Malcolm and Martin: Martyrs for the Revolution

The Sword and the Shield: The Revolutionary Lives of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King Jr.

By Peniel E. Joseph

Martin Luther King and Malcolm X were the two most influential African-American figures of the 1950s and 1960s whose legacies continue to have an impact on the 21st century. They met only once, leaving the visitor’s gallery of the U.S. Senate in March 1964. The accepted view holds that King was a moderate, conciliatory, integrationist while Malcolm was a militant, inflammatory, black-firster. 

Peniel Joseph, a professor of history at the University of Texas at Austin and engaging biographer, has crafted this dual biography of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King to demonstrate that the two leaders’ worldview was not all that far apart and that each influenced the other. Both led revolutionary lives.

A dual biography technique works when two portraits can be played off against each other to demonstrate both commonality and contrast. This book does that well. 

Malcolm was born in 1925, King, in 1929. Malcolm was assassinated in 1965, reportedly at the behest of the Nation of Islam from whose leader Elijah Muhammad he had broken. White racist James Earl Ray was convicted for King’s 1968 murder.

King grew up as a member of Atlanta’s black elite reared with middle-class values. His strong-willed father was a respected Baptist pastor. His mother, Alberta trained as a teacher. (She was tragically murdered by a follower of a Black Hebrew Israelite cult six years after Martin’s assassination.)

Martin studied divinity at Morehouse College (not that he necessarily wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps). From there, it was on to Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania and for a doctorate at Boston College.

Along the way, he became enamored with the philosophy of Mahatma Gandhi.

Malcolm X and Martin Luther King

Malcolm Little was born in Omaha, Nebraska. His father Earl was also a large personality, also a Baptist minister but more itinerant and less successful partly because he was an argumentative fearless follower of the black separatist Marcus Garvey. A white racist gang probably murdered him.

Malcolm’s light-skinned Caribbean-born mother Louise suffered a nervous breakdown, and the family of eight children disintegrated. Placed in foster care, Malcolm wound up a street hustler, then graduated as “Detroit Red” to prison after a burglary conviction. There Malcolm read voraciously on black issues. His brother Reginald introduced him to the Nation of Islam, and soon he was corresponding with the Hon. Elijah Muhammad. The sect’s leader recognized his talents and, upon his release, Malcolm quickly became Muhammad’s protégé and spokesman.

Neither King nor Malcolm served in WWII. King was a divinity student and Malcolm primarily because he didn’t see why he should.

The book explores the personal lives of the two men, their intellectual and political development, how they competed, what they had in common, and how they influenced each other. Neither man was without fear, but both persevered notwithstanding violence and intimidation. 

Sword and the Shield also provides context for Black America’s human rights struggle focusing on the 60s’ and 70s’ when the civil rights and black power movements competed for paramountcy.

The persistent, intractable viciousness of Jim Crow – violent and institutional racism that kept blacks from enjoying their rights as U.S. citizens – comes through clear.

Politics is not just about principles; it’s also about rivalries and personalities. Joseph sketches some of the big names who tangled or collaborated with his two central figures, among them Bayard Rustin, Stokely Carmichael, Ralph Abernathy, LeRoi Jones, Roy Wilkins, Elijah Muhammad, Adam Clayton Powell, and Ella Baker.

One of the book's messages is that by the end of his career, King had embraced a radical understanding of American politics and economics. His analysis of the root cause of the black predicament is not dissimilar to Malcolm’s. King’s civil disobedience was a middle course between Malcolm’s revolution and waiting for white America to come to its senses. It was by no means passive resistance.

Both men favored a radical restructuring of society. King tempered his message to white audiences. Malcolm played the racial arsonist even when I suspect he knew better.

King was close to black power SNCC militant and future Black Panther leader Stokely Carmichael; Carmichael, for his part, came to see himself as an inheritor of Malcolm’s constituency.

Though the author is sympathetic to the two leaders and their cause, this is not iconography. He does not gloss over Malcolm’s criminal background or King foibles (adultery and plagiarism). As products of their time, both men tended to denigrate women especially those who demonstrated political acumen.

Malcolm was ultimately open to understated coalition-building even as he remained the foremost prosecuting attorney against white America. The more he traveled, the harder it was for him to stay loyal to the crackpot theology – my characterization, not Peniel Joseph’s – of the Nation of Islam. 

