I don’t much care that Laura Tingle and others gave this advertisement—that I assume cost many thousands of dollars—more significance than it deserved. I don’t much care because that is journalism in a way, find the dissenting voices on what Jews feel and think ― especially if you agree with the dissenting voices—and amplify those voices over the predictable and unnewsworthy voices of the vast majority of Australian Jews.
I understand all this of course and I believe that in the past, a long time ago, I have done this myself, amplify the voices of dissent among Jews. In 1982, during the Lebanon War, I wrote an article for The Age that argued not all Jews supported the war and I think I quoted some Jews whose names I saw in the advertisement in The Age yesterday.
In my defence, I did not pretend that these Jews were anything other than a minority, but the article was given a prominent presence in the paper, more prominent, looking back, than it deserved. That’s journalism. Not great, but journalism.
But the thing is, that as I watched Herzog at Bondi later that afternoon, embrace the families of people killed and wounded on December 14, and as I watched them embrace him back, heard them say how comforting it was to have him there consoling them, I could not help but wonder at the callousness of that advertisement signed by Jews, at the callousness of my fellow Jews. At the fact that nothing can soften their hardened hearts, nothing can make them pause for a moment in their campaign to demonise Israel and powerful Jews, not even for a moment, so that the consolation of the survivors by Herzog can be uncontested, unsullied by hatred.
From Michael Gawenda’s “My Fellow Jews” (Gawenda Unleashed)