According to Btselem (Hebrew), Nasser Nawaja, of Susiya, one of the most decent and brave people I have met, has been arrested by the Israeli army/police. The police are refusing to say what the charges […]
Author: Moriel Rothman-Zecher
American-Israeli writer, poet and novelist.
The McCarthyist Mole Who Came With ‘’All That’s Left” to Susiya
Shabbat in Susiya. Photo by A. Daniel Roth. June 2015. He looked lonely. That’s the first thing I remember about him from that weekend. He looked lonely, and his nose was very pink from the […]
Why I have blogged so little lately
I just finished my second draft. More updates soon, just wanted to share this [really exciting/wild] snippet in the meantime.
Another Update on Abdallah’s Situation
Hey friends. So, a bunch of you were aware of (and perhaps even helped out with) the campaign to raise funds for 6 year-old Abdallah Abu Kash this past May 2015 (which was a deeply […]
Save the Date: “Occupation is not our Judaism,” July 10th-20th, 2016
Join folks from The Center for Jewish Nonviolence, from the All That’s Left anti-Occupation collective, and from other groups and movements, this coming summer, in saying: ”Occupation is Not Our Judaism.” Take part in nonviolent direct […]
Top 5 Posts of 2015
(1) 9 thoughts on the matisyahu disinvite, anti-semitism, anti-zionism and leftist discourse Published on August 17th, 2015. ”I want to invite others on the Left, Jewish and non-Jewish, to join the struggle against anti-Semitism in our […]
This was The Arabs, this
I popped into a cute little craft store. While browsing the cute little crafts, I overheard a conversation between the store’s owner and a potential customer. “This one’s nice!” Said the potential customer. She was […]
“Why does no one ask the Israeli Army about its nonviolence?”
I spent today with a group of Diaspora Jews in the Ofer Military Court and Nabi Saleh. The former was all dreary awfulness, a space filled with an invisible but palpable thick-sickly sludge of an absurdly unjust […]
On the blood just spilled near my favorite banana stand
I have nothing new to say about violence and nations. Nothing new to say about this place. About this city. Nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing. Just the thought of red blood next to […]
Afternoon Mourning.
They worshipped: Like babies, maybe, vulnerable and hopeful God send us more goodness Or maybe they thought about sex Or taxes or or what snacks they would have next Doritos, maybe. Or their families. Maybe they […]
The Leftern Wall 