This sentence is sold around the world, especially on the progressive left, as if it describes some fantasy of inter-ethnic brotherhood: from the Jordan to the sea, everyone will live in peace, share hummus, and teach each other folk dances.
It’s a beautiful idea — kind of like thinking that if you opened all the cages on a safari, the lions, zebras, and giraffes would cook together over a fire.
So true, we are a sweaty, loud, messy people.
But also a people with a heart the size of a Negev, and courage the size of an entire country.
The Palestinian people may not be a people — but they are certainly a weapon of consciousness. One aimed at the heart of Zionism, armed with lies, heartwarming words, and the cooperation of the post-Western world.
If we don’t understand that the threat is not just missiles but also narratives — we will find ourselves apologizing for our existence. Again.
The culture of negating the other is a symptom of a deeper crisis: a loss of faith in dialogue and in our ability to deal with different opinions. It reflects a left that has lost its way, that has forgotten the values of freedom and openness that it once championed.
From a right-wing perspective, the solution is not a counter-boycott or silencing of the left, but a return to open discourse, in which opinions are examined on the basis of arguments, not mass outrage.
When judges drink the espresso of the rule of law – and drip a little activism into the coffee
Once, Jews would fight for their lives, today – they fight for their right to blame themselves
And if possible – do it on a T-shirt with a witty caption, in English, on Kaplan or Rothschild Boulevard
If you look up the definition of “enemy in disguise,” you won’t find it in the lexicon of Western diplomats – but you will find it in reality, with a burgundy flag and a curved sword in the middle. It’s called Qatar.
It’s not that they are heroes despite what they were taught. They are heroes because of what they were taught — love of country, tradition, responsibility, honor. Values that are considered social shame today in the West, here they are the entry ticket to life itself.
The Druze don’t need us to cheer them on Memorial Day or when a Druze officer falls in battle.
They need – like every citizen – to be treated with respect even when it’s unpleasant, even when there are no cameras, and even when there is a planning and building committee.
If you think that tourist trips to the tombs of the righteous began in the 1980s with rabbis caressing friends and handing out dollar bills, you’re probably right. But long before that, in 1867, a slightly different type arrived in Jerusalem, armed with a wide-brimmed hat, a sharp pencil, and capable of describing the high school in a way that would make even a guide from the “Antiquities Department” sweat.
His name was Samuel Langhorne Clemens, but everyone knows him as… Mark Twain.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
