THE ALLURE OF DIVERSITY----A PERSONAL JOURNEY

I wrote this piece for a local Jewish newspaper in my community some years ago. I am sharing it here because I still hold sacred the time I spent with these people in their communities. I want to share the warmth, friendship and hope I received from this experience. I am still in touch with many of the folks I met then.
                                                              
My romance with Israel began in 1972, fresh out of college, and with a burning hunger for adventure in my veins.  I was compelled to visit Israel which surprised everyone who knew me as I was most definitely a secular Jew with no religious training or background whatsoever. My experience of being Jewish consisted of eating gefilte fish, matzo ball soup and brisket with family on the Jewish holidays. I arranged to volunteer at Kibbutz Gat through the Jewish Agency in New York. That was the start of my Israel love affair which resulted in 4 years living on the kibbutz and then in Kiryat Shemona and finally in Jerusalem. Israel was a child then and, in essence, so was I.
 
Throughout the years my heart has remained in Israel, resulting in numerous return trips, witnessing the maturation of the country. Every time I go back I am amazed by the development of this country sitting in the middle of an unfriendly neighborhood, unfriendly not just to Jews but to various religions, tribes, families and political entities. In spite of so much adversity, from within and without, the human spirit prevails in Israel, and this diverse population manages to produce results of mystifying proportions.
 
My latest foray into the country started with my intent to bring first time visitors to Israel. It is personally important to me for people to get past the media bias by experiencing Israel firsthand. I spent two weeks in April traveling throughout the country with 16 mostly Christian Americans and a knowledgeable Israeli tour guide. I referred to these folks as my “Israeli Virgins”.
 
We visited the typical tourist spots and incorporated home visits with a Druze teacher in Magdal Chams, a Christian Arab woman in Jaffa, a Palestinian hotel owner from East Jerusalem, an Armenian shop owner in the Old City of Jerusalem, an Orthodox Jewish family in B’nei Barak, a Jewish Ethiopian resettlement center in Tzfat and more. There is endless diversity in Israel, making it exotic, mysterious and  complex.
 
Wanting to extend my stay and experience more of Israel, I let people know I could give English lessons in exchange for home stays. It was my idea to contribute a skill I have and learn more about Israel in the process. I had been an ESL (English as a Second Language) teacher to both children and adults in Israel and the U.S. in the past.
 
 A retired female army colonel acquaintance from Tel Aviv offered a week living with her so I could help build her confidence speaking English. I accepted the offer. I also contacted N.J.’s Greater Metro West Global Connections staff member in Israel, Michal Zur, letting her know I could teach in some of their partnership communities. I have an ongoing involvement with GMW’s Arad community and felt a very strong connection with the families I knew there. Why not extend these “living bridge” relationships even further using ESL to build more connections?
 
Thanks to Michal and the GreaterMW staff in Israel, a plan took shape. I taught children at Hagivah, a grammar school in Ofakim in the Negev, and worked closely with the two English teachers there, Olga and Cami. Olga incorporates yoga, art and English providing the third, fourth, fifth and sixth graders with learning experiences from a fresh perspective of calmness and acceptance. Her methodology has become a model for teachers in other schools.

Islam & Tesehel, my hosts, a the Bedouin Museum.

My bed in their home.

I had the great pleasure of living with the Kurzfeld family in Ofakim, a Jewish family whom I now consider  one of my Israeli families. David is of Russian background and Ayallah is Moroccan. I was invited into Ayallah’s parents’ home as well where we enjoyed fine Moroccan homecooking on Shabbat. The warmth extended by the entire family touched me deeply…the parents, the grandparents, the kids, Ayallah’s sisters and brother-in-law. David works in the police department with the dangerous and important job of detonating missiles and rockets which have landed in Israel from Gaza. I learned a great deal about this work from him.

