This story popped up today about a reporter who was given a spit shower, hit in the head, and being carried off by an angry mob in Jerusalem.
What was her crime?
She pressed the record button on her tape recorder.
Why was that a crime?
“Working” on shabbat includes pressing record on mechanical devices.
How would she describe her interaction with the crowd?
I found myself herded against a brick wall as they kept on spitting – on my face, my hair, my clothes, my arms.
It was like rain, coming at me from all directions – hitting my recorder, my bag, my shoes, even my glasses.
Big gobs of spit landed on me like heavy raindrops. I could even smell it as it fell on my face.
Somewhere behind me – I didn’t see him – a man on a stairway either kicked me in the head or knocked something heavy against me.
I wasn’t even sure why the mob was angry with me. Was it because I was a journalist? Or a woman? Because I wasn’t Jewish in an Orthodox area? Was I not dressed conservatively enough?
In fact, I was later told, it was because using a tape-recorder is itself a desecration of the Shabbat even though I’m not Jewish and don’t observe the Sabbath.
It was lucky that I don’t speak Yiddish. At least I was spared the knowledge of whatever filth they were screaming at me.
As I tried to get away I found myself up against the line of riot police blocking the crowd from going any further.
This Sunday (since our day of rest is on Sunday the first day of the week and not Saturday), I’m going to every store and restaurant that’s open with a group of friends and angry people, and I’m going to lead them in good, wholesome spit showers heaved upon cashiers and wait staff.
Then and only then will providence fold its arms and smile.