I forgot how small minded they were

A few days ago I wrote a letter to the editor of the Cape Breton Post. That is the newspaper in the town where I grew up. They had published an article about that British MK Galloway who was denied entry into Canada because he was so anti-Israel and so very pro-Hamas. Blindy so, I would say.

Okay, so someone sent me the article and I felt compelled to write what I thought was a very reasonable letter to the editor. Well, as it turns out, I couldn't have been more wrong.

I first found out that my letter was published when I received an email from my cousin Mark this morning. He was proud of me. Later, I spoke to my mother who in her subtly sarcastic way told me that her friends from Cape Breton had called to report that I was published. They were also pleased.

So far so good.

Oh don't worry, the good news ends there. I will tell you who wasn't pleased. The myopic, backwater people of Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.

People wrote in and accused me of the craziest things. I think I may be arrested when I return there for my father's grave stone installation ceremony later this year. If my blog entries stop abruptly in October you will be able to find me sitting in the city jail in Sydney, Nova Scotia.

At first I just wanted to rebut everything each one of them said. And then, as I started to write, it dawned on me that I wasting my energy. These people are so small minded that they can't even consider another point-of-view. I even suggested that they not take my word for what I said, but rather, get on a plane and come see for themselves (Actually, I am trying to single-handedly boost the tourism numbers in Israel this year. I get a cut, of course.).

How reasonable can you get? Don't bother answering that. The answer is that when you support Israel, you can never be reasonable enough.

The strangest thing is that as I read their utterly ridiculous come-backs, I was overwhelmed with memories of what it was like to grow up as a Jewish kid in a backwater town. Most of those people had never left the province, let alone the country. I am sure not one of them has ever seen the inside of a museum. Yet, they know it all and what they know is that Jews are bad and nothing we say in support of Israel could possibly be true.

The one good thing that came out of it is that someone took the time to google me and that was good for my blog ranking and my Ezine readership. Wait until they find out that they were supporting the Worldwide Zionist Cabal when they did that! Oh that's going to be a great laugh.

God's Country

I was born and raised in Sydney, Nova Scotia. And I spent the better part of my seventeen years there believing that I lived in a special place. Actually, I was told that in no uncertain terms by pretty much every adult I knew; Nova Scotia and more specifically, Cape Breton Island, was God’s Country. Everyone in Cape Breton called it God’s Country and I never doubted it.

If you have ever driven over Smoky Mountain on the way to the Cabot Trail, you have seen its natural beauty for yourself. And if you made it as far as Cape North on a sunny day, you may have actually seen a piece of heaven.

Or so I thought.

Then seven years ago I moved to Israel, which is considered by millions of people worldwide to be God's Country.

Hence the dilemma. Where precisely is God's Country?

Yes, Israel is part of the cradle of civilization. Cape Breton surely is not because the people who live there are generally adverse to civilized living. When they desire moments of civility.... they get on a plane and go somewhere else to find it. Then they go home.

Cape Bretoners are not particularly interested in progress and modernization. They like things just as they are (and as they have always been). Not like Israel, which is considered by many to be the next largest concentration of high-tech brain power outside of Silicon Valley in California.

Is it possible that God has two homes -- His winter abode in Israel and when the weather gets too hot here, He shifts to his northern summer home in Cape Breton? If I were Him, I would pick that option. Why upset the Cape Bretoners who think they have a piece of Him when He can just as easily shift location in the summer?

There is one advantage to Cape Breton that I think Israelis would actually like. Cape Breton is all but completely ignored by the outside world. No one there is in a hurry to go anywhere or do anything. And no superpowers are giving them instructions on how to live their lives. There are no katusha missiles aimed at its population. Cape Bretoners never worry about their kindergartens being blown up or getting on a bus (yes, there are buses in Cape Breton).

Something about all that peacefulness makes you really wonder if it might actually be God's Country.

I don't think that the snow or the everlasting cold are working in Cape Breton's favour, but what do I know? Maybe tobogganing and skiing are holy experiences. Of course, maybe sitting on the beach in Netanya or overlooking the Negev as the sun is coming up are as well.

The people who choose to live on the edges of Cape Breton -- literally in the middle of nowhere -- do so to be alone. (They must; I can't for the life of me think of another reason why they would move to a cold, perpetually damp, rocky cliff on the edge of the sea. They could fall in.)

People who move to the outer parts of Israel do so to inhabit those places and secure them as Jewish land. These Israelis are securing the frontiers of this tiny state – not militarily, but emotionally. The exact opposite of the Cape Breton logic.
The people who live at the outer reaches of Israel are not trying to get away from civilization. Many of them made conscious decisions to play an active role in populating the outer reaches of the country. I see them as Israel’s remaining pioneers.


Both places have lots of beautiful mountains and vistas. But just over Israel's mountains live some of the least friendly neighbours anyone could ask for. If you look too far over the edge of a mountain in Cape Breton you will be swimming with the whales -- Cape Breton doesn't really have any neighbours and even if it did... how could you not love a Cape Bretoner?

So you can see the dilemma. Where exactly is God’s country?

I am rather nervous to vote for one place over the other. Both are holy in their own ways to me.