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Overtime in the Middle East
by Carl Haber
The war between Israel and its
neighbors looked to be over back in 1993 when Rabin and Arafat
shook hands on the White House lawn. For 46 years the little slice
of land carved up by England, the US and the UN as a response to
the Holocaust had been the playing field of war in a game that now
looked to be heading into the two minute warning.
No sport is more like war than
American football. Football is about acquiring possession of land;
the team (army) is made up of individual specialists, determined
by size and skills. It has special teams, an offensive squad and a
defense. It has a field general (quarterback) and it has a
commanding chief and hierarchy of power (the head coach and his
aides). Strategies are designed to react to constantly changing
positions and situations, including at times, the concept that if
you cannot gain yardage, better to give the ball to the other side
in bad field position than to risk being backed up too close to
your own end zone. The psychology of football is analogous in many
ways to that of war.
In Israel and Palestine today
we are late in the fourth quarter, but the game is not over and we
seem to be going into overtime.
Israel, with its coaching
changes over the years has alternated between playing defensively
and offensively. Rabin was tiring of the game and looked forward
to the Hall of Fame. A Fundamentalist Israeli fan killed him,
wanting the game to never end. Bibi Netanyahu wanted to be the
winning coach, and beefed up his bench with settlers. Barak
believed in defense, presumably to go to Hall of Fame himself as
the man who brought that elusive peace with security, but in the
end was compelled to go to the air game. Israeli fans, tiring of
errant Palestinian bombs decided to call in the Vince Lombardi of
Israeli politics: Ariel Sharon. A head coach who believes that it
isn’t how you play the game that counts, it’s winning.
Palestinians have had the same
coach all along. But their team isn’t unified, its strategy is all
over the place. The coaches aren’t working in unison, in the vague
hope that one of them might pull out the play that gets them back
in the game. But for every yard gained they lose two, and the fans
have no idea how to change the coaches. Lesser educated fans
gravitate toward cheering the quarterbacks who toss long bombs, in
spite of their real lack of impact on the game, simply because
they are more spectacular and when completed bring some
satisfaction and hope for victory. But Arafat, in spite of his
claims to also want to call off the game and make a deal, has no
real control over his team and watches form the sidelines,
screaming and yelling, but reduced to hit or miss calls and no
strategy whatsoever.
Back in 1993 Arafat and Rabin
appeared to want to compromise, to call it a game, to start a new
season in some other sport called peace.
But the game (the war) has
proven to be a series of games, and it has not ended or been
called off, and the two teams are locked in a slow motion replay
where we see a yard gained here and there by one side or the
other, but neither team close or even likely to score that final
TD that would give them the victory.
In fact this is a series that
no one can win. The Israelis cannot win because the Palestinians
will not just go away and forget their suffering and accept
forever being second-class citizens in a land their forefathers
grew up in. The Palestinians can’t win because the world will
never sit by and watch Israel be overrun by its Arab neighbors,
nor will it accept the still harbored pan-Arab dream of Israel
disappearing as a state entity, replaced by a new Palestine, a
secular democratic country made up of an Arab majority and Jewish
minority. The Holocaust made sure that the Jews would not be a
diaspora anymore. The Intifada 2, the latest game being played,
seems unlikely to lead to the same hope for the Palestinian
diaspora.
Even if one team or the other
manages a field goal, no matter how many innocents are blown up by
suicide bombers, no matter how many buildings Israel occupies or
razes or blows up with missiles, no matter how many PLO leaders
are assassinated, no matter how many young children are born into
poverty in Gaza, there will be another game to play until they get
off the field once and for all.
The sooner both sides realize
they are in the wrong sport, in a series that cannot be won,
pointless games in a never-ending season, the better off everyone
will be.
Both teams are now locked into
some last minute bravura – the Palestinians throwing up Hail Marys
and Israel sending out its big guns. Israel, after its strategic
decision to let the clock run down and go into overtime following
the discothèque bombing, knew that come the next Palestinian long
bomb they would intercept the ball and charge back up field. Once
this latest deadly bomb attack came, they did just that, including
the occupation of PLO headquarters in East Jerusalem. They have
moved across the fifty-yard line and are digging in for a slow
ground game. They are fine with going into overtime as long as
they have better field position.
