[R-G] Gilad Atzmon - The Tzabar and the Sabbar: A Refection on Memory and Nostalgia

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The Tzabar and the Sabbar: A Refection on Memory and Nostalgia 

By

Gilad Atzmon

Zionism is a total disaster. It is a colonial, expansionist, nationalist
philosophy based on racial chauvinism. Those who take its precepts to the
letter have been robbing the land of the indigenous Palestinian people in
the name of the Jewish people. It is regarded by many of us as a major
threat to world peace. Its devoted supportive lobbies around the world call
for more and more bloodshed in the name of 'liberalism', 'democracy',
'freedom' and even in the name of the 'Judeo-Christian' alliance. Yet,
Zionism, and we better admit it, has managed to do something that even God
has failed to do: it united the Jews. Zionism has become the Jewish symbolic
identifier.

In a recent paper of mine, The Politics Of Anti-Semitism, I explored the
role of Zionism as the cultural identifier of the contemporary Diaspora Jew.
I argued that Zionism has managed to win its ideological foes by offering a
transparent collective structural set of symbolic identifiers. Rather than
ideology and politics, it was a Zionist fetish and Hebraic paraphernalia
that made Zionism into a success story. Accordingly, it established a
language (Hebrew), it provided the Jew with a concrete geographical
orientation (Eretz Israel), it conveyed an image of a culture (the new
Hebraic folklore), it even managed to present a false image of political and
ethical polarity (left and right). If the founders of Zionism set about to
save the Diaspora Jew from his anomalous condition, we then have to confess
that it has fulfilled its mission. Zionism's success has nothing to do with
its ideology, politics or even with its devastating practices. Clearly, not
many Jews understand what Zionism stands for (ideologically, politically,
ethically and practically). Not many Diaspora Jews openly succumb to the
Zionist school of thought nor to its non-ethical praxis. Instead, they
subscribe to 'Israeli folklore', the odd Hebrew word, the falafel and the
humus which they mistakenly identify with Israel (rather than Palestine).
They sing along to Israeli music whether it is Hava Nagila, Yafa Yarkoni or
Yeuda Poliker. For those who fail to see it, 'Israeli culture' is a direct
product of the Zionist project. Clearly, modern Hebraic culture has managed
to hijack the world of Jewish symbolism. Zionism established a new form of
Jewish tribal belonging.

Yet, as much as Zionism conveys a cultural success story within the Jewish
Diaspora discourse, it is rather meaningless as far as Israelis are
concerned. The Tzabar, native-born Israeli Jew, does not benefit at all from
Zionism being a structural set of symbolic identifiers. In fact, the Tzabar
doesn't need to identify with any symbolic structure based on geographical
aspiration. He or she is born into a self-sufficient brand i.e.,
Israeliness. Similarly, the Tzabars do not need the Hebrew language as a
means of identification, they use it as a means of communication. Nor does
the Tzabar need a geographical orientation, he or she is orientated by
birth. The Tzabar doesn't even subscribe to Israeli folklore, in fact, most
Israelis can't stand Israeli folklore and they by far prefer foreign pop,
rock, Turkish and Greek music and even some wild free jazz.

As funny as it may sound, that which is taken by the Diaspora Jew as a
structural symbolic identifier, i.e., the Hebraic fetish, means very little
to the Israelis. By the same token, as much as the Diaspora Jew subscribes
to 'Israeliness', that very 'Israeliness' means very little to the Israelis.
This shouldn't take us very much by surprise: the notion of 'Americanism'
means far more to non-Americans than it does to Americans. Similarly, the
tendency to drop the odd French word, a habit that is apparently so common
amongst British or American pseudo-intellectuals, is a reflection of a
similar fetish. 'Frenchness' attributes very unique meaning to those who
know only very little about France. Yet, not a single French person thinks
that speaking French is something astonishingly clever. Likewise, the
Diaspora Jew may use the odd Hebrew word to ascertain his tribal belonging,
however, it would take more than just a single Hebrew word for the Israelis
to feel at home on a stolen land, namely Palestine.

Memory and Nostalgia

"I am a human being, I am a Jew and I am an Israeli. Zionism was an
instrument to move me from the Jewish state of being to the Israeli state of
being. I think it was Ben-Gurion who said that the Zionist movement was the
scaffolding to build the home, and that after the state's establishment it
should be dismantled." Ari Shavit's interview with Avrum Burg Interview:
Leaving the Zionist Ghetto, Haaretz.
What is left for the Tzabar to identify with? Not much, so it seems: the
land on which he lives belongs to some other people. The food which makes
him feel at home (humus and falafel) is hijacked from those same other
people, i.e., the Palestinians. The language which he employs when he is
emotionally moved (either very happy or very angry) is Arabic and it is
borrowed again from - guess who? - the very same 'other people', the
Palestinians. The home in which he dwells was built by those other people.I
think you know who they are, yes, the Palestinians.