Both men wielded the sword alongside the shield even if King was associated more with the shield of non-violence and Malcolm the sword of “by any means necessary.” King's warnings about the likelihood of "counterproductive" violent summer rioting sounded to some like threats.

Both leaders sought to connect the struggle of African Americans to the global human rights and national liberation movements. Malcolm saw European colonialism in Africa and racism in the US as motivated by the same mindset and interests.

Malcolm identified with pan-African, pan-Islamic, and Third World leaders whom he wanted to coopt as supporters of his campaign in the US. He was the foreign minister of the black power movement. King understandably leveraged his 1964 Nobel Peace Prize so he could lobby for civil rights back home. 

Both worked to rebrand, refashion and reimagine blackness. "Black is beautiful" was a necessary campaign because white America had been inculcating across society the idea that it was anything but. 

The book is illuminating but leaves some gaps. I am not faulting Peniel Joseph for telling the story his way. My parochial concern is that Jewish readers will get no hint of the role anti-Semitism plays in the black power movement. For from Marcus Garvey to Louis Farrakhan and from Leroi Jones to Stockley Carmichael – not to mention Malcolm X himself – the pernicious scapegoating of Jews is a ubiquitous feature of black chauvinism.


King-era establishment figures were friendly to Jews (as was King himself). 

But the persistence of disproportionate raw anti-Semitism in the African-American community (across its socio-economic divide) needs to be acknowledged. Indeed, not a few leaders who had been in King's orbit went on to dabble in Jew-baiting and anti-Israelism.

This history matters to me because, as a yarmulke-wearing yeshiva kid growing up in New York’s Alphabet City in the 60s and 70s, avoiding random black (and Puerto Rican) violence was a daily concern. 

Financially comfortable Jews had joined in white flight from the inner city. Left behind were thousands of “identifiable” poor Jews like me.

In those days I had not heard of Jim Crow. But I knew that blacks were once slaves. 

How did that history explain torching synagogues (many of whose congregants were Holocaust survivors), or hurling New York City telephone directories out of housing project windows down at elderly Jewish passersby?

Time and distance provide some perspective: to appreciate the enormity (and distinctiveness) of racial slavery and its attendant dehumanization. How bondage was followed not by rehabilitation and reconstruction but by extreme poverty. Education and enlightenment were mostly blocked. Jim Crow made the exercise of U.S. citizenship nearly impossible. Migration from the south to the north led to further dislocation. Too many black families were dysfunctional, illegitimacy was rampant, hopelessness prevailed, and catalyzed deviant behaviors among swaths of the African American population. 

We inner-city Jews felt the end results of these phenomena and had cause to feel helpless, prejudiced, and fearful. 

We thought that the Jews who disproportionately contributed, politically and financially, to the civil rights establishment (from the 1940s onward) were, certainly, by the late 1960s naive. All these years later their help proferred to black colleges, organizations, and causes seems to have bred more suspicion than appreciation. 

That said, our greatest animus was directed against “limousine liberals” like Leonard Bernstein, who in 1970 was stuping cash at the Black Panthers. 

I feel differently about the contributions made by the Marxist Stanley Levinson. Perhaps because he wasn't a “limousine" or "white flight" liberal but an enigmatic Red. 

Peniel Joseph raises Levinson's profile in Sword and the Shield and this reader is grateful.

Levinson was born in 1912 into a lower-middle-class Far Rockaway, NY, non-observant, Yiddish-reading, left-leaning family. He became a macher in the Communist Party but, disillusioned with Stalin, broke inalterably with the CPUSA in 1956. 

Besides being a highly educated, intellectual, and passionate Marxist, Levinson was also a successful businessman. Civil rights activist Bayard Rustin made the match between Levinson and Martin Luther King in 1956. The relationship between the reverend and the red evolved into an intellectual and strategic partnership.

Levinson was an administrative wiz and King’s collaborative editor. He was instrumental in helping to bankroll the Montgomery, Alabama bus boycott, and in the founding of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference. 

King and Levinson also, apparently, became genuine friends.

Their relationship drew the attention of the FBI’s sinister J. Edgar Hoover, who informed President John F. Kennedy and Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy that Levinson was manipulating King and the civil rights movement to destabilize America. FBI wiretaps ostensibly aimed at Levinson had uncovered King’s womanizing. The unscrupulous Hoover tried to blackmail King into abandoning the civil rights struggle and even to drive him to suicide.

