There has been a lot of talk among my friends lately about racism. This was brought on, in part, by Israeli Apartheid Week, as well as by a video clip called "What Would You Do?" The clip shows an experiment in which actors play the parts of a racist store keeper and the customer he refuses to serve. In this case, the store keeper is an Israeli, one assumes Jewish, and the customer is a young Arab woman in a hijab. The experiment, with hidden cameras, observes how people respond to the situation. (Israeli Apartheid Week is just nonsense; so I won't waste your time with it here.)
Much conversation has ensued about whether or not Jews in Israel are racist toward their Arab neighbors. The discussion has gotten heated, as one friend will post examples of how Jews in Efrat write unchallenged anti-Arab comments on the community chat list ("Just one example: 'They can do their shopping out of Efrat. It is NOT a place for them.' No one on the list took issue with it."), while another will refute this, pointing out that there is a difference between how that same person in Efrat might think about an Israeli Arab as opposed to a Palestinian Arab -- clearly not racism. What is it, then?
I have a friend who will go anywhere, just to show the world that he can. He has an Arab friend who lives in Ramallah. "So, when can I come and visit you?" he asked his friend. "It wouldn't be a good idea," his friend told him. "My [Arab] neighbors wouldn't like it." Why does the cautious Jew get castigated, but this kind of story never even makes the news, much less the court of world opinion?
As another friend says, "What is needed is SYMMETRY. There is no symmetry in Israel -- almost in all ways related to Arabs. You are not able to create the very same video with a Jew walking with his kippa into a shop in Ramallah or Jenin. Lets create symmetric situations, film them and then I agree to discuss about this topic."
For the record, while relations between the Jews and Arabs in the Middle East have never been totally trusting and easy, there were periods before the increased involvement of the West and the United Nations that were much better. Not only could Arabs travel relatively freely all over Israel, shopping and dining wherever they wished (as, indeed, they still can, certainly with a greater degree of safety than a Jew can shop in Ramallah or Jenin), but a Jew could travel to Bethlehem, shopping and exchanging pleasant conversation with merchants in the Arab shuk. Now, even the old-timers I know don't dare travel through those cities.
When I was a girl in America, one could still hitchhike to get from place to place. One day, I got into a truck with a truck driver who forgot to keep his hands to himself. I got out at the first opportunity, and resolved never to take rides from men again. I didn't suddenly become sexist. I just became cautious. Later, when a few women passengers were reported to have done scary things (such as attacking their hosts with knives, holding them up, and so on), people stopped giving rides, period.
When we moved to Baltimore, we had just come from the US Army, where everyone -- regardless of race, creed or color -- is "green." Racial intermarriage is tolerated within the military to a greater degree than in society at large, because -- with the usual exceptions -- we are all one family. So when we moved to this East Coast city, we shocked our black neighbors by actually talking to them and smiling at them.
Later, as black high school boys turned my kids upside down to shake candy and money out of the their pockets, and routinely stole their bikes and other toys, they and we learned to be prejudiced. But our prejudice was specific: it only included inner-city black males in packs between the ages of fourteen and twenty-five. (Incidentally, my black neighbors who were in their fifties shared the same unfortunate prejudice.) When we moved to Israel, we did not take this "racism" with us. Ethiopian Jews are as beloved to us as any other Jews.
|The warmth of one Ethopian soldier helped us raise Jewish lads with good attitudes.|
When I have a pleasant encounter with an Arab woman on a bus or in a shop, I am delighted! But I cannot treat all of her brothers like people. This causes me great pain. It's just not the way I was raised, and it's not the way I want to behave. You may call this racism, if you like to toss around emotional epithets without thinking too deeply. I call it tragically necessary caution, and cannot wait for the day I can set it aside, and take advantage of some of those great sales in Bethlehem.
Happily, the customers we are allowed to see in the filmed experiment treat the situation in what I see as the typical Jewish manner. They are offended at the store keeper's callousness; and customer after customer offers to pay for the young woman's coffee.
The most touching scene is at the end. A young Jewish woman stands quietly while the store keeper loudly declares to the Arab woman that he doesn't serve her kind in his store. At first, we are disappointed by the Jewess. Unlike the previous customers, she doesn't speak up. When asked, she responds, "What difference would it make what I think?" Finally, when she gets her coffee, she responds to their questions, "You want to know what I think? This is what I think." And she hands her coffee to the Arab woman, and walks out.
The interviewer who set up the experiment approaches her in her car. She is sobbing and shaking. When he asks her why, she answers that it is because she could not believe anyone would behave in such a cruel manner toward another human being.
The Arab woman and the Jewish woman share a few warm remarks, and a gentle touch of the hands -- and we share a moment of hope. May the day soon come when all men can treat one another as friends and brothers.
If you wish to view the video in full, you can see it here.