It is rather apparent that the core of the Hebraic cultural realty, the
slang, the food, the blue sky, the sea, the desert, the spring and the
autumn, the hills and the valleys, the olive trees. all belong to the land
(Palestine) rather than the swelling apartheid State that seized it
momentarily (Israel).

What could the Israelis do to escape their fragmented unauthentic reality in
which everything that may look like 'home' actually belongs to those 'other
people'?

Those who visit Israel learn the answer just a few minutes after they land
in Tel Aviv: cosmopolitanism and Western liberal glamour is the Israeli
answer. The Israelis deal with their hopeless craving for authenticity by
multiplying the symptoms of their inherent detachment.

New visitors to Tel Aviv are occasionally astonished by the cultural
multiple choice the town is there to offer. Tel Aviv is indeed one of the
most 'open' cities in the world. You can find every Western fashion brand
and American food chain there. Every rock star and pop act integrates Israel
into its world tour schedule. In some of Tel Aviv's leading restaurants you
can have Sushi for a starter, Hungarian Goulash as a secondo, French
entrecote for the main course and Baklava for desert. I learned recently
that Tel Aviv is not only a 'sex attraction' but as well the next "gay
capital of the world". This is indeed very encouraging to learn that in
between the humus and the falafel the Tzabar can grab a sashimi and indulge
in some highly advanced socio-erotic activity according to his very personal
choice. This may as well be the ultimate form of freedom that the 'Jews-only
State' can offer: cosmopolitanism soaked in some advanced Western libidinal
liberalism.

Yet, Israel, the libidinal, liberal, 'only democracy in the Middle East' is
engaged as well in some very different sinister practices. In spite of the
Israelis embodying the ultimate manifestation of Western broadmindedness, in
spite of their 'culinary openness', they are also starving millions of human
beings to death, namely the Palestinian people. In spite of the fact that
the Israelis invested some real effort into turning Tel Aviv, their cultural
capital, into a 'town with no boundaries', Gaza City is a now a boundary
with no town. It is a huge concentration camp, held back by repeated curfews
and shattered by constant artillery barrages and military raids. Israel has
turned Palestinian towns into large urban prisons that are surrounded by
barbed wire, watchtowers and guard posts.

We are left to ask ourselves, how is it that the people who are so immersed
in 'cosmopolitanism', 'multi-culturalism' and Western liberal ideology are
so sinister towards the indigenous population of the land? How should we fit
the exclusive inclination towards segregation reflected by a gigantic
apartheid wall together with the liberal self-image peppered with 'culinary
openness'? How do we fit the devious tactics employed against the
Palestinians together with the poetic Israeli self-image of being an
enlightened humanist nation? How do we fit the 'Israeli Shalom seeking'
together with 'security walls'?

We may have to admit that we are dealing here with a severe form of
fragmentation that is on the verge of collective Schizophrenia. I would
argue that here we are confronting an inevitable collision between 'Memory'
and 'Nostalgia'.

Memory is realised as the ability to store, retain and retrieve information.
Memory refers to the factual recognised past and its actual interpretation.
Nostalgia, on the other hand, is the wish of returning to the 'native land'.
Nostalgia is usually accompanied by the fear of never seeing it again. To a
certain extent, Nostalgia is the yearning for the unfulfilled past.

The clash between Memory and Nostalgia is of the essence of the Israeli
fragmented reality. The Tzabar is torn between the inclination to see
himself as the protagonist in the serial episode of "Sex and the City", as
much as his memory takes him to his last visit to London, Paris, New York
and Tokyo. Nostalgically, he is back in the Ghetto, surrounded by 'security
walls' and soaked in chicken soup.

The yearning for the Ghetto could be explored in what the Israelis regard as
'Shalom seeking'. Though Shalom is often translated into 'peace', it has
almost nothing in common with peace. When Israelis talk about 'Shalom' they
do not refer to reconciliation, harmony or the transformation of their
society into an ecumenical community based on universal values. When
Israelis seek 'Shalom' what they mean is (their) 'security'. This is why
Israelis and their supporters in the West interpret 'unilateral
disengagement' as a 'Shalom seeking' move. While peace refers to the genuine
search for love, harmony and brotherhood, Shalom means pretty much the
opposite: separation and segregation. While peace means coming out of one's
shell and opening one's heart to one's neighbour, Shalom means the erection
of a 'security fence' and the emergence of some deep collective loathing
towards the rest of the universe.

