The Scream

 The Scream, by Edvard Munch.

This is what I feel like - holding my disintegrating self together and screaming.

We are being beset by the plagues of Egypt - fires, floods,  famine, brothers fighting brothers, (apologies for masculine form only) missiles, teacher strikes, the slaughter of innocents, the cry of hundreds of thousands at the demonstrations.  Everything falls on deaf ears and non seeing eyes. ENOUGH 

60,000 exhausted reservists have been called up - again . They have to leave their families, their businesses, their homes, whilst seeing their religious counterparts being exempt from service. 

On the eve of Yom HaZikaron - the most traumatic, wrenching day of the year - many of us chose to watch the joint Israeli-Palestinian ceremony which was on zoom, instead of listening to the empty meaningless words of the ministers on Mt. Herzl.  People met at various places to watch the ceremony together.  At a reform temple in Raanana the audience was harassed by young settler who threw fireworks at them and wouldn't let them go to their cars.  The police, under the 'watch' of Ben Gvir, did nothing to help them.

In yesterday's cabinet meeting it was decided upon, unanimously, to expand operations in Gaza.  What for?   To occupy Gaza? to settle there? to expel and starve every last inhabitant? Oh yes, they mentioned the 59 hostages only as an afterthought.  Tthe families of the hostages and almost all of the people of Israel who plead for their release are being tortured.   

And yesterday the Houthis succeeded in sending a missile to Ben Gurion Airport - once again, flights have been canceled. Again we are in the shelters.  We are above ground in a long dark tunnel whilst the hostages are underground being tortured.

Hence The Scream.