From Ofakim, I went to Lakiya, one of 7 recognized Bedouin villages in the Negev. A recognized village is on the grid meaning electricity, sewage and garbage pick -up exist. I stayed with an educated, handsome, young couple who taught me much about Bedouin life, even some cooking tips. Immediately upon entering their home, which was built on property owned by Islam’s family, customary in the Bedouin world, I felt safe and at ease. I had no idea what to expect.  There were some Israeli Jews who questioned my decision to embark on this adventure and I ignored their concerns. The home was beautifully furnished and sparkling clean. Tesehel and Islam treated me with warm hospitality, extending a welcoming hand in friendship which I gladly accepted.
 
We became so comfortable so quickly with one another that after 2 days we were joking that I could be Islam’s second wife. It is still customary for Bedouin men to have multiple wives…and many children, a practice resulting in a rapidly growing population. Tesehel wears the hijab (means cover in Arabic) out of the house, even in the backyard where we spent time sharing our life experiences. Tesehel is a modern, Arabic, Hebrew and English speaking woman, who works  in a Youth At Risk program in Segev Shalom. Her husband, also trilingual, works in Beersheva.                       .
 
Tesehel drove to Segev Shalom each morning for her job with Youth Futures and I traveled with her to teach English at an elementary  school. Here is one of many Negev Bedouin grammar schools, quite dirty and brimming with overactive kids. I was taken aback by the lack of discipline and cleanliness. But I admired the teachers I worked with who came from Arab Muslim villages in the north.

Rula, an English teacher from an Arab village in the North of Israel, who is teaching in Segev Shalom, a Bedouin village.

Rula, the second Arab Muslim English teacher I worked with, also from the north, is living with her husband, a psychologist, and their 3 year old son who attends school in Beersheva. Rula is attending Tel Aviv University for her masters in teaching English. Her command of the English language is somewhat lacking but where she shines is her insistence that the children clean the room before she will teach them and that they respect her, themselves and each other. She keeps their attention and they are well behaved due to her attitude towards them. She is professional and respectful and while the children are not exactly speaking English, they are learning and maintaining the vocabulary she is teaching them.
 
I stayed with Rule and her small family for a few nights in Segev Shalom in their rented house not far from the school. One afternoon they took me to one of 40 unrecognized Bedouin villages to meet their friends, a young couple who both work outside the village. Here there is no electricity, no sewage, no garbage collection, no running water. These villages predate the state of Israel from Ottoman and British rule. They have gas canisters, solar panels, camels, sheep and goats. It is not permitted to build in the unrecognized villages. These formerly nomadic people are resistant to “urban life” which is how they view the recognized villages.
 
Were they willing to relocate to one of the recognized villages they would receive compensation from the Israeli government, a privilege not offered to other Israeli citizens.  Just hours after visiting this particular village we learned that two children who had been playing with collected metal objects  there died as one of these objects exploded.
 
There are no extracurricular activities available to these kids so they play with what is available to them. Bales of hay, metal objects, rocks, anything to occupy the time. Here there is backyard burning of garbage since there is no pickup. Heavy smoking, drug trafficking, joblessness are rampant. But there is good news: today 60-70% of Bedouins studying in higher education are women. Not that long ago girls were not allowed to continue their education past the sixth grade. As the older generation passes on and younger generations take on leadership roles, empowerment initiatives, development projects and embrace modern day conveniences and opportunities, the landscape of the Negev will change both literally and figuratively.
 
As for me and my experience with this population, I left Israel with hope in my heart. I was fortunate to tutor a very talented, smart fifth grader whose mother is a teacher in the school. Recognizing her daughter’s ability and potential she is working on sending her daughter to England for the summer to improve her English. This is against her husband’s wishes but I know she will prevail because she sees the value in education and is committed to her daughter having a fulfilled life.
 
 I urged her to continue in her efforts. When she hugged me and said that my presence there occupied a significant place in the heart of the school I felt I had really accomplished something. Diversity is both the challenge and the key to Israel’s success. I am happy to be part of it.

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