Coming back from work yesterday, it took me almost two hours to get home on a route that usually takes 45 minutes. Lining both sides of the road, (yes, sides, not blocking traffic, just slowing it down) was car after car and family after family, all decked out in requisite orange. As we passed, they smiled, waved hands and flags and held signs protesting disengagement from Gaza. Complex personal feelings on the disengagent aside, I found the moving display of civil disobedience strangely endearing (for those who may need a refresher course on what constitues civil disobedience see Wikipedia or Dictonary.com).
“I look at the maps they use in schools these days, and they are drawn without Gaza or Judea and Samaria,” the woman I was riding with told me, “it looks like someone came and took whole bites out of our country”. Her army service was in the Border Police, where she was a commander and in charge of dismantling a Shomron settlement once, and worries about being called up again for disengagement. While she thinks that ultimately we have to leave Gaza, she doesn’t like the way it’s being done, ie, unilaterally.
While I am of similar opinion that disengagement is a neccessary evil, I nonetheless admire the movement aganst it (in part because I’ve seen those beaches, and secretly wish it was somehow viable to keep). I admire the fact that they’ve successfully mobilized oodles of teenagers to pass out orange flags and orage popsicles on the streets. I even envy those teenagers, for they have a very well defined cause worth fighting for and a very clear sense of purpose to their lives in a way that I certainly never had at that age. The problem of course being that as a teenager, things appear very black and white when they generally aren’t.
Funny thing is, it’s not all teenagers. In fact, a new poll states that fully 1/5 of Jewish Israeli adults would block roads to thwart dangerous policies.
But hey, whatever, the popsicle sure was yummy anyway.