The Israeli Shift to the Right That Never Happened
When the dust cleared on Tuesdays elections in Israel, Benjamin Netanyahu’s Likud had seemingly pulled off a great upset- cornering 30 seats in the incoming Knesset, and first crack at forming the next Israeli government. Bibi will almost definitely be the Prime Minister for his fourth (and third consecutive) time. Israelis, analysts and journalists included, are consistently referring to this as a failure of the left, a victory by the right, and a near-coup by the Likud Party, which merely 24 hours earlier were expected to garner Knesset seats in the low 20s and fall behind the center-left Zionist Union. Internationally, the victory is being portrayed as a barometer of Israeli public opinion, with some considering this a sign that Israel doesn’t want peace with Palestinians, or that the electorate has shifted to the far right.
The Six-Day War between Political Miscalculations & Sheer Aggression
In his illustration of the crises preceding the June War 1967 – “The Six-Day War,” Sune Persson (2012) refers to the Egyptian prestige being tarnished after the setbacks in Yemen and in May Egypt’s countermeasures were carried out: army was ordered into the Sinai, which had been demilitarized since 1956, request was made for the evacuation of UN forces and a new blockade of the Gulf of Aqaba.
In addition to escalation of tensions on all Arab-Israeli fronts, further element featuring the context of the June War was underlined by Kissinger (1979), who perceived Soviet Union warning Egypt of an imminent Israeli attack on Syria setting in motion a fateful process comprising the above mentioned measures ordered by Nasser.
Lebanese Jews in New York: Longing for Home
A general view shows the Magen Abraham Synagogue, currently undergoing restoration, in the Lebanese capital Beirut on 19 October 2010. Located in the former Jewish quarter of Wadi Abu Jamil, the synagogue was abandoned during Lebanon’s civil war. (Photo: AFP – Joseph Eid)
As her brother drove her through the streets of downtown Beirut on a balmy January day, 76-year-old Suzette Sasson felt like a stranger in her own city. Captivated by the new places and unfamiliar faces, she failed to notice they had reached Wadi Abou Jamil, the neighborhood she had longed to return to for years. But when her brother stopped the car and pointed to a four-story building, Sasson was shaken out of her limbo. She stared, drowning in silence.
“Go up mama,” said her 40-year-old son Raymond, sitting behind her. “But what should I say?” she muttered nervously.
When a woman opened the door of the apartment on the third floor, Sasson told her in Arabic: “I grew up here, can I see the house?”