Longings and disappointments: A voter in exile in New York
As a weary Israeli whose shoulders are stiff from 20-plus years of voting eligibility and the intolerable responsibility of its implications, this year I am having a respite. But I can't escape all Israelis' feelings of helplessness about the political situation, our compromises of conscience and the grave price we will all be paying for the election's likely outcome.
The first election in the history of the State of Israel was held on January 25th, 1949. I know that because the diary of my great-uncle Moshe Alpert has been circulating around my family. In it he described, with great emotion, that red-letter day when he, his wife and my grandfather, his brother, set out from their home at 5:35 A.M. for the polling station on Ethiopia Street in central Jerusalem. "After...
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