It's a story about a city or actually a town or maybe its past that wasn't really developed and wasn't young anymore, but it was peaceful. Everyone there lived with everyone else peacefully, everyone knew their place. Several families lived in the town: there was a family that ruled, there was a family that was close to the ruling family, there was a family that was close to the rich, and there was a family that simply didn't contribute anything to the rich because the father of the family was scary.
Over the years, a group of blacks also joined the town, settling in the neighborhood they built for themselves, trying not to disturb the peace of the sleepy town. The townspeople, for their part, tried to ignore their needs in exchange for not being bothered too much. That's how they lived well for years, when the mayor, town, or transit authority didn't really develop the city and didn't really invest in the residents. But he did one thing well: he made sure to caress and oil exactly where needed to keep all the families happy, and that way he had industrial peace to promote what he wanted and to silence what he wanted so that it wouldn't be promoted.
And one day, after years of the town going about its boring routine, another group of blacks arrived, using their best money to purchase apartments in the new neighborhood that had been built in the city. These blacks, who were in housing need, found in the new neighborhood in the sleepy, underdeveloped town a comfortable place to live and create a living environment for themselves where they could take care of all their unique community needs, which they are entitled to as residents by law.
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The new black residents breathed a spirit of innovation into the town, and suddenly after decades, economic entrepreneurship, shops, businesses began to emerge in the town, which slowly became a large city, and the city in general became vibrant in a way that had not been since its founding.
As the city grew, more and more black people flocked to the city, and slowly the old residents of the city felt that the city was turning black before their eyes, and it really, really didn't suit them.
Not that Shas and Shalom are racist or hateful of blacks, absolutely not. Proof of this is the black neighborhood that has existed for years on the outskirts of the city and you've never had a problem with them. They lived quietly and didn't complain about the deprivation and about not receiving basic things from the local government like cleaning, grooming, and classrooms. They actually lived in peace with them. But the new blacks? They're already different. They're not silent. They build, they buy properties, they open businesses, and they really integrate into the city's management.
Everyone is abandoning.
The old residents realized that they had to do something and, on the advice of some locals, began to grumble from every possible platform, without realizing that they were bringing bad slander to the city and causing more and more of the old residents to abandon the city, the young people to flee, and new residents like them were really unwilling to come and live in the city because of the bad reputation it had acquired as a city of blacks.
On the other hand, many blacks heard that the city had black neighborhoods that were integrated into the city's activities and management and took care of the needs of the city's blacks, and they chose to join the celebration, and so the more the veterans railed against the blacks coming to the city, the more the phenomenon spread. Again, this is not about racism, God forbid, but about convenience and priorities in the city's management.
Then came election day. The blacks defeated the old-timers, and the old-timers didn't like the stinging loss and demanded another election. They lost the second election as well, and suddenly it dawned on them that this was it, the city was getting blacker and the power in the city belonged to the blacks, and the loss really, really stung.
The veterans were not ready for this and came up with an idea, let's divide the city, one side veterans and the other side blacks, not that we hate blacks, on the contrary, we really like blacks but not when they are really part of our city but only as neighbors across the fence. And besides, the Americans also once separated the Indians and put them across the fence, and the Germans also built a separation fence and the world even understood them and accepted it. So we also want a separation fence between the veteran city and the blacks who came to live here and became the majority, what's the problem?
The truth is that it wasn't exactly the veterans, it was more groups of veterans who had nothing in common except fighting the spread of blacks, and also those who had something to lose since they were no longer really close to the regime's favors, so they went to shout and shout on every platform that all the veterans want separation, and not just separation, but a real fence, like the one in China or the one in East and West Germany, and, God forbid, it's not about hating the other and certainly not hating them because of their color or origin, they're simply looking for fairness and equality.
But it's not easy to convince the world to support a fence like the one in Warsaw in 1936 because something might make an associative link to the apartheid regime in South Africa, and again, not that mercy and peace are the same thing, after all, there they hated blacks and here it's for their benefit, but still, it needs to be shown that this is the will of the united people.
And who came to the party?
A press conference was decided on in the square to show everyone that this was the will of the people, but the people did not come to the party and only the frustrated architects of the wall and the press corps remained. The organizers explained that this was not a failure at all and did not even come close to the humiliation of the 11th month of Maran rally because all they wanted to do was convey a written message to the journalists and they did not really know how to do it by email, so they called them to the city square.
Life in the city continued as the mostly long-time residents enjoyed the prosperity brought about by the blacks in the city, and the frustrated representatives who experienced the stinging loss in the elections continued to scream on every stage that everyone wanted segregation.
Then came the moment of opportunity when the delegates were filled with joy and once again the city made headlines because of a small number of people who were trying hard to create a story that had no cover. Even the court sided with the city's blacks and suddenly a situation arose that was worth exploiting: the veterans began to sign on the streets of the city, every adult and every young person demanding the construction of the fence that would establish peace and order, and for the sake of the greatest necessity, they acted with determination and determined that in two days we would join hands and together create a human chain that would be the foundation for the fence.
But oh, how embarrassing! The journalists are already waiting and the curious are gathering, but apart from a few shouters burned by loss, no one has come to cheer. Apparently, the veteran residents also understand that those shouters are not really looking for the common good, but are only trying to build a political career for themselves on the backs of the veterans, just like the arrogant Yair did, who left the city with a spit on the way to the throne.
PS: If you are a humanist who has a hard time with the phrase "blacks," try replacing the word "black" with "ultra-Orthodox" and see if it suddenly sounds more or less jarring.
