We are more than a little irate around here about the Israeli government.
When Lee and Joan and the four big kids went to Israel and Jordan a few years ago they came home in love with Israel, and appalled with government. The land, people, history - all wonderful. The treatment of the Palestinians - just dreadful.
So with the latest escapades (passports and aid flotillas) we jumped at the chance to be part of the protest and rally in Brisbane last night. Attendance was poor (though not as bad as the last one we went to) but passionate and the speeches were loud and laden with vitriol.
We met in town and I was first there with Peet, Louisa and Max - and nobody cared. But as soon as Jesse and Tom arrived they were all over us - apparently I don't have 'the look'. Neither did Joan - they ignored her too. One poor woman from Socialist Alliance engaged Jesse till Jesse finally told her that she would consider herself right wing and was here only to protest the human rights violations. And that ended that conversation.
Somehow we ended up at the very front of the rally. The loudspeaker was loud (surprisingly enough) and the people behind us were angry - all of which made Louisa a bit nervous.
Most of the speakers called us comrades and there was a lot of chanting of 'Free Free Palestine', 'Gaza Gaza don't you cry, We will never let you die' 'Shame Shame Israel' and a whole lot in Arabic that was clearly not for our ears!
My favourite moment was during the speech by the Amnesty rep. He read the Amnesty press release which several times referred to Israeli Commandos. After a while Max tugged on my sleeve and asked 'doesn't commando mean naked?' Now that's an hilarious image. (It's Peet's fault - when we were on the bus to Luang Prabang he was claiming that he would sleeping commando because he had his own cabin - and we'd better not come in without knocking.)
Louisa said it annoyed her because they were 'saying that everything about Israel was bad when it is just some things' - the Justice for Palestine group could learn a thing or two from her.
We did leave a bit before the end - it was cold and we were hungry - our political activism has bounds. Dinner was a picnic outside GoMA (where we saw Wayne Amos) then home to Roger who was working and missed out.
Roger says we'll never get into Israel now because Mossad will have us on a list - I thought he was joking but there were young men everywhere with their faces covered and professional looking photographers - so maybe he's right.