Monday, April 19, 2004

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Sunday, April 18, 2004

My latest contribution to the future of the human race: WikiNation

Friday, April 16, 2004

Pim is coming to town. We're chatting now about going to Borough Market.
Hiba says:

People have become numb on both sides and they feel like their neighbors have become their enemies. It is horrible that innocent people are dying in both Palestine and Israel, and God willing (Inshallah) this terrible fighting will end soon. Arabs and Jews need to realize that we have more in common than we do differences. I'm sick about hearing whats wrong with the Middle East. We should show the world what is beautiful about the part of the world we come from, and that should start with peace.


Well, this you might find more related to the experiences with your 19 month old toddler.

I's having congestion problems for over a month now. Stuffed nose, which leads to blocked ears, which leads to us waking up at 2am to the sound of soul-chilling shrieks of pain. You know the drill..

A couple of days ago we were having dinner with Seb and Ana, and eventual got to the issue of common child ails. It started as "well, I don't believe any of this homeopathic mumble jumble. But you know, there's one think that works" and turned into a 2 hour exchange of folk-medicine knowledge.

So, that night I. went to bed with a hot water bottle under his head. The next morning we put him on a no-dairy diet.

We have slept the night through, without being waked once, for two days in a row. Man it feels gooooood!

Thursday, April 15, 2004

Tahini? T'hina? T'xina? Let your voice be heard!
Michael just pointed me to http://www.radioparadise.com/. Just the kind of background music I need now. Thanks!

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

The BBC magazine ran a story about the refusing to kill event I participated in. Well, they got me wrong. I said the day I woke up in prison I was a free man, not the day I was released (which would be obvious).

But the reason you should read that piece is the story of Elsa. After hearing her, I was ashamed to open my mouth.
Next year, I think I'll add an orange to my seder plate. Funny I learnt about this from Pim (and thanks!)

Saturday, April 03, 2004

We're off to Pembrokeshire. Doing the Seder in a Caravan with the Portnoys and a couple of Puffins.

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

I'm reading this paper, never mind which, and it goes on and on about this great theory, and how the world will be better if we all pick it up, etc. This led me to develop a theory of my own, in philosophy and sociology of science. My theory involves classifying scientific theories on the basis of their degree of PATOI, which stands for Providing Acronyms for Trivial and Obvious Ideas. A "soft PATOI" theory is one that, after scattering a lot of verbal smoke, actually emerges with some new and useful ideas. A "pure PATOI" theory is content with simply being PATOI. And there's oh, so many of those.

Example of a PATOI theory?
"PATOI is a SDCF (Self Descriptive Conceptual Framework)".

Tuesday, March 30, 2004

And here it is. My first recipe on WikiBooks:Cookbook.



p.s.
No, this is not going to be a foodblog. This is just a tribute to Pim.
I have just spent two days with decent and intelligent people, Palestinians and Israelis, who because of the stupidity of their leaders and the shameful folly of my government are living a life I would not wish on a dog.


Gary Kamiya, Salon.

Sunday, March 28, 2004

From now on, if I post any recipes, I'll do it on the WikiBooks CookBook.

Friday, March 26, 2004

Itamar's topic for this term was "famous people". One of the people they learnt about is Bob Marley. Since I couldn't get a CD in any of the shops on Inverness st., I downloaded some tracks and burned one for him. So, now the dude's floating around the house singin' don't worry, 'bout a thing. I just hope he doesn't try to go for dreadlocks.
New word: Toothing.

Friday, March 19, 2004

In a perfect world, the President of the US of A would be a -
Black
Gay
Muslim
Woman.

right.

But surely, you guys can do better than G.W. Bush, no?

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p.s.
In a perfect world, the dude could be a white protestant male and it wouldn't make a difference.

Friday, March 12, 2004

Here's my notes for tonight's PayDay event



    In a way, I do not fit the title of this evening. I have been a soldier and commander in combat units of the Israeli army for 15 years - 3.5 years of regular army, and the rest in reserve army. Being a reserve infantry soldier means you get called to serve for about a month each year. 9 out of 10 times, this means enforcing Israeli rule in the occupied territories. I have always opposed the occupation, and fought against it. At the same time, I have always considered it my duty to perform whatever service I was called to. I still do, but my calling has changed.

    My refusal is an act of civil disobedience. It is conditional on circumstances, time and place. It is a complex position, and to explain it, I would need to explain how I view the current state of the conflict. To do that, I would have to start at the beginning – about 150 years ago. Obviously, a tough task for an 8 minute talk. Instead, I will try to share my personal experiences with you. I hope that these will provoke your questions.

    There are 4 refuser groups in Israel, with nearly 1,500 members, men and women, officers, soldiers, elite fighters, draftees and veterans. Since the outbreak of the second Intifada hundreds have been imprisoned for refusal, for terms ranging from 14 to 500 days. Each of these men and women walked his own, untrod trail. I cannot speak for all of them. I can say that my own decision was not driven by the fear that I, or my fellow commanders, might commit crimes. I have done things which you might question, but I have no remorse. I have complete confidence in my commanders and peers that they do only what they believe is necessary to protect lives, and they do it with the utmost decency.

