The Israeli Right is making moves. It’s time for us to wake up.

Israeli society has taken a hard turn to the right. Recent polling data shows a gross rise in racist attitudes toward Palestinians and a disturbing level of comfort with inequity in the form of occupation and/or apartheid.

Those of us who are ideologically or emotionally tied to this place and the people here should be unsettled. Anyone with a stake in economic and social justice, as well as human rights and equality ought to be waking up right about now. This call is certainly not limited to the Jewish communities of the world, but it is, in part, addressed to us.
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A Conversation with an Israeli/American conscientious objector.

Moriel Rothman expects to be in an Israeli military prison on Wednesday (October 24, 2012). That’s because this Israeli-born and Ohio-raised 23-year-old will be reporting to the East Jerusalem recruitment office of the Israeli Defense Force to officially refuse orders to report for duty as part of the mandatory draft.

After living most of his life in the United States, Rothman moved to Jerusalem just over a year ago, where he writes and organizes against the occupation of the West Bank and East Jerusalem. He is refusing the order to report for duty on the grounds that he is a pacifist and therefore will not commit violence. He sees what he is doing as deeply intertwined with nonviolent movements around the world, and he wants others to make the same choice that he is making — particularly the occupation, which he describes as the “worst and most horrific example of violence in Israeli society today.”

Returning kings and soldiers often expect parades, but those days of celebration are few and far between, these days. The world that many of us inhabit is not so keen on returns of that kind. Most of the time thoughts turn to return on investments and returning to bed as soon as possible.
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Thoughts on the internet, the Future, and Dinosaurs.

On cold, damp weeknights when I hear repetitive stomping somewhere between my bedroom window and the convenience store on the corner I imagine a giant of a man with unlaced boots marching toward some sad place. It is clear from his facebook profile picture that his eyes are glassy on his grey skin and his black hair is cut unevenly. His marching orders are known only by him. Each and every blue and white page has the same form. Decisions that are already made can suffice during this, the time we have.