Spokesmen for the Israeli
government were quick to assert that these latest reactions were
pinpoint assaults, specifically aimed at individual people or
sites, in no way all out war. In other words they crossed the
fifty, but their strategy is still to bottle up the Palestinians,
rather than risk their defenses by making an all-out attack on the
Palestinians end zone. They are happy for the moment with a slow
and steady game of nickel and dime plays. They don’t really care
about the clock, since they’re ahead in the standings. This game
can go on forever.
Meanwhile, Arafat has his side
retreating, his team bottled up behind its own twenty yard line,
once in a while going long with the bomb. The bomb may hit its
target, but the Palestinians gain no yardage - it is called back
by a penalty, or it goes out of bounds into the crowds, and the
Israelis just go right back on the offense.
War is worse than football, of
course, and not only because it isn’t a game. It’s pointless, it
doesn’t even have the one thing football brings its audience:
appreciation for talent and performance. War brings out the worst
in us where sport brings out the best. The Palestinian fan who
cheers when Israeli fans get hurt or killed has lost his humanity.
The blind rage that has set into the hearts and minds of those who
cheer civilian deaths doesn’t only turn souls rotten, it also
leads them into all the wrong strategies. The Israeli, even a
former peacenik, finds him or herself just as blinded nowadays by
fear and by history, into counterproductive and hot-headed
strategies. For the Israeli fan the best thing that could happen
is for the game to be called off. Instead, when the game gets
fierce, the blood begins to boil even among non-fans and the
Israeli crowds start to crave big plays and big gains. Angered by
the other team’s scrappy play they would rather play on than give
it up.
As a Jewish-American born of 1st
generation Eastern European immigrants’ children – who’s great
uncles and aunts disappeared in Nazi Europe – I hear opinions of
many liberal Jewish American people all the time. I have often
argued with some of my relatives about Israel and the positions it
takes and the positions of US Jewry in respect to the issue of
Palestine. Since the early 80’s I have argued at Passover seders
that the Palestinians had legitimate rights that needed to be
addressed, that they weren’t going away, that if you were on the
other side you’d feel the way Palestinians do, always trying to
infuse my otherwise bright and liberal cousins and uncles and
aunts with a direction of thought that would bring their Israel
views into line with their other liberal, fair-minded political
views and stop ignoring the bitter irony of Israel’s destiny,
meant to represent social justice and a haven in the desert,
turned sadly into a repressive force against an even weaker
people.
It was hard going; people who
lived through the 30’s and 40’s were very aware of how the Jews
lacked the means to defend themselves and how the world – in what
was seen as a predictable, cyclical way – always came around to
blaming the Jews for everything. With Israel existing, this would
never happen again. So whatever flaw Israel might display now, no
matter how difficult it is to rationalize Israeli occupation of
Arab territory and the whole issue of settlements, these same
people who voted Democratic their whole lives, who fought with
Blacks for their civil rights, who pride themselves for liberal
open-mindedness on most social issues, when it came to Israel,
their sense of fair play seems to vanish. Once they saw their team
as the underdog – the worst kind that everyone always beat up on
–despite the subsequent fact that their team has become bigger and
tougher, the fans will always feel threatened by the other teams,
ganged up on, a sentiment not entirely unjustified given all those
long bombs thrown into the crowd and the opposing fans cheering
lustily. Many of the liberal American Jews of leftist leanings
bought into the claim that Arafat’s refusal of a sweet deal at
Camp David followed by the second Intifada was proof that Arafat
did not want to make a deal. That he was no longer a serious
"partner in peace". That it was a fraud, that he is still the same
old terrorist, unable and unwilling to make a deal.
Over twenty years passed since
those polemic seders when I was seen as a trouble-maker, and many
of my cousins and uncles and aunts have come around to accepting
some of the things I was saying back then. Most of them came to
accept that a Palestinian state is inevitable and the right thing
to see happen. The question then arose: what kind of state and
where? How can we trust these people to keep their word?
Most US Jews probably hope and
dream that Israel and its neighbors can become a sort of Middle
Eastern Benelux, developed, sophisticated, economically
successful. But there is a disconnect between that dream and the
ideas of how it should happen (in my view it could happen but not
the way things are going). The Benelux model presumes that the
neighbors are all on equal footing, economically and socially.
This is far from being the case now, and would have been unlikely
to happen even had Arafat accepted Barak’s offers at Camp David.
Someone made the analogy that the deal Barak proposed, decried by
Israeli fundamentalists as giving away the house and painted in
the world media as an incredible deal that Arafat was foolish to
refuse, was in fact more like letting the Palestinians stay in a
hotel. They could live in the rooms and decorate them how they
wanted, but the Israelis controlled the hallways.