    The problem is the occupation itself. As long as it exists, the things we have do to protect lives will be cruel and unjust. A state of the oppression is destructive, physically and morally, both to the oppressed and to the oppressor. I see the relations between me and mygovernmentt as a “civil contract”: I do what is necessary in the circumstances, the state does what is necessary to change them. Loosing the belief that governmentent is doing its best to end the occupation meant loosing the moral justification for my participation in it.

    But first, the news.

    After 4 years of struggle, 1.5 of them in prison, Yoni Ben Artzi has finally been exempted from Military service. Half a year before his projected draft date, Yoni notified the army that his conviction in pacifism does not permit him to serve. To this day, the army has refused to respect his declaration. The letter he had received a fortnight ago states that he is released on account of – check this out – lack of motivation. I defy anyone to claim that the IDF lacks a sense of Humor.

    Currently imprisoned for refusal are: Haggai Matar, Adam Maor, Noam Bahat, Matan Kaminer, Shimri Zameret, Inbar Gelbert, Maor Persai and Uri Fein. The first 5 are unconditional conscientious objectors. They have already server between 360 and 500 days in prison, and have recently been sentenced to another year. Inbal is a young woman who has accumulated over 40 days in prison for refusing draft. Maor and Uri are conditional refusers like me; they are serving their second term in prison. Liora Millo is expected to join them any day. LioraÂ’s appeal to the conscientious objectors committee has been rejected on account of her being a conditional refuser. She has already served 14 days in prison, and her case is currently held before the Supreme Court.

    These men and woman need your support. I’m sure you will all sign the petitions, donate, lobby etc. I wanted to ask you to do one small thing tonight: write one of them a letter, tell him or her that your heart is with them. I know it meant a lot to me, I’m sure it does to them.

    Now to my story.

    On 20 March, 2002 I was sentenced to 28 days in military prison for refusing to serve in the occupied territories.

    As I’ve mentioned, I had served for 3.5 years in regular army and another 12 in reserve, as a soldier and commander in combat units. A large part of my service had been in the Gaza and West Bank areas. About three years ago my regiment participated in the siege of Kalkilia. It was probably then that my stance began to shift. Several events that occurred in the following months persuaded me to do what many of my friends do: evade service. The next time I was called, I organized a "business trip" abroad.

    However, after my return I realized that what we often call "grey refusal" is not the right way for me. It is not my habit to lie to friends, and my army mates are among my best friends.

    It was at that point that I started seriously considering refusal. I knew that it was a matter of 6-12 months before I am called to service again, and that most chances are that my unit will again be sent to the occupied territories. But the way to refusal is long. There were 5 great mountains I had to surmount.

    The first, perhaps most banal, is mt. norm. Though I had my wild years (long hair, mind altering substances and all) most of my life has been conducted in the heart of "normality". I have been living happily with the same woman since the age of 21. This woman happens to be the mother of my two children, and my wife as well. I work an ordinary job, drive an ordinary car, see ordinary movies. It's surprising how hard it is to step out of this golden cage and do something quite extraordinary.

    The second summit to traverse is that of mt. "what will they say". Your friends, family, co-workers, the grocer. Mind you, I come from a country were the bus driver tells you its time for a haircut. ItÂ’s also a very patriotic country. People live in constant sense of threat, and the notion of one's obligation to defend his country is commonplace.

    The next big rock one hits is economic. Quite simply, refusing cost me a month's salary. Having a wife and two children to provide for, that is not something to take lightly. Furthermore, it could count for unjustified absence - in which case it is a legal clause for termination of contract.

    But all these are mere hills when you reach mt. loyalty. I'm not talking about love for your king and country. I'm not talking about obligation to the democratic system and its laws. Those exist, but I cannot believe anyone who says he is willing to kill himself, or others, for those noble causes. For most men, the only power strong enough to make them rise to battle is seeing their mates alongside. In refusing to serve I was deserting - not the army, but my friends. Friends who have walked shoulder to shoulder with me up some very dark paths. Friends who have stood back to back with me in some very tight spots. Friends who I would protect with my life, and they would protect mine with theirs. They were going to the hell of Gaza, and I to the safety of prison. What if one of my mates gets the bullet that had my name written on it?

    It took me nearly half a year, but in the end I ascended the summits of all these mountains, and reached the plateau beyond. At that point I called my company commander and asked if I could pay him a visit. I came to his home one day, just as his young son was on his way to bed. We talked - about work, studies, education, football. And then I told him that I will not join the regiment in our planned service in Gaza. For two hours he tried to convince me to change my mind. I'll never forget his words: "I'll always love and appreciate you as a person, but I think you are doing a despicable deed, pretty damn close to treason".

    After that he arranged for me to meet my battalion commander. Again, I spent a long evening with him. He raised some very hard questions - most of them I have been through, but some were new. "Most officers and commanders in the battalion are as left wing as you are. They all think the occupation is atrocious, hopeless and wrong. Still, they believe that their effect is greater in being there, and assuring decent human conduct. What influence do you think your refusal will have? Who will be impressed by it? On the other hand, in a few years we will be called to forcibly remove settlements. What will you say to right-wing soldiers that will refuse then?"

