By ASAF SHTULL-TRAURING
"A car approached the checkpoint. Probably out of boredom, one of the soldiers on duty ordered the person in the car to start driving around in circles. The Palestinian driver played along with the armed soldier's game and laughed anxiously, unsuccessfully trying to hide his humiliation. What amazed me most about this event wasn't what the soldier did but what I didn't do: I didn't stop him from humiliating the helpless driver." My philosophy teacher, an extraordinary, poetic and gentle man, told me this story a few years ago. This event motivated him to declare his refusal to serve in the Israeli Defense Forces.
Two weeks before my eighteenth birthday, and two weeks and two days before my draft date, I was on a plane leaving Israel to New York, running from what was supposed to be the next step in the natural pattern of my life, predetermined by law before I was born. Israel has a mandatory army service of three years for most eighteen-year-old Israeli citizens; I was defying it by leaving the country. When I was fifteen years old I had decided to refuse to take part in the army's violence, war crimes, self-destruction, hatred and stupidity. And so I did, and three years later I was on my way out.
Israel is a hard place to live these days. I vividly remember studying for an exam with a friend last year on the rooftop of his building, one of the highest in the city. Suddenly, we heard a great explosion. "Was that thunder?" I asked my friend, but the sky was almost cloudless. Looking down at the city below us, we saw a plume of smoke rising from the central mall. For a short moment we heard nothing, and immediately following we heard screams. Five minutes later the news reports were of another suicide attack. Two people were murdered, among them a sixteen-year-old boy.
This was not the first or last terrorist attack in my town. Weeks later, a militant started shooting in the street, killing a girl my age. A few months earlier a suicide bomber blew himself up in a bus in our city, and a bomb was uncovered just a few hundred meters from my house. Recently a girl from my grade was murdered in a suicide attack somewhere in the north of Israel.
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Source:
http://www.counterpunch.org/asaf03152004.html