A different sort of terrorism

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I have never felt so vulnerable.

Usually, your average every day news here in Israel has to do with war in this part of the country or another. Of course, it’s not that it’s not that THAT situation has changed or anything (i.e. siege on the Gaza strip, Kassam rockets, etc.), but suddenly I find myself at a position where, for a change, the most immediate danger I am facing has to do with me being a woman.

One week ago, one of the most dangerous rapists this country has known (probably the most dangerous in the past 10 years) escaped, in central Tel Aviv (and no, I’m not talking about our president). Benny Sela, a vicious and extremly violent serial rapist, terrorised Tel Aviv (and central Israel) women for 2 years before they caught him and brought him to trial about 7 years ago. He recieved the longest prison sentence ever given to a sex offender. Thanks to the disproportional stupidity of Israeli police, he managed to flee on the way to the courthouse in Tel Aviv, a week ago, and has yet to be traced. Sela is highly intelligent and highly psychotic. His M.O. consisted of finding the most practical victim (single women or young girls on their own) and stalking his prey, breaking into their apartments when they were most vulnerable – deep in sleep, alone in the house. He attacked all over Tel Aviv, even at its very hub, as well as other cities in central Israel. His profile indicates it is only a matter of time before he is unable to help himself and starts attacking again. Right now, he could be anywhere.

So, being a young single woman living in a ground floor apartment in the very centre of central Tel Aviv, within about 15 minutes radius of the spot where Sela fled, you can imagine I am feeling a bit hunted these days. Walking home just now from visiting my flatmate at the cafe where she works, I have never felt so jumpy – and most harrowingly, have never yearned more for the presence of (friendly) male company. This perhaps pisses me off the most, being a fairly feminist and independant chick, to find myself feeling so dependant on males.

Sexual terrorism is so rampant in the middle east and yet it seems to get much less attention than political terrorism – is being picked out and namelessly victimized for your gender any less outrageous than being victimized for your nationality?

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Following up on previous posts regarding Darfur, I thought I’d add my bit. The subject of Darfur is actually rather unfamiliar here in Israel – which is extremely ironic. Perhaps even more ironic and cynical is the fact that some refugees from Darfur have ended up in Israel, coming via Egypt – and they have been imprisoned for being citizens of a so called enemy state. So a state that has been founded by survivors of genocide, legitimized in part by that genocide, is paying attention to the victims of another genocide solely by treating them as criminals and locking them up. Nice.
What is worst is that I find that hardly anyone knows about this (hardly anyone knows what Darfur is), seems we are selfishly preoccupied with our own internal problems, when we are the people who have the biggest moral obligation to aid in this matter.

I did this simple composition as part of a Photographics class assignment last week, and hung it it up in the design school hall with some other compositions, with intent to be provocative and insert the name Darfur into people’s conciousness, make them research what it means, and make them think about who we are and what are the moral duties stemming from our roots. The image should be quite familiar, I think, and the text translates to “Darfur is here” which is also a bit of a paraphrase on an Israeli slogan from a few years back about the Occupied Territories (yesha) “Yesha is here”.

Darfur is here