From Arlene Kusnner:
April 22, 2014
The Time of our Freedom. Another term for the Pesach Holiday which is just completing (last night here in Israel, tonight outside of Israel). As I picked up news over the holiday that gave me a knot of considerable dimensions in my stomach, I knew how I had to begin this first post-holiday post:
Herut. Freedom. It was supposed to be that the Jewish People, having reached Israel, would be free.
Credit: Menachem Kahana/AFP
But what I see is that we are still enslaved. Enslaved to a galut (diaspora) mentality: bowing still before international public opinion. Worried about what “they” will say, or do.
When last I wrote, it was clear that the continuation of the “peace negotiations” was going to be a non-starter. Or, at very least, if the two sides were to return to the table, it would come to absolutely nothing. I had hoped to be done with writing about this, hoped that there would be nothing more to write in this regard. But, alas, it was not to be.
Our prime minister – however ludicrous the situation and the demands of the PA – never says with finality, “Look guys, the current situation is obscene. We’ve given it our honest best, and we’ve had it.” He prefers to play that game, so that the “failure” of the talks doesn’t appear to be our “fault,” all the while knowing it can go nowhere.
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Just hours before the beginning of Pesach here, there was a terrorist attack: