Avraham Azrieli - The Masada Complex

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Drexel had to stand on his toes to peck her cheek. Back at the mike, he said, “Since earning her journalism degree at Arizona State over two decades ago, Masada has dedicated her life to the truth, expounding the accomplishments of good people, and exposing the failings of prominent ones. Her relentless pursuit of the truth has earned her many awards-”

“And enemies,” she interrupted him.

“And critics,” Drexel said, “and a Pulitzer Prize last year for her book,” he glanced at his notes, “ Holy Land to Disneyland: Sabra Immigrants Embracing the American Dream .”

The audience clapped politely, and Rabbi Josh smiled. He had suggested she should write a companion book about American Jews who had immigrated successfully to Israel.

“Masada’s contributions,” Drexel continued, “to our Grand Canyon State, go beyond mere words. She is the only investigative reporter in modern history to bring down two state governors-each of them impeached based on her findings. Now that’s an laudable record!”

“Not so laudable for the state of Arizona,” Masada said.

Rabbi Josh laughed, together with the whole crowd.

“The prize committee,” Drexel continued, “voted to award this year’s prize to Masada El-Tal for her most recent expose in Jab Magazine , which was titled: Senator Mahoney: For Sale . That report, as you know, rattled political fault lines from Arizona to Washington and all the way to Jerusalem!”

The audience applauded meekly, which did not surprise Rabbi Josh. By exposing a bribe, Masada had forced Senator Jim Mahoney to resign and face a federal indictment. But the old man was still Arizona’s most admired politician, even in disgrace. His illustrious career, culminating in chairmanship of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee and a viable presidential run, which he lost by a small margin, had brought Arizona a great deal of pride, as well as a number of lucrative Federal projects. According to Masada’s article, the senator had taken a large cash amount in exchange for pushing through a piece of legislation called The U.S.-Israel Mutual Defense Act . But she was yet to trace the source of the money, though all fingers pointed at the State of Israel as the likely culprit, despite its formal denials.

A man in a blue jacket rushed onto the stage and whispered to Drexel, whose smile vanished. Shading his eyes, Drexel strained to see the rear of the hall. Rabbi Josh looked back and saw the valet boys lined up with their backs pressed against the tall doors.

Drexel handed Masada a silver statue. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks you.” She lifted the statue. “This boy is perched on a bundle of newspapers, announcing the headlines through a tin cone. That’s how they sold news before the Internet.”

Rabbi Josh glanced again at the rear of the hall. Was someone trying to get in?

“But whether we deliver the news by shouting it,” she continued, “by writing it, or by sending tiny electronic signals to your iPhone, we’re only the messengers. When money changes hands for political favors, both payer and recipient betray the public, not the reporter who exposes the crime.”

Rabbi Josh watched her, his fingers mulling the lapel pin on his jacket, a tiny combination of the U.S. and Israeli flags, joined at the stem.

“I receive many e-mails from readers,” she said, “asking why a former kibbutznik and IDF veteran would publish an article that hurt Israel. They are correct. Every time I write about Israel, I’m torn between my heart and my professional duty. Last week, a woman told me about her visit to King Herod’s ancient fort atop the mountain I’m named for, how she cried for the Jewish zealots who killed their children and themselves on Mount Masada rather than become slaves to the Romans. But I worry about today’s Jewish children.”

A murmur passed through the hall.

“In Haifa, kids board a bus to school but instead arrive at the cemetery. In Jerusalem, yeshiva students study a page of Talmud and a moment later cover it with their blood. Teenagers on the Tel Aviv beachfront eat their last pizza ever . And boys who should be dancing at college parties are instead writhing in their burning tanks in the Galilee or near Gaza.”

The last image generated a groan from the audience.

“The Zionist dream of Israel as a safe haven for the Jewish people has failed to materialize. For decades now, major wars have interspersed with small wars, ending young, promising lives, leaving behind widows and orphans. Rockets continue to hit kindergartens in southern Israel, missiles land on factories in the north, and Palestinian men and women strap on explosive belts and go to a shopping mall. Since earning independence as a small Jewish state shortly after the Holocaust, in the six decades that have passed, not a single family in Israel has been spared grief, either for a son, lost in service to his country, a mother, blown apart in the marketplace, or for a grandfather, shot dead on his way to the synagogue.”

Rabbi Josh glanced around the hall, where hundreds of faces watched Masada in silence, mesmerized by her intense eloquence.

“Morally speaking,” she continued, “Arab terrorists and their sponsors are evil. Legally, Israel’s endless wars have been a matter of self-defense. And strategically, if Syria or Iran use their stockpiles of weapons of mass destruction, Israel would rightfully retaliate with its own doomsday arsenal. But what’s really best for humanity? Or for the Jewish people? Killing again and again for decades, even if in justifiable preemption of attacks, eventually transforms the defender into an aggressor, the victim into an oppressor, the freedom-seeker into a occupier. And while Israel continues to fight its enemies, its own social fabric is fraying by factional infighting and constant political discord, and the emotional gap between Israelis and Diaspora Jews is widening.”

A few heads nodded.

“It’s painful,” Masada said, “to watch my former homeland bend under the pressures of senseless hate and lost friendships. But the perspective of many years away from Israel gives me the emotional detachment one needs in order to ponder the unthinkable: Is modern Israel, like the multiple Israelite kingdoms of ancient times, merely another failed experiment in Jewish sovereignty?”

Rabbi Josh shifted in his seat, inhaled deeply, and exhaled. Masada looked at him from the stage, waiting, as if the hall was empty, as if she expected him to stand up and fire a retort.

The silence was broken by banging on the doors in the back.

Drexel said, “Shit!”

The valet boys in the rear pressed against the doors. Muffled shouts filtered through, and a horse neighed outside.

“I’m grateful,” Masada again raised the silver statue, “as an immigrant to this wonderful country, for the opportunities given me here. It’s America’s greatest virtue, that we open our doors to all who wish to work hard and prosper here, while keeping out only those who hate us.”

The tall doors in the back of the hall burst open, swung to the sides and hit the walls with a bang. Rabbi Josh watched as a white horse, front hooves thrashing in the air, lunged through. The rider, in a long coat and a wide-brim hat, made the horse trot down the aisle between the tables toward the stage, horseshoes drumming on the marble floor. The audience stood up, applauding enthusiastically.

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Masada watched the senator press the stirrups to control the agitated horse, which rose on its rear legs before submitting to its master. The excited audience was on its feet, certain that this was part of the entertainment-a scripted stunt, orchestrated to amuse them. Masada knew better. She realized that, from this day on, her life would be dominated by tonight’s events.

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