The Kennedy’s insisted that King break his relationship with Levinson if he wanted administration support for civil rights legislation. With Hoover lurking, the White House did not want to be tainted by hints that it was on the same side as the communists.

King resisted their pressures. Nonetheless, Levinson and he began working more secretly to take the heat off. 

Levinson was not shilling for Moscow. He had channeled his progressive energies into civil rights. He even discouraged King from speaking out against the Viet-Nam War, fearing doing so would make it harder to fundraise for the movement.  

To his credit, King did no such thing even at the price of jeopardizing his relationship with President Lyndon Johnson.  

My narrow criticisms notwithstanding, I can think of no better place to begin exploring the legacies of Martin Luther King and Malcolm X than with Peniel Joseph's The Sword and the Shield.

N.B., I listened to the audio version of this book adeptly read by Zeno Robinson.

FURTHER READING

Dangerous Friendship: Stanley Levison, Martin Luther King Jr., and the Kennedy Brothers by Ben Kamin.

 

The Romance of American Communism by Vivian Gornick

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New York Review of Books 

Messianic Times Just Like Always

When the going gets tough, the traumatized Jewish imagination gets messianic. That’s the way it has been probably since the destruction of the First Temple (in 586 BCE) and across centuries of travail, persecution, and genocide.

But what do Jews even mean when they invoke the messiah?

Is the messiah human or divine or both? Do we expect the messiah to herald a preternatural epoch? Will humanity’s characteristics be radically transformed? I mean will man no longer be a wolf to man.

Alternatively, are we to think of the messiah as a charismatic monarch with unparalleled talents who would unite the Jewish tribes and spread sovereignty, peace, and security over the Land of Israel?

In The Messianic Controversy, Israel Knohl, a leading Hebrew University Bible scholar succinctly lays out the evolution of the Jews’ understanding of the messiah. Presently his book is available in Hebrew only as מחלוקת המשיח – the subtitle –?למי מחכים היהודים -- “Who are the Jews Awaiting? –  identifies the crux of the issue.

Each Bible author and redactor inserted their view about the messiah. The Five Books of Moses make no explicit mention of a messiah, nor do they characterize God as a king, if I read Knohl correctly.

At a certain later point deity and king become synonymous. The role of King, God, messiah become interchangeable. Throughout the Middle East kings were seen as Godlike. And elsewhere Knohl argues that the messiah idea originated even before Israel came on the historical stage.

The author of Isaiah (740 BCE) portrays the prophet as despondent at the fall of Samaria and the dispersal of the northern kingdom’s Ten Tribes by the Assyrians. He has given up on any new improved temporal monarchy. Salvation will come from God alone. The prophet refers to the messiah in the sense of an anointed one (recall kings were ceremonially daubed with olive oil).

Hosea (8 century BCE) is likewise portrayed as critical of the Northern Kingdom’s political leadership and not keen on a temporal messiah.  For salvation Israel need only stop betraying God. Knohl posits that Hosea’s message endured in altered form in the surviving southern Kingdom of Judea and evolved in a way that blended God and messiah into a singular savior.

The Psalms that originated during the Kingdom of Judea and were redacted during the Second Temple period are similarly replete with messianic overtones.

And so, the idea evolves.

Then Jeremiah (who witnesses the destruction of the First Temple) associates the messiah with divinity.

Deutero-Isaiah, whom Knohl sees as a product of the Babylonian exile (in the time after Persia becomes the paramount regional power), ties the messianic idea to the House of David.

The Pharisees were, Knohl tells us, the most popular stream during the Second Temple period. They championed the messianic idea, the Davidic-messianic connection, belief in an afterlife, and in the resurrection. 

In contrast, the Sadducee stream rejected the concepts of reward and punishment, messiah, and afterlife. The religious ideas of the Sadducees have been assigned to the dustbin of theology. Much of what we know about them is filtered through the lens of the victorious Pharisees.

During late antiquity, this messianic idea and attendant beliefs about the hereafter and resurrection was codified in the liturgy and the Talmud – (redacted by 500 CE). And later echoed by Maimonides (d. 1204) in his broad synthesis of the Talmud, Mishna Torah.

Some scholars read Maimonides as supporting the view of a divine-like messiah and a supernatural messianic era. Others point to his description of the messianic age as a time when king messiah working within the confines of ordinary nature will deliver peace and sovereignty over the Land of Israel. 

