American Jews and Israel

To be precise, I was asked to write about my relationship with the state of Israel, which struck me, at first, as impossible, because I don't have a relationship with the state of Israel. I have some salty opinions about the state of Israel, especially since Benjamin Netanyahu became its prime minister again. My relationship, though, is with the place called Israel, with its extreme landscapes and eclectic architecture; modern cities and ancient cities; villages and kibbutzim and moshavim; aggressive street mores and religious radicals. When I say place, of course, I also mean people, with many of whom I share a history and certain presuppositions, and through whom I understand what little I understand about the place. To the degree that I have insight into ha-matzav—the situation—it's because I've been to settlements on the West Bank, where I have relatives, and Ramallah, where personal connections led me to a Palestinian pollster who had a gift for decoding his environment for an American Jew. The Israel I feel bonded to is an amalgam of those places and people, as well as the synagogues and art galleries and cafés I've been to, the Hebrew I've been able to eavesdrop on, the pathetically small number of Israelis I know well, and—because I'm the sort of person who comes to know the world mainly by reading about it and dreaming my way toward it—the history and literature I've read. Obviously, the place called Israel is shaped through and through by the state of Israel, its government, military, judiciary, schools, cultural institutions, economic policies, and so on. But, like Ahad Ha'am in his day, I would be horrified to think that the whole of Israel could be reduced to the exercise of, as he harshly put it, "material power and political dominion."