A secular Jew's view

Saturday, January 28, 2006

The navel of the world?

In Jewish tradition, Jerusalem is @Taburo shel Olam@, the navel of the world.
And here I am, contemplating my navel.

Actually it is a schizophrenic city, composed of two distinct personalities that hate each other while inhabiting the same body.

The western half is mostly Jewish and Israeli and contains the major institutions of Israel's national capital: the President, Parliament, Supreme Court, etc.

The eastern half is Palestinian Arab, mostly Moslem, partly Christian, and contains places deemed Holy by Judaism, Christianity and Islam.

The western half is modern, European, with hi-tech, museums, concerts, galleries, bookshops and traffic jams.

The eastern half is ancient, oriental, low-tech, crowded, noisy, and in many parts inaccessible
to cars.

I live in the western part. I only go to the eastern part when I am escorting visitors from overseas who want to see the exotic, biblical Jerusalem, or so they think.

Both parts of Jerusalem are run by the same municipality which is elected by the Jews but boycotted by the Arabs.

A Jerusalemite (in Hebrew Yerushalmi, in Arabic Qudsi) is usually religious, whether Jewish,Moslem or Christian.

I happen to be secular.

I do not think God has been helpful to this city or to my people, and we can do without Him.

In fact too much blood has been shed in the name of God, or Jesus or Allah or whatever His followers call Him.

I hope that one day Jerusalem will be the Capital of Secular Humanism and will be freed of all this religious twaddle.

But that will not be in my lifetime.

Comments are welcome.


YERUSHALMI

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Blogger Yerushalmi said...

Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Memorial Day in Jerusalem
Today being the occasion for Israel to honour its war dead, I strolled to the park at the end of our street in Jerusalem, overlooking the beautiful Valley of Sorek through which the Philistines marched up 3000 years ago to invade Judea, and were trounced by King David.

There, amid blue and white flags, sat hundreds of little children from the neighbourhood school. They held a very impressive and moving ceremony that concluded with a fervent prayer for peace. The children behaved with a dignity far beyond their years.

I then moved on to a small memorial nearby where clusters of mourners had gathered for prayers.

Here the names of four young neighbours are carved into a rock set in a little garden. They were all murdered by a Palestinian terrorist suicide bomber in a city bus on their way to work.

I went there to honour my neighbours and their sacrifice. Also to give thanks that my eldest daughter had missed the bus that fateful morning.

Today we rejoice in the grandson she has given us. Her life was saved because the battery went dead in her bedside alarm clock. She was late for work. But she is with us.

If I had been religious I might have seen the hand of God. As a secular Israeli-and hopefully still a rational one- I know it was pure chance that kept my daughter alive.

Such is the stuff of life in Jerusalem.
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