Its Israels voice today, but it brings us back to yesteryear; they are returning to the Ben-Gurion era, when the Israel Broadcasting Authority found shelter beneath the wings of the Prime Ministers Office.
This month saw the publication of the book BKol Ram (In a Loud Voice) by Israeli newsman Elimelech Ram, who confesses: Censorship silenced us. That was the atmosphere imposed by Ben-Gurion.
We were the governments yes-men. It took us time to understand that something wasnt kosher here and that this alliance had to be broken. What was understood then is not understood now.
I was there, during those years, a Benjamin in the company of lions and their cubs. I recall the phone calls from aides and advisers. Each of us developed his own methods of evading them. I invented the broken telephone Hello, whats the matter with this screwed-up phone? Hello, I cant hear a thing. And by the time the line was repaired the broadcast was on the air, too late to censor.
I was an inexperienced young man, but I have never worked with people graced with such intelligence and integrity, refusing to sing along with the choir. Although the law subjugated radio to the government – we were still living without television it was clear to everyone that change was around the corner. And we didnt say the day will come, we helped bring it about. In 1965 Prime Minister Levi Eshkol released broadcasting from slavery to freedom, and that subversive gang Haggai Pinsker, Yoram Ronen, Yirmiyahu Yovel, Micha Shagrir, Yigal Lossin and Yaron London stood up and cheered.
Where are they and where are Amir Gilat, Yoni Ben-Menachem and Mickey Miro? Where is Eshkol and where is Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu? Every state in the making is a mobilized state. There is no need to mobilize it, it serves of its own free will, out of a sense of mission: Lets come together to the aid of the nation. But the years pass, the society matures, and then its capable of marching on its own. In the mid-60s, only 15 years after independence, we knew our own minds and crossed the street without escorts.
Thats the difference between those days and these, vive la difference. We wanted to be released from our shackles, whereas our successors want to be tied up. We wanted to broadcast and they want to serve, to renew the alliance that we decided to break. Its enough to check out the new managers to know what theyre made of: There is subservience and no resistance, there are missionaries and no mission, there is payment and nothing in return they are professional lackeys. Its pleasant and rewarding to stand at the entrance of the conference room on Sunday mornings and receive a pat on the back from the prime minister; theres no doubt about it, Shmulik, he likes you.
We always fought for public broadcasting, even during its worst periods when commissars were sent to supervise its political correctness, to tame the shrew. The day will come when it fulfills its function, we said to ourselves. It would be a mistake, we believed, to place our confusion in the hands of the whitewashers from the commercial channels.
But now, when Netanyahu is reaching out for the broadcasting authority, and Defense Minister Ehud Barak is reeducating Army Radio, we are beginning to have regrets. After all, we have no desire for a large and expensive mouthpiece designed to brainwash us. When it comes to cottage cheese we go out and do battle, but when we are poisoned by government- sponsored delicacies, a consumer boycott is inconceivable.
And maybe theres another way to stop the purge (who will be ousted next?): to kill the censor within us while it is still small and remove from the studio the fear that paralyzes and silences us. The people in charge have to know that the broadcaster who is kicked out will not be quickly replaced, the collaborators will have no collaborators, and the microphone of His Masters Voice will remain closed and abandoned. Is that too much to expect from colleagues?
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