A Cheap Holiday in Other People's Misery (Catching Up With Mordechai Vanunu In Israel)

One of my favourite pieces of music is the Sexvent their aggression on other targets. I found
Pistols' classic 'Holidays in the Sun' - a song thatmyself swept up in this like a wave breaking over
begins with the line, 'a cheap holiday in othermy head. One second I was walking towards my
people's misery'. This would have made a fittingbus. The next moment I was surrounded by a
epitaph for my holiday in Israel, except that themob led by an angry rabbi, screaming at the top
$3000 air ticket meant that it wasn't exactlyof his voice. 'Go home' was the only phrase I
cheap.could understand. Equally unambiguous though
I went to Israel full of apprehension. Just knowingwere the rough hands that were being placed on
what we all know of the backdrop of paranoiamy body, the kicks that were landing on my legs,
and pain that hangs over that land is enough toand the spittle that was accumulating on my face.
make anybody apprehensive, but I also wentI didn't see any path of escape in this situation, so
carrying a dark secret - that I was a friend ofI placed my hands together in a position of prayer
Mordechai Vanunu's, and I was nervous about theand bowed my head, working on the hitherto
reaction I'd get should this truth suddenly becomesuccessful strategy that if you refuse to fight
public.back, guys are generally very reluctant to beat
My friend Morde was completing an 18-yearyou up. It worked. A man grabbed me from
prison sentence for doing something that mostbehind with both hands and hauled me out of the
people in this country consider heroic. Morde toldcentre of the mob. I made it back to my bus
the world about a secret stash of WMD'swithout further incident.
('weapons of mass destruction') that are beingAll of this would have been water off a duck's
developed in an underground factory in the Negevback had Morde and I then been able to board a
desert. Most people I know think he did the worldplane and fly back to Australia.
an enormous favour, but most people in his ownUnfortunately the authorities had ruled that this
country wish Morde had kept his mouth shut.'free' man should not be allowed to leave the
Indeed, most Israelis regard him as a traitor!country, nor go anywhere near a border or a
In order to try to understand this attitudeforeign embassy, nor have any contact with
towards my friend, I tried talking to local people'foreigners'. The 'foreigner' restriction was aimed
about their attitude to nuclear weapons. Theat the foreign press. Even so, technically, I wasn't
response I received was alarming! "They're onlyallowed to spend extensive time with my old
there as our last resort" one articulate youngfriend without risking seeing him re-arrested!
journalist said to me. "Just in case we getWe were reunited briefly on the evening of that
completely overrun." "Well ... what happens then?"same day of his release. Unfortunately I cried so
I asked. "Well", he said, "then we destroymuch that I really didn't get the chance to tell him
everybody!"all of the things that I had prepared for that
Tragically, this was not an isolated example.moment. All I can hope for now is that one-day
Almost every time I sought an opinion fromwe will catch up properly - perhaps over a few
taxi-drivers, cafe workers or hostel staffbeers back here in the land of Oz. I know that
concerning Israel's nuclear capacity, the wordMorde would like that.
'Armageddon' would come up. And theseGetting Morde out of Israel is indeed the next big
apologists seemed quite accepting of the factchallenge for the Vanunu campaign. I don't know
that in order to strike this decisive blow againsthow hard this will prove to be. I do know that I
their neighbours, they might indeed need to takehad a bloody hard time getting out myself. In my
the rest of the planet with them!case it wasn't that they didn't want me out (they
Thankfully not every Israeli took this position.held off the departure of the plane until I got on
Indeed, the 'Free Vanunu' campaign itself had aboard). They just seemed determined to let me
strong local contingent of active peaceknow that they didn't want me back.
campaigners.I had been warned by the other peace activists
These local activists were some of the mostof intimidation tactics employed by airport staff.
impressive people I met during my stay in Israel.Ironically, I initially made it through all four security
Even in Australia they would have beencheckpoints without being stopped. It was only as
impressive - mainly young, idealistic UniversityI proceeded to the final gate that a young man in
students, with a commitment to world peace anda suit caught up with me and said, "Excuse me sir,
global disarmament - impressive but notbut can I see your passport." He then told me
extraordinary in our context. In this contextthat there had been a 'problem' and that he would
though, growing up in an environment soneed to retain my passport until the 'problem' had
overshadowed by violence and fear, these bravebeen resolved. I was then shuffled into a small
young souls stood out like shining lights.room to begin a three-hour process of
The violent side of Israeli culture was never moreinterrogation, body searching and luggage
tangible to me than it was on the day of Morde'sexamination.
release. I had traveled many thousands of milesIn the end the verdict was that I was free to go
to be reunited with my friend on the day that heand that there was nothing suspect about the
walked free. In my dreams I had imagined ourcontents of my bags, but that the bags
reunion countless times. Morde would walk throughthemselves were suspect and that none of them
those gates with his belongings in one hand, andcould be taken on board as hand luggage. This
me and a few friends and family would be theremeant that I could carry with me my camera,
to embrace him and lead him away. I didn't reallybut not in my camera case, my laptop, but not
realise until I reached the prison just how farmy laptop case, my video camera, but not the
from reality my imaginary depiction of that scenebag with the shoulder strap that I lugged it around
would prove to be.in, my toothbrush and paste, but not my toiletries
There were hundreds of us at the prison, and thebag, and even my Palm-pilot portable keyboard,
vast majority were not Morde's friends. As thebut not the little vinyl dust-jacket that I kept it in.
time of his release drew near, I tried to moveI could take what I liked, so long as I carried it in
towards the prison gate where I had alwaysmy arms.
imagined myself standing as Morde walked out. IIt was just a game, though they managed to
soon found myself squeezed into the middle of ankeep straight faces throughout the whole ordeal.
angry mob.For my part I refused to get on board without
It was certainly one of the nastiest experiencesthe bulk of my carry-on items. In the end they
of my life. The whole mass of men seemed toagreed to give me a large cardboard box to put
seethe with aggression, and each individual wasthem in.
competing to claw his way to the front, for whatAnd so my cheap holiday in other people's misery
exact purpose was not entirely clear. Thankfully Icame to an end. But now the real work begins.
could not understand the chants that were beingFor I returned home, but I left my friend inside
sung to the tune of 'here we go, here we go,the confines of St George's Cathedral in
here we go', but I was told later that the wordsJerusalem, where the good bishop has offered
for 'death' and 'traitor' had been central to all thehim sanctuary.
mantras that were chanted that day.Morde can't leave the Cathedral grounds. He has
On reflection I now think that it was a good thingat least two reporters on every exit, taking shifts
that by the time Morde came through thoseto cover his movements 24-hours per day. If
prison gates the police had packed us together soMorde tries to walk out into the street, he'll be
tightly that I wasn't able to move a limb. Whatimmediately surrounded and identified, and given
prevented me from running out to embracethe number of locals that would count it as a
Morde also prevented my neighbours frompoint of pride to be responsible for his death,
reaching him with more sinister intent.Morde's life in the open probably wouldn't last
Thankfully the car with my friend in it got awaymore than a few minutes.
with no more than a dented panel and a showerI'd like to see my friend back here in Australia. I
of eggs. One antagonist did manage to mount hiswonder if the Australian government has the
motorbike in time to catch the car, but aftercourage to offer him citizenship?
slamming into the side of the vehicle he lost hisRev. David B. Smith (The 'Fighting Father')
mount, and the 'free man' was able to proceed inParish priest, community worker,
peace.Martial arts master, pro boxer, author, father of
Back at the gaol things then started to unravel.three
With their anger unresolved, the mob started toRev. David B.