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  • PROMISED LAND

    A small group of Jewish Israeli settlers

    has built sukkot – temporary tabernacles,

    as the Talmud ordains, to commemorate

    harvest time and Exodus – on a rise

    not quite two miles from Gaza’s border fence.

    The shelters have been built from steel frames

    and tent tarpaulins bought at a camping store.

     

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    ‘Thou shalt have no other gods before me’

    is the initial clause of the contract, the deal,

    the covenant. The neighbourhood then was teeming

    with gods and goddesses all vying

    for obedience. Yahweh’s USP

    was the promise of the land between the sea

    and the river, the driving out of natives,

    like the Hittites and the Canaanites,

    – plus milk and honey, of course – in exchange

    for unquestioning adoration.

     

    Unmentioned in the covenant is one

    of geophysics’ unintended

    ironies. The land is placed where, in effect,

    the different climatic systems of

    Africa, Asia and Europe meet.

    Consequently, winds are unpredictable.

     

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    Many of the peoples of the Book seem

    particularly prone to war – Christians,

    Jews, Muslims – so, in this small family camp,

    all the men feel obliged to carry Uzi

    machine guns slung on straps from their shoulders.

    Not more than eight miles away black smoke

    from the latest bombing begins to rise

    on the urban skyline. Occasionally –

    while the children are blowing bubbles,

    for instance – as the wind shifts, the air

    is briefly acrid. The settler families

    are waiting fervently for God’s promise

    to be fulfilled, and millions of people

    be driven from their land.

     

     

     

     

     


    One response to “PROMISED LAND”


    1. John Huddart Avatar
      John Huddart

      Thank you for the blowing bubbles. It all depends on this wonderful image. And it recalls that popular song, and goes even deeper into the irony.

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