You don’t make a Benelux with
unequal partners.
Israel, being the home team and
occupying force, has the responsibility to make the first moves to
call off the game. With its air and ground superiority, its
bankroll and its field position it has the power to send the fans
home and call it a day. It is the only way a future partnership
can come about. The Palestinians, playing an away game (in their
own territory), cannot however continue with the same game plan if
they want the game to end. To maintain hope of actually winning
the championship is living in dreamland. The Palestinians have to
get a new game plan together.
I fear that a giant opportunity
was already missed. Arafat did not need to get all he desired at
Camp David last year to further Palestinian aims. He could have
come back with a counter proposal, asking for more land, more
contiguousness, a better deal for the refugees. He could have laid
it out – a counter offer! An end reverse! And the fans around the
world would have been on his side, had he pointed out the official
errors, had he challenged the call by arguing clearly what was
wrong with the Israeli offer everyone deemed so great. But he did
not. Arafat, coming from the school of football that teaches an
offensive strategy reliant on long bombs, has never really
mastered coaching a professional squad or dealing with his fellow
coaches around the world, coming from scrappy games in the street
where no one had a uniform. So it didn’t occur to him to be
shrewd, to fight with legal remedies at his disposal, to inspire
non-violent protest, to learn how to conduct a ground game, where
you pick up a few yards here, a few yards there and march up
field. Martin Luther King would have been a good role model. No,
instead he came home from Camp David to a heroes welcome for NOT
making a deal. His fans wanted all or nothing, they maintained
their faith that one day somehow a new quarterback would toss the
bomb that would go for a TD.
Arafat himself helped stir the
fires amid his own people. In spite of playing in the big leagues,
he was still stuck in the street game, unable to win, but also
knowing that not striking a deal would be more accepted among the
angry fans than making a deal which would result in compromise and
the end of the real but clandestine Palestinian dream – the dream
of the day when Israel would no longer exist as a nation. By
signing on to any deal, that dream would die and Israel would
forever be a team to reckon with.
Arafat, in spite of his
personal desires to remake himself and his legacy from terrorist
to freedom fighter to world diplomat and founder of his people’s
new country, never learned about orchestrating a ground game.
Always going for the bomb.
Hoping for a call from the
officials for pass interference, or a huge gain, or more yards
gained after the toss. But Israeli defenses and resilience, its
deep bench and wealthy owners were always ready to charge back in
the other direction, stoic in their acceptance of pain – no pain
no gain – ever vigilant after a history of terrible losses in past
seasons, withstanding all the bombs, sending in new men, making
coaching changes, and alternating between the defensive and
offensive game in order to ensure simply that they don’t lose.
No matter how egregious the
Israeli occupation is in the minds of West Bank and Gaza
Palestinians – no matter how humiliating or dangerous or
frustrating or unfair, there is no justification for cheering the
deaths of teenagers, children or civilians in general. If you are
fighting a war of liberation, to get out from under occupation,
you fight the team on the field. The only bombs that work are the
ones caught in bounds. Throw those bombs into the stands and you
don’t advance. It is not only counterproductive morally, it is
useless strategically. Make advances on the field, hurt your
opponents according to the rules of the game if necessary, but
play by them or get nowhere.
It is time the Palestinians
thought out a new strategy. In football this happens for a team
normally when the head coach is replaced, or at least his staff.
Team Palestine has been coached by the same men for quite a while.
They haven’t won much, in fact they continue to be backed up, well
under .500 and in the current game the Israeli end zone gets
further away all the time. They keep throwing bombs into the
crowds and getting nowhere up field. It is time for team Palestine
to find new strategies that understand the advantage of small
gains, a few yards at a time, making first downs, moving steadily
back to the 50 yard line.
This game looks to be going
into overtime. Unless Israeli strategists decide to go for all out
war. Which could happen if Arafat’s squad keeps hurling long bombs
into the crowd.
If that happens Israel may win
this war. But they will not be champions, because the season has a
long way to go; there are many teams ready to take it on, cheered
on by millions of fans around the Arab world. The best thing that
could happen to Israel is for it to stop playing and for its
neighbors to stop playing. If Israel really wants this season to
end, their best hope is to move into that new sport called peace
with the new expansion team called Palestine. All of this seems
unlikely to me as long as both teams keep the coaches they’ve got.
More likely, sadly, is that we are going into overtime, and they
are turning off the clock.
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