I Would Love To Leave My Children

I Know One Or Two Things About Fanaticism And Death, And I Reject Them.

I Would Love To Leave My Children And Grandchildren A Nicer World Than The One I Am Going To Leave Them. But Bearing In Mind That I Was Born In The World Of Hitler, Mussolini And Franco, The Legacy I Leave Them Might Not Be As Terrible As The Legacy My Parents And Grandparents Left To Me.

Of Course, We Carry Inside Of Ourselves Our Parents. Even When They Are Dead, We Carry Them Inside Ourselves. And They Are Carrying Inside Themselves Their Dead Parents And So On And So Forth. There Is A Legacy Of Language And Culture And Religion. In Some Cases, Family Stories Told By Grandparents To Little Grandchildren. When I Say My Novels Are Set In Israel In The Last Seventy Years, This Entails The Fact That They Begin Hundreds Or Thousands Of Years Earlier In Time. Everybody Comes From Somewhere.

We Got A Wonderful Present From Stalin And Hitler That They Never Meant To Give Us. We Were Immune For 60 Years Or So To Aggression, Racism And Militarism. They Made Us Partly Immune To These Things. Now It Appears This Stalin-hitler Present Has Reached Its Expiration Date. We Were Spoiled By This. So Maybe We Are Just Emerging Out Of A Relatively Golden Age.

The Minute We Leave South Lebanon We Will Have To Erase The Word Hezbollah From Our Vocabulary, Because The Whole Idea Of The State Of Israel Versus Hezbollah Was Sheer Folly From The Outset. It Most Certainly No Longer Will Be Relevant When Israel Returns To Her Internationally Recognized Northern Border.