Shadi the cop’s Shabbos in Jerusalem

I have a friend. His name is Shadi, and he’s an Arab and he’s also a cop serving in Jerusalem.

This is what happened to him on Shabbat, right after Purim.

He and his Jewish partner Yossi were working a long, cold shift in the center of town when they got called in for a public disturbance.

A bunch of young Yeshiva boys had been drinking, acting like fools with no mamas… carousing, throwing bottles, and shouting at random people.

Shadi and Yossi rolled up.

The boys converged on Shadi.

“Shabbos!!!” They yelled “SHABBOS!!!”

(For those not familiar with Jewish custom, this can happen sometimes when Haredi – Ultra-Orthodox – Jews see other Jewish people breaking the Sabbath, the Jewish day of rest.)

“Huh?” Shadi said.

“SHABBOS!!!!!! SHABBOSSSS!!!” One of the boys got up in Shadi’s face.

“But my brother,” Shadi said “I’m an Arab! I’m a Goy!”

“Ah! You’re a Goy?”

“Yes, I’m a Goy!”

“Oh,” the boy said and pointed to Yossi. “Is that one a Jew?  I’ll go bother him! But thank you for your service!”

About the Author
Sarah Tuttle-Singer, author of Jerusalem Drawn and Quartered and the New Media Editor at Times of Israel, She was raised in Venice Beach, California on Yiddish lullabies and Civil Rights anthems. She now lives in Jerusalem with her 3 kids where she climbs roofs, explores cisterns, opens secret doors and talks to strangers, and writes stories about people. Sarah also speaks before audiences left, right, and center through the Jewish Speakers Bureau, asking them to wrestle with important questions while celebrating their willingness to do so. She also loves whisky and tacos and chocolate chip cookies and old maps and foreign coins and discovering new ideas from different perspectives. Sarah is a work in progress.