Political Discussion on Arab Identity in Israel

Okay, you have to see this. Lucy the Arab from Ballot Box Girls.

God willing.

Hareesh and Shai Golden, whose political position depends on which channel

pays him this month's salary, went to see what the Arab public thinks

just before the elections, and discovered there is apparently no co in coexistence.

Our Palestinian identity isn't discussed by any government.

Our Palestinian identity isn't discussed by any government.

Your Palestinian identity isn't discussed by any government because there is no

such thing as a Palestinian identity. You don't see creatures

from Narnia, like the fighting mouse Reepicheep, complaining

that their Narnian identity isn't discussed by any government, right?

That's because there is no and never was a place called

Narnia, and there are no Narnians.

I'm not Israeli, I'm an exile in Israel.

You're not Israeli?

No.

Do you have an Israeli passport?

Yes.

Do you have an Israeli ID card?

Yes.

You're in a party running for the Israeli Knesset.

Yes.

How can you tell me you're not from Israel?

I'm an Israeli citizen.

Well, if it sounds like a hookah and smells like a

hookah

As I see it in Israel, apparently there are citizens who see their relationship with the state

not as a partnership. It’s more of a fling with a sugar daddy of rights,

a sponsor of benefits. The blue ID card is merely a coupon card

for money from National Insurance, child allowances, subsidized education, healthcare,

freedom of speech, freedom to protest, the right to vote and be elected to the Knesset, and much more.

In all that, they’re fully Israeli. In everything else, they’re not Israeli

at all. But if you ask them to give up their blue ID

and move

to this imaginary Imam of the Believers, they’d refuse, because there, let’s say,

women don’t have as many rights or such a glorious career.

Some are stoned over family honor, and others become machines

for having children and making coffee in a finjan.

What have you conquered here? Go ask your grandfather.

You have the face of a conqueror.

Hello, hello, hello. I have to come to Shay’s aid this time and point out that he has

him

the face of many things, but he doesn’t have a conqueror’s face.

You’re of...

The UN gave me a state, the UN gave me a state.

And at this moment, Lucy looks as though she thinks Kahane was right.

He gave the snakes a state too. You didn't want it.

The UN gave me a state. If this whole thing is just some real estate that the world

thawed out for us to build on, we'd negotiate and get ourselves a nice plot

in some

tropical place. Jews, a term derived from Judah, the tribe of Judah, the Kingdom of Judah.

This land belongs to our forefathers.

This half-room on the fourth floor, with no elevator, in a building undergoing TAMA renovation,

with shitty neighbors, is registered to us in the Land Registry. It's an inheritance, not a

rented apartment they agreed to let us move into.

Everything is shitty in this country, everything is shitty.

In my opinion, this is the peak moment in this fine video.

It's simply

finger-licking good. Everything is shitty in this country, said

an Arab woman without a hijab on her head, with a tattoo on her shoulder

that can be seen because she isn't wearing modest clothing according to

Sharia law, and she's holding a dog's leash, which is, of course,

haram in Islam. This is where irony died. That's it.

The funeral will take place on Thursday.

Everything is shitty.

Okay. That's it.

Great, that'll bring about change.

Yes, that's how it'll bring about change. Shay, sweetheart, with the face of a conqueror.

Maybe today you understood who you're up against. You won't be able to change them.