Maimonides may have calibrated his message to his audience: Jews desperate for a ray of hope got the superman messiah. Rationalists were told that Israel’s messianic era need not involve hocus pocus.

Each of history’s dozens of claimants to be savior – including the Yemenite Messiah, Sabbatai Zevi, and Jacob Joseph Frank – were exposed as frauds at a significant psychic cost to the Jewish people. One reason for the Vilna Gaon’s (d. 1797) opposition to Hassidism was his fear that the movement could spawn messiah wannabes.  

Knohl gingerly addresses Chabad’s messianic platform. He thinks that the Lubavitcher Rebbe believed that by spreading knowledge of God to all of humanity he was fulfilling the task of the messiah. He thinks Chabad’s messianic impulse was ignited by the trauma of the Holocaust – both the Rebbe Menachem Mendel Schneerson and his predecessor (and father in law) Rabbi Yosef Yitzchak Schneersohn escaped Hitler’s clutches.

Knohl’s bottom line message is that the messiah idea has generated controversy perhaps as far back as the destruction of the First Temple. It is reflected in the Hebrew bible to discerning readers. This accessible primer puts the messiah controversy into perspective – including also chapters on where Jesus fits in the Jewish scheme of things. 

He pushes the envelope yet the book is unlikely to offend rational traditionalists.

As for which messiah the Jews are now awaiting? My answer is that each Jewish tribe is anticipating – some literally others figuratively – a messiah created in their own image.

FOR MORE...

Here is a lecture Prof. Knohl gave at the Israel National Library.

A long, long time ago, in the era before COVID-19...

A long, long time ago, in the era before COVID-19, I was asked by Israel My Glory, a Christian magazine to write an essay anticipating the dangers Israel might face on the domestic and international fronts in 2020.

The article was finished in October 2019 but because of repeat Israeli elections, my deadline was extended to Christmas 2019.

And because of the magazine’s bimonthly print schedule, the article has appeared only now.

So, if for the sake of variety, you want to read a piece that makes no mention of Corona – follow the link below.

·       I argue that the most significant foreign policy danger Israel faces is the Trump administration’s withdrawal from the world stage.

·       And that the most significant domestic threat is our loss of a shared Jewish/Zionist ethos.

If nothing else, the US president’s go-it-alone approach to the global pandemic and the way some ultra-Orthodox Jewish “tribes” have flouted physical and social distancing requirements bolster my thesis.

Wishing you safety and good health,

Elliot

https://israelmyglory.org/article/israels-precarious-situation/

Friday morning

Shabbat Shalom safe and healthy. 

Sunday Sun

Today is the first Sunday after the clock sprung forward. 

from The hanging gardens of Talpiot

Lisa has been experimenting with slow drip irrigation starting with the hanging plant.

The latest from the balcony - Jerusalem in the Age of Coronavirus - Lisa’s pictures

When the weather permits....

Lisa is out on the balcony...

Jerusalem in the Age of Coronavirus - Lisa’s pictures

Cherry trees in blossom at kibbutz Ramat Rachel

Cherry orchard with Olive Tree/Peace Park & Sur Bahur in background

Can’t wait for the cherries, usually ready for picking at Shavuot

Old City with Temple Mount in foreground; Hebrew U campus & tower on horizon 

View of Old City & north Jerusalem from Haas Promenade 

So grateful....

Dystopian reading

The Road  - READ
by Cormac McCarthy

The Great Influenza
by John Barry

Polio: An American Story
by David Oshinsky 

The Art of the Deal (JUST KIDDING)
 by Donald Trump

Yvette Jager's 23rd Yahrtzeit

Yvette Jager's 

23rd Yahrtzeit

Tuesday

 March 03, 2020

 Adar 7, 5780

What I learned from Joe Verrilli - 1931 - 2020

Health Department headquarters
125 Worth Street

I first met Joe Verrilli on February 21, 1985, at 125 Worth Street near City Hall.  I had applied to become a records manager for the New York City Health Department's Office of General Services. 

After an initial interview with his director of office services, cherubic, tough-as-nails, white-haired Natalie Smith, I was brought in to meet Assistant Commissioner Joseph Verrilli.

He was smallish, authoritative, and spoke with a discernable Italian accent.

I am forever grateful that he took a chance on me.  Trying to see me through Joe's eyes: I was a husky, 31-year-old yarmulke-wearing Orthodox Jew and a graduate student in political science at NYU.

