The madness of the recent elections put me into a drunken stupor (even though I do not drink alcoholic beverages). For hours on end I sat glued to Arutz 12 and listened to the commentators and rejoiced in the final counting (or so I thought !!). Gantz at 37 and Bibi at 33.
I was excited that my preferred candidate, a newcomer to politics, was announced the winner. I rushed to inform my family of the welcome news and sent a dozen emails to friends living outside of Israel.
I even prepared a celebratory dinner for me and my daughter and while the food was cooking I wrote and sent an article to my editor in praise of the Benny Gantz victory.
Only sometime later I was informed that a revised count of the ballots gave the victory to Binyamin Netanyahu. I was overcome by surprise. What would happen to the now incorrect data of my article.?
Since it had already been submitted as a draft, I added a revision statement at the end apologizing for conveying incorrect information. Thankfully and kindly, my editor accepted it for publication.
Additionally, I could not enjoy eating a celebratory meal. Food would stick in my throat as I grieved for the apparent defeat of Benny Gantz. I had wrongly assumed that most of our voters would not support Bibi in view of his upcoming conviction, hearing, trial, and possible imprisonment. I thought why elect someone who within 8 months in office may be indicted and removed from office. I was wrong !
I jumped the gun and have need to apologize to my readers for my error. Mea cuilpa. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa. My “sin”. My “sin”. My big “sin”.
Today I have learned a lesson that I should have known from Journalism 101… never publish until the information is known to be 100% correct and accepted by the editors prior to publication.
Those of you who have read lately my many articles regarding this election know very well my personal views on the candidates. I was completely surprised to learn that Naftali Bennett and Ayelet Shaked of the New Right party received zero mandates. The Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Justice are now up for grabs.
I was not at all upset that Feiglin, an absolute heavy-drinking lunatic, received zero mandates. At least our country is still safe in Netanyahu’s hands, even though I regret his victory.
This election proved that our democracy is still alive and vibrant. Long may it ever be so.
The poor turn-out of Arab voters was rather surprising but I was pleased that they will be represented by Dr. Ahmed Tibi, an outstanding Arab orator. It is said that Dr. Tibi’s magnificent Hebrew is comparable to Abba Eban’s magnificent English. Dr. Tibi represents his people well.
It saddened me to see that no Druze member was re-elected to the Knesset. We need their voices, their votes and their input because they are the most loyal and loving of our non-Jewish minority citizens.
Perhaps the new Knesset can revise or adjust portions of Bibi’s disliked Nation-State law in order to satisfy and soothe with healing balm of Gilead the hearts and minds of our unhappy minorities.
Now we must await the party representatives who must meet with President Rivlin prior to his decision to announce who will be our new prime minister. It does not require him to choose Netanyahu.
These are interesting times in the circus history of our young country. All that is missing are the elephants, the clowns, and the popcorn.
And I truly hope we will never have to go through another such a badly mixed-up election campaign as we have now experienced and survived.
Tolerance and respect for differences are the elements very sadly lacking in our political life.
Instead of enjoying the charoset, too many prefer the bitter taste of the maror. That is perhaps why the Hillel sandwich composed of a combination of charoset and maror between two small slices of matzah are the main hors’ d’ouevres at the Passover seder.
Their lesson is to teach us that we must accept the bitter and the sweet together.
Apologies to readers for my jumping the gun. At 86 I hope I don’t make too many more mistakes lest the pearly gates of heaven will be closed to me.
To all, best wishes for a chag haPesach kasher v’samayach. Or in my father’s words, a zeesen Pesach.