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May 28, 2017


By Uri Avnery

Source:  Gush Shalom

THANK GOD for Oren Hazan.

Without him, this would have been an exceedingly dull visit.

Israel's cabinet ministers were lined up in the blazing sun at the foot of the airplane
stairs for the official reception of President Donald Trump.

It was very hot, there was no shade, dark suits for men were obligatory. Just awful.

Many cabinet ministers did not want to attend. The Prime Minister had to compel them
with dire threats.

But lo and behold, when Trump descended from the presidential plane, there was an
endless line of receivers. Not only all the cabinet ministers were lined up, but also a
large number of infiltrators. It was too late to remove them.

The most prominent among them was Oren Hazan. A simple first-term Member of the
Knesset, with an acknowledged gift for vulgarity, he infiltrated the row of cabinet
ministers. When President Trump approached his outstretched hand, Hazan
produced his cellphone and started to take pictures of himself with the President, who,
taken by surprise, cooperated sheepishly.

Within seconds, the photo was all over the world and on many websites. It seems to
have made little impression in America itself. But Hazan was proud. It boosted his
image even more than the recent court case, where it was found that there was no
proof that he provided prostitutes to clients of his casino in Bulgaria.

It was as if somebody was out to prove my contention of last week, that the present
Knesset was full of "parliamentary riffraff". Oren Hazan fits that description admirably.

THERE WERE two Donald Trumps this week. One of them was touring the Middle
East, being feted everywhere. The second was in Washington, where he was battered
from all sides, denounced for incompetence and even threatened with impeachment
in the future.

Against the background of his troubles at home, Trump's Arabian Nights were

His first stop was Saudi Arabia. The desert kingdom put forward its best face. The
royal family, consisting of a few hundred princes (princesses do not count) looked like
the realization of all of Trump's secret dreams. He was received like a gift from Allah.
Even Melania, demure and silent as usual, was allowed to be present (and that in a
kingdom in which women are not allowed to drive a car.)

As usual among eastern potentates, gifts were exchanged. The gift for Trump was a
110 billion arms deal that will provide jobs for multitudes of American workers, as well
as investment in American enterprises.

After his short stay, including a meeting with a large group of Arab rulers, Trump
came away with tremendous enthusiasm for everything Arab.

After a two hour flight, he was in a completely different world: Israel.

SAUDI ARABIA and Israel have no common border. Though at one point – by the Gulf
of Aqaba – only a few miles of Jordanian territory separate them, the two states could
just as well exist on different planets.

Contrary to the romance of the desert kingdom, where hunting hawks are prized,
horses are admired and women are kept behind closed doors, Israel is a very prosaic
place. Trump quickly learned just how prosaic.

Before the airport ceremony, Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu had a hard time
convincing his cabinet to come to the airport at all. It was a very warm day, Ben
Gurion airport is an especially hot place, and wearing a heavy, dark business suit is a
nightmare for Israelis.

But in the end, the honor of attending was overwhelming. Not only did all cabinet
ministers attend, but quite a number of ordinary (in both senses) parliamentarians
and the like infiltrated the receiving line, which must have looked endless to the
esteemed guest. Hazan was just one of many, though the most colorful.

They did not just want to shake hands. Every one of them had something very
important to convey. So poor Donald had to listen politely to each and every one of
them reciting his historic remark, mostly about the sanctity of eternal Jerusalem.

The Minister of Police had an urgent news item for Trump: there had just been a
terror attack in Tel Aviv. It appeared later, that it was an ordinary road traffic accident.
Well, a police minister cannot always be well informed.

(My humble advice: on such hot days, please erect an air-conditioned tent at the

A WORD about The Ladies.

I presume that in her marriage contract, Melania Trump undertook to be graceful and
silent on such occasions. Along the lines: look beautiful and shut up.

So she stands aloof, slim, statuesque, her profile to the cameras.

Sarah Netanyahu is the very opposite. She is not quite as sleek as Melania, and she
certainly does not shut up. On the contrary, she does not stop talking. She seems to
have a compulsive desire to be the center of attention in every scene.

When a microphone succeeded in capturing a snatch of her small talk, it was about
painting the walls of the official residence in anticipation of this visit. Not very highbrow.

I don't think that it is wise for Sarah'le to stand next to an international beauty queen
like Melania. (Just a thought.)

IT ALL reminded me of a book I read ages go. The first British colonial District Officer
in Jerusalem, almost a hundred years ago, wrote his memoirs.

The British entered Palestine and soon issued the Balfour Declaration, which
promised the Jews a national home in in the country. Even if the Declaration was a
pretext for grabbing Palestine for the British Empire, the British were indeed imbued
with a love for this country. They were also quite friendly to the Jews.

Not for long. The colonial officers came, met Jews and Arabs, and fell in love with the
Arabs. Hosting guests is a part of Arab culture, a long-standing tradition. The British
loved the Arab aristocracy.

They were much less enamored with the Zionist functionaries, mostly from Eastern
Europe, who never ceased to demand and complain. They talked too much. They
argued. No beautiful horses. No hawks. No noble manners.

By the end of British rule, very few British administrators were ardent Jew-lovers.

AS FOR the political content of Trump’s visit, it was a contest of lies. Trump is a good
liar. But no match for Netanyahu.

Trump spoke endlessly about Peace. Being quite ignorant of the issues, he may even
have meant it. At least he put the word back on the table, after Israelis of almost all
shades had erased it from their vocabulary. Israelis, even peaceniks, prefer now to
speak of "separation" (which, to my mind, is opposed to the spirit of peace.)

Netanyahu loves peace, but there are things he loves more – annexation, for
example. And settlements.

In one of his addresses, a sentence was hidden that, it seems, nobody noticed but
me. He said that “security” in the country – meaning the right to use armed force from
the Mediterranean Sea to the Jordan River – will be exclusively in the hands of Israel.
This, in simple words, means an eternal occupation, reducing the Palestinian entity to
some kind of Bantustan.

Trump did not appear to notice. How could he be expected to?

PEACE IS not just a word. It is a political situation. Sometimes it is also a state of mind.

Trump came to Israel with the impression that the Saudi princes had just offered him a
deal – Israel will free Palestine, Sunni Arabs and Israelis will become one happy
family, they will fight together against bad old Shiite Iran. Wonderful.

Only Netanyahu does not dream of freeing Palestine. He does not really give a damn
about far-away Iran. He wants to hold on to East Jerusalem, to the West Bank and,
indirectly, to the Gaza Strip.

So Trump went home, happy and satisfied. And in a few days, all of this will be

And we will have to solve our problems ourselves.