I had already been at the Health Department for nearly a dozen years working my way through college at the Bureau of Lead Poisoning Control.

Within days of taking me on, I was his acting director of materials management in addition to the records manager job. I was in well over my head, staying late just to keep up with the paperwork that I did not understand. Procurement orders. Service Orders. There was no email just tray loads of intra-departmental correspondence.

I was not even sure how many offices and divisions reported to Joe.

One evening shortly after I came on board, the intercom buzzed, and Joe called me in. I feared I had disappointed him.

Most of the headquarters staff had left for the day.

Joe was sitting in his well-appointed office with Joe Nici, director of transportation. Mr. Nici looked like Joe DiMaggio and was always dressed elegantly in a suit. He never took a liking to me but treated me cordially.

There was a bottle of scotch on the table, and Joe invited me to have a drink.

Me, Joe V, and Mr. Joe Nici. 

I could not admit that I did not drink whiskey because I did not want to disappoint Joe V or lose face in front of Mr. Nici.

After that (after work hours) first drink, Joe took me under his wings. Gave me as much responsibility as I wanted. Accommodated me so that I could leave early on Fridays before the Jewish Sabbath and so that on regular weekdays I could take on some college teaching at night without giving up my day job.

Over the years, I learned many things from Joe Verrilli. How to be a mensch and how to be a man.

He had pulled himself up by dint of persistence, an excellent analytical brain, and plenty of emotional intelligence.

He knew no English when he arrived in the US – joined the army – got himself a college education, and fulfilled the American dream.

He was a proud Italian to the core but also American to the core. He was a thinking Catholic. He did not like hypocrisy.  It hurt him more when an Italian person disappointed him than if someone else did.

He had a soft spot for Jews but was not uncritical. 

As an assistant commissioner, Joe was responsible for keeping the health department (literally) running. We had 50-plus sites, dozens of cars and trucks, generated thousands of documents (many sensitive), rented thousands of square feet of office space, had to move lab samples and inter-office mail around the five boroughs, spent over a million dollars in metered postage, on telephones, needed desks and chairs (for 5,000 workers) and paper, toner …you name it.

How did I first hear about AIDS (HIV)? It was when one single manager was hired to focus on this new, troubling, and confusing malady. He would be assigned to the communicable disease bureau and would require a desk, chair, telephone, and file cabinet. And of course, a plan for what to do with the records he'd generate.

Once, I recall Joe calling me in to meet a smart-assed (Jewish) director of Information Systems (computers). This youngish fellow wanted Joe to buy new-fangled technology -- facsimile machines and distribute them around the department's citywide locations.

When hotshot left, JV asked me what I thought. I said facsimile machines were a flash in the pan technology and that there would never be a good use for them; that the legal division would never accept faxed lab results, that we had a fine-tuned messenger service, and not to buy any.

Thankfully, Joe did not take my advice.

He knew the names of all the carpenters and engineers and laborers and architects and clerks and even the elevator operators (who did not work for our agency and whose jobs were being phased out). He knew if a workers' troubles made it hard for them to do their jobs. And he offered a concerned ear disguised (when it had to be) as a manly hard slap on the shoulder.

His ways were old-fashioned – the kind of management style that would be frowned upon today – personal and humane.  He made a special effort to employ mentally disabled people – not because some EEO bureaucrat gave him a quota but because it was the right thing to do. He would provide a safe workplace for employees unwanted by other departmental offices and allow them to work to their full potential.

If I merited being called in late on an afternoon to his office for a hand-press-machine espresso (plus a drop of Anisette) to talk over the next day's schedule – I felt on top of the world. Joe, Natalie and me.

Joe was my very own Italian godfather. Thanks to him, I met Natalie Smith, who became my confidante and agony aunt. And whom I dearly loved and miss.

Joe taught me to appreciate red wine (an appreciation for the hard stuff would come later). We'd go out to lunch together always to a strictly vegetarian restaurant in Chinatown out of respect to my eating only kosher food (vegetarian is inherently kosher in my book). We'd wash lunch down with a bottle of Chianti, one of us would bring.

Through my previous boss Tom Kaiser and later Joe, I, who grew up in a cloistered, strictly Orthodox Jewish ghetto on the Lower East Side, met people very different from me. I developed friendships with ex-nuns, a former Catholic priest, and Asians, African-Americans, people of color, and Italian and Irish working-class men (mechanics, movers, and chauffeurs) and even Egyptians. We were a multicultural medley on Foley Square.

