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One-state Israel, 2035: A morning in the land of boiling frogs: Miriam ponders life in Israel 2035, as she sips her rosemary tea in the shelter of her isolated home.
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"When Miriam woke up, the sun was already shining over Jerusalem. As she did her morning stretches, she looked out her bedroom window: birds chirped on the barricades separating her neighborhood from the neighboring Arab towns.
Fortunately, it seemed like a calm morning. Good, she had a lot to do today. She’d have to take her youngest to school, taking the long road of course - the shorter route was still blocked due to last week’s riots, and the even-shorter path was closed off years back when the government first declared it was giving up on attempting to solve the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and began to unilaterally close off all Jewish residential areas for “security reasons”, severing them from Arab sections.
Riots had become an almost weekly occurrence these days, as some Palestinians (armed mostly with rocks and homemade firearms) still demanded their own country. Others just demanded equal rights.
Back in the days when Jews and Arabs still drove on the same roads, Miriam remembered, coming and going took about half the time. And there was more than a 50% chance her windshield would remain whole until evening. Not so much now.
Sipping her rosemary infusion (coffee was hard to come by these days, what with the international embargo), she thought (as she often did) about the Israel of her young adulthood. “The last days of Zionism”, some called them, back when it seemed like demographics coupled with diplomatic inertia would lead to the end of Israel as it was. In a way, they had.
Unable now to stop the flood of memories, she remembered the Israel of her childhood, circa 2014, when politicians still spoke of a “two-state solution” but warned that time was running out. If Israel doesn’t act, they said, there would only be one state with an Arab majority between the river Jordan and the Mediterranean that couldn’t possibly keep its Jewish character.
How foolish they look now.
At first, It felt liberating to finally drop baggage of useless hope that a Palestinian state could reside peacefully next to Jewish Israel, but then came the hard years of the Third and Fourth Intifadas. How bloody they were. The military regime, the wars, the blockades on every street corner, the “Judaification" of ethnically-mixed areas to prevent “demographic time-bombs”. Arabs were temporarily quarantined, then transferred to designated living areas, separate in everything - schools, roads, stores.
It felt normal at first, like it was always this way. After all, it’s not like she and her Arab neighbors ever sent their children to the same schools. But it really wasn’t the same.
Then came the tough choices, the endless debates over what’s more important: retaining the country’s Jewish identity or remaining democratic? Then the referendums. She remembered the campaigns. “One nation, for one people”, said one popular slogan. Another stated: “Jewish values and democracy are not mutually exclusive”. That one was less popular with the crowds.
But that was all history now. Things had calmed since then, and she hadn’t seen an Arab in months, other then the Palestinian kids from the surrounding area, of course, peering through cracks in the wall protecting the expensive new road built for Jewish use.
She made breakfast. Two pieces of toast, cottage cheese, and tomatoes. Imported groceries were hard to come by these days, what with the international embargo. But maybe that was a good thing - after all, money was tight: she was unemployed ever since she could remember and her husband didn’t make much. Israel’s transition into an autarky was a rough one and the days of “Start-Up Nation” were long gone.
She longed for those days sometimes, when Israel seemed almost like a part of the world.
But enough sulking, she thought. Her oldest would be off to college soon - an Israeli one, of course, since Israeli students were no longer allowed to attend international schools. But that didn’t really matter, since it’s not like he could work abroad anyway. Her family would always remain together, she thought, ever the optimist.
She remembered how her sister and brother-in-law took the children and left for America, and all the people she knew who used their foreign passports and emigrated, leaving behind friends and family. How happy she was that her small family would be spared such heartache!
And as she bit into her toast, a smile spread across her face. Yes, some people, mainly in one newspaper, said that this situation can’t last, won’t last, that the days of Jewish dominance over the land are numbered. But the same people said the same things back in 2014, and here we are, still here, she thought, as if celebrating some hidden victory.
Those naifs in 2014, maybe even her younger self, would probably say this Israel, her Israel, was an isolated, extremist, violent, poor apartheid country on the precipice of inevitable and violent revolution. Nudniks.
In a few hours, she thought, her husband will come home, and the kids will run around the house playing (outside, warned the police, was unsafe at night). Tomorrow will come, and the sun, once again, will shine above the walls and barricades of New Jerusalem.
How nice, she thought, to live in our Jewish state."