It's the same in any lingo

בַּת-בָּבֶל, הַשְּׁדוּדָה: אַשְׁרֵי שֶׁיְשַׁלֶּם-לָךְ-- אֶת-גְּמוּלֵךְ, שֶׁגָּמַלְתּ לָנוּ
אַשְׁרֵי שֶׁיֹּאחֵז וְנִפֵּץ אֶת-עֹלָלַיִךְ-- אֶל-הַסָּלַע


How can one be compelled to accept slavery? I simply refuse to do the master's bidding. He may torture me, break my bones to atoms and even kill me. He will then have my dead body, not my obedience. Ultimately, therefore, it is I who am the victor and not he, for he has failed in getting me to do what he wanted done. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? If not now, when? ~ Rav Hillel, Pirke Avot

This Red Sea Pedestrian Stands against Judeophobes

This Red Sea Pedestrian Stands against Judeophobes
Wear It With Pride

09 August 2009

The Expulsion From Jerusalem

These photos are surfacing across the Jewish blogosphere. Sultan Knish published some from the collection hosted by Ben Atlas from the LIFE magazine articles on what happened over in Israel in '48.

As you will see, the forced expulsion of Jerusalem's Jews by the Arab legion was devastating. Now you can see for yourselves some of what the Arabs did to us, and Jerusalem, when they drove us out. Now that we are back, and have reunited the City of David, anyone who thinks that Marack, the Arabs, or anyone else is going to drive us out, is sadly fucking mistaken. There is a reason Jerusalem was reunited. We are back, and we are not leaving.

See the collection here and here.


Jewish families waiting outside their homes to be evacuated by Arab troops. Jerusalem, Israel. June 1948. John Phillips



Rubble lying in the streets after Arab looting of that same Jewish neighborhood. Jerusalem. June 1948. John Phillips




Jewish girl, Rachel Levy, 7, fleeing from street w. burning bldgs. as the Arabs sack Jerusalem after its surrender. May 28, 1948. John Phillips







Jewish families leaving the old city through Zion's Gate. June 1948. John Phillips


2 comments:

muse said...

great pictures
I know some of those buildings.

Shtuey said...

Muse, when I was a kid I remember coming across the issue of LIFE with Rachel Levy's picture. When I finally got to walk the streets of the Old City I remembered those photos and thought how miraculous it was that we were free to be there again. Seeing the sun reflecting off the stones is a far cry from the flames and fear of 1948.