You would think that after 14 years of living in Israel, that I would be used to this.
You would think that after more than a hundred years of being in the land of Israel, that my Jewish neighbors, friends and compatriots would be used to this.
We are not.
I hardly even know how to describe the feeling. I am outraged. I am horrified. I am dumfounded.
It’s like having a relative who is psychotic. (I have one of those.) She’s sweet and kind and lovable 99% of the time, but 1% of the time you will find a knife between your ribs, if you stop paying attention.
That’s already happened to me twice. You’d think I’d learn.
The interesting thing about psychotic relatives is that no one believes that you have one, until you show up at the hospital emergency ward with that knife.
The same goes for Israel. The rest of the world doesn’t believe that our neighbors are psychotic, but now that we have this knife in our back…
NOW they believe.