Yet, this bizarre Hebraic interpretation of the notion of Shalom is far from
being an Israeli creation. As I mentioned before, Shalom expresses the
nostalgic yearning for the European Ghetto.

Already in 1897, in his famous speech to the First Zionist Congress, Max
Nordau conveyed some real explicit longing for the 'long lost Ghetto':

"The Ghetto.was for the Jew of the past not a prison, but a refuge. .In the
Ghetto, the Jew had his own world; it was to him the sure refuge which had
for him the spiritual and moral value of a parental home. Here were
associates by whom one wished to be valued, and also could be valued; here
was the public opinion to be acknowledged by which was the aim of the Jew's
ambition..Here all specific Jewish qualities were esteemed, and through
their special development that admiration was to be obtained which is the
sharpest spur to the human mind. ..The opinion of the outside world had no
influence, because it was the opinion of ignorant enemies. One tried to
please one's co-religionists, and their applause was the worthy contentment
of his life. So did the Ghetto Jews live, in a moral respect, in a real full
life. Their external situation was insecure, often seriously endangered. But
internally they achieved a complete development of their specific qualities.
They were human beings in harmony, who were not in want of the elements of
normal social life. They also felt instinctively the whole importance of the
Ghetto for their inner life, and therefore, they had the one sole care: to
make its existence secure through invisible walls which were much thicker
and higher than the stone walls that visibly shut them in. All Jewish
buildings and habits unconsciously pursued only one purpose: to keep up
Judaism by separation from the other people and to make the individual Jew
constantly aware of the fact that he was lost and would perish if he gave up
his specific character."

Clearly, this old speech expresses the current Israeli innermost desire.

For the Israeli, living within 'security walls' is "not a prison, but a
refuge". .In Israel, the Tzabar has "his own world". In Israel, the opinion
of the "outside world" has "no influence", because it is the "opinion of
ignorant enemies". Nordau expresses the exact spirit that led Ben-Gurion
half a century later to say "It doesn't matter what the Gentiles say, what
matters is what the Jews do."

In his speech, Nordau speaks about the spiritual asset of the Ghetto, which
makes Jew feel "secure through invisible walls which were much thicker and
higher than the stone walls that visibly shut them in." May I suggest here
that it is this very insight that explains the astonishing physical measures
of the Israeli 'apartheid wall'? Yet, while Nordau referrers to 'invisible'
walls, the Israeli 'defence wall' is rather visible and it is made out of
grey reinforced concrete.

As much as the Israeli craves celebrating his imaginary cosmopolitan liberal
reality, as much as he wants to enjoy sex in a big city by recalling his
short-term memory, the nostalgic yearning drops him back into a bowl of
steaming 'chicken soup' in a very small Shtetl. He is longing for a 'secure'
Jewish life and it is this yearning that transforms the 'Jews-only State'
into an inflammatory Ghetto. Yet, unlike the old European Ghetto, where Jews
were rather timid, our contemporary Israeli Shtetl is a belligerent,
expansionist, nuclear superpower.

We may also have to admit that the Tzabar has failed to generate a
homogeneous reality in which a new civilized being is reclaiming his place
in humanity based on harmony and peace. As much as Zionism was there to
create a new authentic Jew, it led to the emergence of a commune of
fragmented beings shattered by the inevitable collision between the
short-term cosmopolitan memory and the tribal clannish nostalgia.

The Tzabar and the Sabbar

A friend who returned from Palestine a few weeks ago was kind enough to
share his impressions with me. On his journey from Jerusalem to Ramallah he
noticed that the Israelis invested some real effort into turning the Israeli
side the wall into an 'architectural feature'. In places it was largely
tiled and decorated with Jerusalem stone and with flowers, in other parts
artists created some pastoral imagery of landscapes, lakes and olive trees.
The Israelis also raised the ground near to the wall on their side just to
make the wall look smaller and friendly. However, once my friend crossed the
checkpoint towards the Palestinian side, the full disturbing physical scale
of the wall was impossible to ignore. He saw a gigantic grey concrete wall
measuring eight to ten meters high now invading the skyline of what is left
of Palestine.

