more we find ourselves detached from our past, suspended and
abandoned, alone, without anchor, aching-if not now, eventually-for
connection and succor. Grossman has written that as a dream fades it
does not become a weaker force but a more potent one, desperately
clung to, even as it ravages and devours.

We consume the land and the water behind walls and steel gates forcing
out all others. What kind of place are we creating? Are we fated to be
an intruder in the dust to borrow from Faulkner, whose presence shall
evaporate with the shifting sands? Are these the boundaries of our
rebirth after the Holocaust?

I have come to accept that Jewish power and sovereignty and Jewish
ethics and spiritual integrity are, in the absence of reform,
incompatible, unable to coexist or be reconciled. For if speaking out
against the wanton murder of children is considered an act of
disloyalty and betrayal rather than a legitimate act of dissent, and
where dissent is so ineffective and reviled, a choice is ultimately
forced upon us between Zionism and Judaism.

Rabbi Hillel the Elder long ago emphasized ethics as the center of
Jewish life. Ethical principles or their absence will contribute to
the survival or destruction of our people. Yet, today what we face is
something different and possibly more perverse: it is not the
disappearance of our ethical system but its rewriting into something
disfigured and execrable.

As Jews in a post-Holocaust world empowered by a Jewish state, how do
we as a people emerge from atrocity and abjection, empowered and also
humane, something that still eludes us? How do we move beyond fear and
omnipotence, beyond innocence and militarism, to envision something
different, even if uncertain? "How," asks Ahad Haam, the founding
father of cultural Zionism, "do you make a nation pause for thought?"

For many Jews (and Christians), the answer lies in a strong and
militarized Jewish state. For others, it is found in the very act of
survival. For my parents-defeating Hitler meant living a moral life.
They sought a world where "affirmation is possible and . . . dissent
is mandatory," where our capacity to witness is restored and
sanctioned, where we as a people refuse to be overcome by the darkness.

Can we ever turn away from our power to destroy?

It is here that I want to share a story from my family, to describe a
moment that has inspired all of my work and writing.

My mother and her sister had just been liberated from concentration
camp by the Russian army. After having captured all the Nazi officials
and guards who ran the camp, the Russian soldiers told the Jewish
survivors that they could do whatever they wanted to their German
persecutors. Many survivors, themselves emaciated and barely alive,
immediately fell on the Germans, ravaging them. My mother and my aunt,
standing just yards from the terrible scene unfolding in front of
them, fell into each other's arms weeping. My mother, who was the
physically stronger of the two, embraced my aunt, holding her close
and my aunt, who had difficulty standing, grabbed my mother as if she
would never let go. She said to my mother, "We cannot do this. Our
father and mother would say this is wrong. Even now, even after
everything we have endured, we must seek justice, not revenge. There
is no other way." My mother, still crying, kissed her sister and the
two of them, still one, turned and walked away.

What then is the source of our redemption, our salvation? It lies
ultimately in our willingness to acknowledge the other-the victims we
have created-Palestinian, Lebanese and also Jewish-and the injustice
we have perpetrated as a grieving people. Perhaps then we can pursue a
more just solution in which we seek to be ordinary rather then
absolute, where we finally come to understand that our only hope is
not to die peacefully in our homes as one Zionist official put it long
ago but to live peacefully in those homes.

When my daughter Jess was submerged under the waters of the mikvah for
the third and final time, she told me she saw rainbows under the
water. I shall take this beautiful image as a sign of her rebirth and
plead desperately for ours.

Sara Roy is Senior Research Scholar, Center for Middle Eastern Studie,
Harvard University. "A Jewish Plea" will be published in The War on
Lebanon: A Reader . Nubar Hovsepian (ed), Interlink Publishing, Spring
2007. Sara Roy can be reached at sroy @ fas.harvard.edu

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