He had many proteges and wanted them all to succeed. He advanced women of color, perhaps a single-mom who needed time and encouragement to complete her information systems studies. He'd love it when they'd move on to leadership roles.

He was a family man. He was proud of his wife Martha, a senior school teacher and his brainy son Ralph and clever apple-of-his-eye daughter Donna and – eventually their spouses – once he got over the fact that his son-in-law to-be would not be Italian. He loved them so much. And the grandchildren.

He was. to reiterate, a man of his time. Not politically correct. He broke down barriers. He made friends with people outside his comfort zone – which was a continuing lesson to me.

If not for Joe, I would not have been able to finish my Ph.D. He gave me time and emotional support.

When I was running to the hospital to check on my dear mother on three-hour lunch breaks – he never made me feel guilty. He showed only compassion.

I learned how to deal with people, how to get things done, how to be self-effacing, and authoritative at the same time. Don't brag. Do.

The last time I was in NY in November 2017 – he made it a point to come downtown to join the old crowd in Chinatown for a meal – at a vegetarian restaurant – where else?

I will miss him. May his memory be for a blessing.

Too Soon to Tell, Check this Space in Five Years

Having slept on it, I woke up still not liking Trump, still not liking Netanyahu and still untrusting of Palestinian Arab intentions.

The deal of the century is not strictly-speaking a peace plan. It is an effort to impose a plan on one side. I did not like the approach when the EU or previous US administrations tried it against us. I don't like it now.

Does this plan strategically address Israel’s demographic problem? Does it try to build an Israeli domestic consensus?

What it does is change the conversation. From Netanyahu's indictment and from the impeached Trump's Bolton problem to sovereignty over the settlement blocs and annexation of parts of the strategic West Bank.

That the announcement was a political ploy aimed (beyond changing the topic) at domestic audiences (evangelicals in the US and the strident right in Israel) is now beside the point.

I think David Ignatius  (no Philo-Zionist I admit) is right that this is a "squeeze play" against the Palestinians. Ehud Barak tried that in July 2000 and it took until September 2000 to comprehend the effect (the second intifada).

Trump and Netanyahu are rolling the dice. Maybe a third intifada won't break out. Maybe it will all be a Big Yawn. 

The Arab League is trying to keep a low profile, but the PLO is pushing for a meeting on Saturday, Feb. 2. While the Gulf States are putting out vague statements that we are free to interpret as supportive of Trump. 

The fundamental reason the Palestinians reject this non-peace plan is that they do not want a state alongside Israel (regardless of its contours).  

They still dream of supplanting Israel. 

They will never agree to the legitimacy of a Jewish state anywhere in the Middle East. They still reject the Balfour Declaration for God's sake!

Summing up, it is too early to tell what it all means.

Better to have done nothing if you ask me and let Israelis vote in peace.

President Trump’s Deal of the Century to Bring Permanent Peace to the Arab-Israel Conflict

A peace plan that is DOA?

We will know soon enough what is in President Trump’s Deal of the Century to Bring Permanent Peace to the Arab-Israel Conflict.

Those who think he’s got things sorted with North Korea and Iran can afford to be optimistic.

The rest of us cannot take seriously his plan for it will be released under farcical circumstances. 

Our PM is indicted. Trump is impeached. 

Israelis are heading to elections -- in a matter of weeks.

Moreover, an imposed peace plan is bad – even if it is imposed on our enemies. That's always been Israel's position. And for good reason.

The idea that you can make peace without a partner is Trumpian. The Palestinian Arabs will not even discuss Trump’s Plan so how can it lead to peace with security?

It might exacerbate the violence. It might unleash a third intifada. And for what?

How can Israelis accept a Palestinian Arab state that does not recognize the inalienable rights of the Jewish people to a national homeland in this land.

Only that recognition would signal an end to Palestinian Arab rejection of Israel's right to exist.

As for a demilitarized Palestine? How’s that idea working so far in Hamas-controlled Gaza?

We should have been using the time provided by Trump’s Absurdist Presidency to figure out what we Israelis want, what is achievable, and what is in our long-term interest.

We should be trying to get our own house in order. 

Instead, Netanyahu is rolling his dice with Trump. And with our future.

"Whither Black-Jewish Relations?"

My forthcoming talk in Raanana will take place on Martin Luther King Day
and address the state of the relationship between the African-American and Jewish communities in the US.



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