I thought about it for a while. I basically reflected about Nordau's notion
of the Ghetto and his duality between 'prison' and 'refuge'. And I grasped
that as much as the Israelis are inclined to lock the Palestinians behind
walls, the Israeli apartheid wall was also nothing less than a
self-inflicted imprisonment that the Jewish State imposed upon itself.
Within the Zio-centric discourse set by Nordau: prison equals refuge.

Consequently, the Tzabar is nothing less than a tragedy. He was doomed to
failure. The Tzabar was there to erect the new Hebraic Ghetto, he was there
to repair the trauma of abandonment of the old Jewish Ghetto which was a
result of European enlightenment and the trend towards Jewish emancipation.
The Tzabar was set to become a new 'civilized being'. Indeed mission
impossible, it aimed simultaneously towards two polar opposites:
universalism as well hardcore tribalism. Apparently, the seeds of the
Israeli apartheid and the foundations of the 'security wall' were
established already in the First Zionist Congress.

However, as much as the Tzabar exposes himself as an aggressor and as a
self-inflicted historical tragic entity, it is pretty clear that not many
people fully understand the conceptual and ideological depth behind that
deeply charged word, namely Tzabar. The Hebrew word tzabar is derived from
the Arabic word Sabbar, which is the name for the "prickly pear" cactus that
is scattered all over rural Palestine. The allusion is to a tenacious,
thorny desert plant with a thick hide that conceals a sweet, softer juicy
and tasty interior. Israeli-born Jews who call themselves Tzabars are there
to insist upon regarding themselves as 'tough on the outside, yet sweet and
tender on the inside'.

The Memory of Land

This very image of the Israeli native Jew as a duality between 'toughness'
and 'sweetness' is now reflected in the topography of the region. The
prickly walls that shred Palestine into Bantustans are there to protect the
sweet juicy image of 'cosmopolitan' Tel Aviv. Tragically, the landscape of
shredded Palestine is now a reflection of the Tzabar self-image and an
extension of his identity. Israeli aggression towards its neighbours
together with self-proclaimed righteousness is nothing but a reflection of
the 'tough and the sweet' fantasy.

Seemingly, Israelis insist upon regarding themselves as 'sweet and juicy'.
At the end of the day, self-loving has made it into the Jewish common
stereotype more than a while ago (as opposed to self-hating, a quality that
is attributed solely to the odd Jewish humanists and thinkers). Yet, out of
Israel, some people share some serious doubts regarding the sweetness and
the juiciness of the Israeli and the Tzabar. We have recently learned that
Israeli ministers and IDF officers are now formally advised to refrain from
making overseas journeys just to avoid arrests for crimes against humanity.

However, there is something that even the majority of the Tzabars don't
know. It is all about the symbolism of the cactus they are so happy to be
called after. This very prickly pear cactus, actually symbolises the Israeli
robbery of Palestine.

The Sabbar cactus is actually one of the last remnants of old Palestine on
the ground. The Sabbar cactus grows in proximity to areas of human
settlement, it is nourished by human waste. The Sabbar was an integral part
of the Palestinian villages' rustic landscape. It was an inherent part of
the Palestinian life cycle. Though Israel has managed to erase the traces of
the entirety of pre-1948 Palestinian villages and rural life, the Sabbars
came back soon after. Wherever you see a cactus in this land, you are more
than entitled to deduce that a Palestinian village, farm or a house had been
wiped out. The Sabbars are indeed prickly. Yet, their spikes are pointing at
the Tzabars who colonise the land and erased its history in the name of
Jewish history.

For Palestine (the Land) and Palestinians (the People), the Sabbars are far
from being nostalgia, they are subject to short memory and a lively present.
They are there on the stolen land craving for the Palestinian Falahs who
nourished them all throughout history. They are there on the land
maintaining the history of the Palestinian villages. They are there loaded
with fruit, awaiting Palestinian kids to come and grab their pears.

As much as the Tzabar proclaims to be 'tough and sweet', the Sabbar is there
to depict the facts on the ground:

Palestine is a piece of Land, Israel and the Tzabar are just another passing
moment in a phantasmic Jewish heroic phase. This phase is now entering its
final stage and it will be coming to an end very soon.

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The musician, writer and activist, Israeli-born Gilad Atzmon, lives
permanently in Great Britain, where he defends the cause of the liberation
of the Palestinian people. His most recent novel is My One and Only Love and
his most recent recording is Refuge. His site is http://www.gilad.co.uk.

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