Seraphic Secret In the Land of Israel, Part II August 4, 2015 by Robert J. Avrech 12 Comments Jews with guns. Karen’s brother David (right) is a rabbi, a lawyer, and a spectacularly wonderful and generous man. His son, our nephew Jeremy, is an IDF veteran who now works in one of those high-tech Israeli firms that are remaking the cyber landscape. Both father and son are licensed to carry in the land of Israel. In case you haven’t heard, the IslamoNazis who call themselves Palestinians are, just like Iran, at war with the Jewish state. Anyhoo, David and Jeremy both favor the Glock handgun for self-defense against Islamist terrorists. Another nephew is serving in the IDF right now. I asked him what’s doing with the Iranian portfolio. Nephew said, “We’re shifting all our priorities now.” Whatever that means. This nephew is something of a genius and we all assume he’s doing intelligence work. But Nephew just says that he works with ground forces. Whatever that means. Long time readers of this blog know that we like street signs. Seraphic Secret believes that public signs reveal a great deal about national character, aesthetics, and values. Here in Jerusalem Karen and I stood at the corner of Abraham Lincoln and King David. America and Israel are the only two countries founded upon a set of ideas bound up with notions of liberty, self-determination, and religious freedom. Abraham Lincoln and King David were both men of deep faith who were fated to become great, if reluctant warriors, responsible for creating and preserving unique bonds of nationhood. Click photo to enlarge. I think this sign reveals pretty much everything you need to know about the IslamoNazis who call themselves Palestinians. They are a proudly apartheid entity. Of course there are no Jews permitted in their settlements, and any Jew who does enter these Arab Muslim settlements will be publicly tortured and lynched. The PA fascists are ruthlessly ethnically cleansing Christians from their settlements. Signs like this will soon be common in Europe where there are already Islamist neighborhoods that are no-go zones for non-Muslims. The Europeans are in the process of trading their loyal and productive Jewish citizens for traitorous and parasitical Islamists. Walking the streets of Jerusalem we hear more French language speakers than ever before. And in almost every restaurant the menus are in Hebrew, English and French. So, we can safely assert that the end of a Jewish presence in France is in the not too distant future. Karen enjoys a silent concert in the upscale and popular outdoor Mamilla Mall. Lielle Meital has been a real trooper. As we explore Jerusalem, especially the Old City, there are quite a few steps to negotiate. Being here with our children and grandchildren is an emotional experience we will forever treasure. Not too far from where we are staying is the cemetery where Joan Winters is buried. In researching a story about Hollywood I came across the tragic Joan Winters story. Along with my friend and literary editor Rahel Jaskow we wrote about Joan here, here, and here. Because of the articles and because of Rahel’s herculean efforts, Joan’s unmarked grave was identified. A headstone with an inscription quoting from one of Joan’s poems was donated by Mr. Jerry Klinger through his wonderful organization, The Jewish American Society for Historic Preservation. Joan Winters was murdered and to this day the case remains unsolved. Rahel and I paid our respects to a fellow American. We are proud to have played a small part in preserving Joan’s memory. RIP. One of the loveliest modern buildings in Jerusalem is the Waldorf Astoria. After walking around in the heat for a few hours, Karen and I stepped into the blissfully AC’d Waldorf. The building expertly combines modern and traditional Jerusalem architectural elements. Behind us, you can see the light filled lobby and soaring ceiling. The lobby of the Waldorf is a popular spot for “shidduch dates.” Observant Jewish men and women agree to meet in the lobby where they sip coffee or tea and… talk. In this way they are able to spend time alone, but in public, and concentrate on the essentials of the other person. Are they attracted to each other? Are they compatible in their religious values? Do they have the same life goals? Shidduch (match) dates are designed to avoid the usual trappings and disappointments of modern dating where the signals between the sexes often sow confusion and bitter disappointment. Shidduch dating is not for everyone, especially young people who are fixated on notions of romance and quiet walks on the beach. But it does seem to work for a very specific Jewish demographic. One of the nicest experiences in the Jewish state is the presence of pious Christians who are deeply attached to the land of Israel. Karen and I found ourselves walking behind three nuns who were shopping and enjoying the open-air Mamilla Mall. A few minutes after I snapped this picture, a Moroccan Jew asked me to be the 10th man of a minyan (prayer quorum) so that he could recite the Kaddish for his father. There in this very upscale mall, I joined in prayer with Jews from Morocco, Yemen, France, England and, of course, America. Pedestrians in the mall didn’t give us a second glance. Our grandson Ariel Chaim wasn’t sure if this sculpture of an artist working at his easel was real or not. Karen is saying, “Go on touch.” And when he did, he started giggling and then ran away. Art can be very confusing.