This past April 15th, when my parents were visiting in Israel, my father and I had a unique opportunity to attend a Yom Ha’atzmaut picnic organized by a group of former refusniks (Jews who spent many years trying to leave the Soviet Union). We were invited because my father had studied Hebrew under the tutelage of Arye Volvovsky (of Efrat) who ended up spending three years in a Soviet prison for his “anti-government” activities.
When it comes to morality, Israel has been accused of the worst crimes one can imagine in its 35+ year old conflict against the “Palestinian people,” an entity unknown prior to around 1976, when arch-terrorist Yasser Arafat rose amongst the ranks of his Egyptian classmates, and, along with a bunch of individuals who on both a physical and mental level can be compared best to Freddy Crugar/The Three Stooges, founded the PLO, an organization with the stated claim of “liberating Palestine.”
As US-Russia relations have hit a post-Cold War low, Israelis are left wondering if Russia would be a better, more stable ally for Israel than the U.S. has been. This isn’t an altogether hypothetical question: the USSR started out supporting Israel and turned towards the Arabs after the Six Day War when it became clear Israel wasn’t about to become another puppet Communist regime.
I woke up today with that sinking feeling: I remembered that day when I was living in Skokie and attending junior high school. Those were some of the happiest days…
Every time Israel makes concessions to the Arabs, I hear American Jews voicing their disapproval. But they voice their disapproval with us not only when things don’t go their way–they’ve realized they have to come up with reason to hate the State of Israel and everything that represents Zionist values because if they don’t, it looks like they’re hypocrites.
When Rabin signed Oslo, he set the precedent for Israel’s suicidal attempt to give land away to its enemies in search of an elusive peace. He did this in order to quench his thirst to be known, loved and respected by the world. Bill Clinton supported him in life–and in death. He gave him his full backing every step of the way.
The man had apparently been in some far-off part of the world–Morocco, I guessed, when two young Arabs approached him and told him to follow them. He realized they were armed and wanted to kill him.
This past Sunday, the US State Department leaked reports that the Israeli Air Force had hit multiple targets in Syria for the second time in 48 hours.
Two big news stories from last week struck me as relevant to us, here in Israel. One (actually, there were about a dozen such stories but they can all be united under one red-white-and-black umbrella) was continued attacks on Jews in Judea and Samaria.
I met Anett Haskia, a woman I hadn’t previously heard of, on a pro-Israel Facebook page run by Cliff Pinto, a guy I’ve come to respect for his deep understanding of the Arab-Israeli conflict and love for the Jewish people.
I felt that this week’s drash was especially relevant to the events taking place in the Jewish community today. In Korach, we witness the biggest threat to Moshe’s position of leadership–and to the future of the Jewish people. Korach leads a popular rebellion against the Moshe, the single most significant representative of the Jewish people we’ve even known.
And the land wept in grief, For he who loved it most was no more, The land did not flourish, nor did it swell like she who would give birth, He was not there to hold her hand, With her to go forth.
Zionist activists in Israel and abroad seem to have settled on a theme du jour for just about everything they say and do. “Israel is being unfairly treated by the world.” I see it in the news every day and it’s becoming a menace. Not because it’s not true but because it’s being misapplied.
Former PM Menachem Begin championed the doctrine of prevention and preemption when it came to Israel’s enemies. His 1981 strike on the Osirik nuclear plant is well-documented as one of the most daring raids by the Israeli Air Force.
The night was still young and the yeshiva students were just beginning to get into their groove. It was Shavuot night, when Jews around the world stay up learning as a “tikkun”
Judaism means everything to me. It’s a part of my life from the second I get up in the morning to the moment I fall asleep at night–and it also accompanies me in my dreams.
Boaz Toparovsky is an old-time friend and now a member of the Knesset. He represents Yair Lapid’s Yesh Atid, a party that no one expected to get a staggering 19 mandates in the recent elections.
It appeared to me in a dream, What was it who knows? Behind its hideous mask, the soul of the creature arose, For beneath it somewhere, I could sense a familiar stare, Could it possibly be? A reminder, a twinkle of hope, In the ocean of thought so remote, So far and yet so near, That I shook and trembled in fear, The mask’s lips slightly moved and a sound: Like the cry of a million trumpets, Like the beat of a million drums, And yet so sullen, so quiet, like a perilous journey begun.
This is a song I wrote and recorded with my friend, Matvey (video by Speedy of SpeedyMedia) about a year ago. I’ve since posted it on Youtube, haven’t gotten very many views and haven’t tried too hard to promote it.
Moti Yogev is a former commando chief; a man with a rare mixture of a deep love for the Land and people of Israel and a clear vision for the future.
A Song (In Hebrew) Dedicated to Yom Yerushalayim and Rehavaam Ze’evi (Gandi) H”YD–שיר המולדת (לרגל יום ירושלים ולזכר גיבור ישראל, רחבעם זאבי “גנדי” ה”יד)
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This is a recent song I wrote. It’s dedicated to my future wife (whoever she will be). In it, I talk about that perfect woman every guy dreams of meeting.