    I told him that the most I can promise is to go home and think about his words. And I did. It was then that I found myself at the feet of the most treacherous mountain of them all: mt. doubt. how can I know that I am doing the right thing? What if history will prove me wrong? What if no one will notice? What if it is true that we are facing a nation who's only desire is our destruction? What if, given enough time, I would see things differently?

    There is only one way over this peak: you don't know what's right. You feel it.

    For me the way to go about it was to ask myself, what would I be comfortable explaining to my 5 year old son. I realized that I have no problem telling him that I'm going to prison for refusal. I will have a hard time expelling some of the things I did in the occupied territories.

    After three days I called my commanders and told them that my decision is firm. We agreed on the screenplay from there on: I would report with my battalion as usual, do the short training with everyone, and when the busses load for Gaza, I will stand trial.

    On 20 March, 2002 my battalion commander court-martialled me for inappropriate conduct. He found me guilty, and sentenced me to 28 days in prison. On the 21st I woke up in military prison 6, and I knew I was a free man - free as I have never been before.

Monday, March 08, 2004

If you're in the Bay area, you can catch Eyal at Berkeley on March 10th.
Heard Eyal Weizman talk about politics and planning in Israel at the Jewish book week last night (along with Zvi Efrat, Ilan Troen). Fascinating.

Friday, March 05, 2004

Peretz Kidron will be in London to launch his book REFUSENIK!. He'll be accompanied by Eilat Maoz from the Shministim.

You can also catch them at Ilford 11/3, Leicester 13/3, London SOAS 15/3, York Univ. 16/3, Durham Univ. 16/3, Dundee 17/3, Glasgow 17/3, St. Andrew 18/3, Manchester 20/3, Brighton 21/3, Cardiff 22/3, Bercon 23/3, Birmingham 24/3.

Contact Ilana Bakal: ilanbakal@yahoo.com

Thursday, March 04, 2004

Bruce Sterling, greenhouse effect, dead media. MirrorShades looks like a nice place to spenda lazy Sunday afternoon.

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

Itamar concert is featured in the Camden New Journal.

Urban voices are raised in an epic song of love… and hates


SINGERS, songwriters and musicians wowed an audience with their musical impression of life in Gospel Oak at a concert.
Hundreds of parents and friends packed Talacre Sports Centre in Kentish Town last Wednesday evening to hear the 300-voice choir of primary school pupils – some as young as five – and residents perform an epic song written as part of a community project dubbed Urban Voices.


He's the cool dude in the striped shirt.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Arik Diamant, the chairman of Refusing for Israel (aka Ometz leSarev) has a piece in today's Ha'aretz, titled Immoral ethical codes
Giorgio asked me to speak at an evening titled Refusing to kill. At first I hesitated. But then I decided its a chance to mention the five, so I said yes.

The time out blurb says

Friday 12 March 7pm, Godwin & Crowndale Community Hall,
Crowndale Road, NW1, tube Mornington Crescent: Refusing to Kill - An
evening with refuseniks from Eritrea, World War 2, Gulf War 1 & 2, Israel.
Organized by Payday, a network of men working with the Global Women's
Strike. Tel 020 7209 4751 www.refusingtokill.net


If you come, say hi.

Sunday, February 29, 2004

Now, about this civilian prison thing. I understand the boys were accused of corrupting the youth. Well, < href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trial_of_Socrates">Socrates had to drink hemlock for that.

But seriously. Military prison is not my favorite holiday destination, but you survive it. The discipline is strict, which is precisely why you don't get stabbed in your bed or raped in the showers. Civilian prison is quite a different ball game. Military prison inmates are mostly guys who had their hat on the wrong way and happened to meet their commander just after he'd had a row with his girlfriend. Civilian prison inmates are mostly criminals.

When I was there, some of the prison staff weren't too happy about us refusniks. We were somewhat more educated, more opinionated, and didn't really take the prison game too seriously. Others found us very convenient. We had these odd habits, like cleaning up our cells voluntarily and reading books. At some point we organized a prison university. Once a day someone would give a lecture on some topic he was informed in. I gave one on game theory, another guy talked about the history of black Jazz. Yet another told us about the Reserve police battalion 101. Like I said, corrupting the youth.

I don't really know what the 5 were doing, but transfer to a civilian prison seems a bit too vindictive.
Dutchmarbel (sorry - no idea where your site is) says he wishes he (she?) could do more for the refusniks than " hang up a poster, write letters, have a banner on my website and tell others..."

Well, the quickest, easiest and one of the most important things to do is tell the boys your heart is with them. Just mail them prisoners@refuz.org.il.

Of course they don't have email access in prison, but it will be delivered.

One of the things that helped me most when I did my time was the support I received from all over the world. Its not easy to keep your conviction and strength in these conditions. Its much harder doing a whole year in a civilian prison. Just let them know there sacrifice is not in vain.