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

One of my favourite pieces of music is thewas walking towards my bus. The next moment I
Sex Pistols' classic 'Holidays in the Sun' -was surrounded by a mob led by an angry
a song that begins with the line, 'a cheaprabbi, screaming at the top of his voice. 'Go
holiday in other people's misery'. This wouldhome' was the only phrase I could understand.
have made a fitting epitaph for my holiday inEqually unambiguous though were the rough
Israel, except that the $3000 air tickethands that were being placed on my body, the
meant  that  it  wasn't  exactly  cheap.kicks that were landing on my legs, and the
spittle  that  was  accumulating  on my face.
I went to Israel full of apprehension. Just
knowing what we all know of the backdrop ofI didn't see any path of escape in this
paranoia and pain that hangs over that landsituation, so I placed my hands together in a
is enough to make anybody apprehensive, but Iposition of prayer and bowed my head, working
also went carrying a dark secret - that I wason the hitherto successful strategy that if
a friend of Mordechai Vanunu's, and I wasyou refuse to fight back, guys are generally
nervous about the reaction I'd get shouldvery reluctant to beat you up. It worked. A
this  truth  suddenly  become  public.man grabbed me from behind with both hands
and hauled me out of the centre of the mob. I
My friend Morde was completing an 18-yearmade it back to my bus without further
prison sentence for doing something that mostincident.
people in this country consider heroic. Morde
told the world about a secret stash of WMD'sAll of this would have been water off a
('weapons of mass destruction') that areduck's back had Morde and I then been able to
being developed in an underground factory inboard  a  plane  and  fly  back to Australia.
the Negev desert. Most people I know think he
did the world an enormous favour, but mostUnfortunately the authorities had ruled that
people in his own country wish Morde had keptthis 'free' man should not be allowed to
his mouth shut. Indeed, most Israelis regardleave the country, nor go anywhere near a
him  as  a  traitor!border or a foreign embassy, nor have any
contact with 'foreigners'. The 'foreigner'
In order to try to understand this attituderestriction was aimed at the foreign press.
towards my friend, I tried talking to localEven so, technically, I wasn't allowed to
people about their attitude to nuclearspend extensive time with my old friend
weapons. The response I received waswithout  risking  seeing  him  re-arrested!
alarming! "They're only there as our last
resort" one articulate young journalist saidWe were reunited briefly on the evening of
to me. "Just in case we get completelythat same day of his release. Unfortunately I
overrun." "Well ... what happens then?" Icried so much that I really didn't get the
asked. "Well", he said, "then we destroychance to tell him all of the things that I
everybody!"had prepared for that moment. All I can hope
for now is that one-day we will catch up
Tragically, this was not an isolated example.properly - perhaps over a few beers back here
Almost every time I sought an opinion fromin the land of Oz. I know that Morde would
taxi-drivers, cafe workers or hostel stafflike  that.
concerning Israel's nuclear capacity, the
word 'Armageddon' would come up. And theseGetting Morde out of Israel is indeed the
apologists seemed quite accepting of the factnext big challenge for the Vanunu campaign. I
that in order to strike this decisive blowdon't know how hard this will prove to be. I
against their neighbours, they might indeeddo know that I had a bloody hard time getting
need to take the rest of the planet without myself. In my case it wasn't that they
them!didn't want me out (they held off the
departure of the plane until I got on board).
Thankfully not every Israeli took thisThey just seemed determined to let me know
position. Indeed, the 'Free Vanunu' campaignthat  they  didn't  want  me  back.
itself had a strong local contingent of
active  peace  campaigners.I had been warned by the other peace
activists of intimidation tactics employed by
These local activists were some of the mostairport staff. Ironically, I initially made
impressive people I met during my stay init through all four security checkpoints
Israel. Even in Australia they would havewithout being stopped. It was only as I
been impressive - mainly young, idealisticproceeded to the final gate that a young man
University students, with a commitment toin a suit caught up with me and said, "Excuse
world peace and global disarmament -me sir, but can I see your passport." He then
impressive but not extraordinary in ourtold me that there had been a 'problem' and
context. In this context though, growing upthat he would need to retain my passport
in an environment so overshadowed by violenceuntil the 'problem' had been resolved. I was
and fear, these brave young souls stood outthen shuffled into a small room to begin a
like  shining  lights.three-hour process of interrogation, body
searching  and  luggage  examination.
The violent side of Israeli culture was never
more tangible to me than it was on the day ofIn the end the verdict was that I was free to
Morde's release. I had traveled manygo and that there was nothing suspect about
thousands of miles to be reunited with mythe contents of my bags, but that the bags
friend on the day that he walked free. In mythemselves were suspect and that none of them
dreams I had imagined our reunion countlesscould be taken on board as hand luggage. This
times. Morde would walk through those gatesmeant that I could carry with me my camera,
with his belongings in one hand, and me and abut not in my camera case, my laptop, but not
few friends and family would be there tomy laptop case, my video camera, but not the
embrace him and lead him away. I didn'tbag with the shoulder strap that I lugged it
really realise until I reached the prisonaround in, my toothbrush and paste, but not
just how far from reality my imaginarymy toiletries bag, and even my Palm-pilot
depiction  of  that  scene would prove to be.portable keyboard, but not the little vinyl
dust-jacket that I kept it in. I could take
There were hundreds of us at the prison, andwhat I liked, so long as I carried it in my
the vast majority were not Morde's friends.arms.
As the time of his release drew near, I tried
to move towards the prison gate where I hadIt was just a game, though they managed to
always imagined myself standing as Mordekeep straight faces throughout the whole
walked out. I soon found myself squeezed intoordeal. For my part I refused to get on board
the  middle  of  an  angry  mob.without the bulk of my carry-on items. In the
end they agreed to give me a large cardboard
It was certainly one of the nastiestbox  to  put  them  in.
experiences of my life. The whole mass of men
seemed to seethe with aggression, and eachAnd so my cheap holiday in other people's
individual was competing to claw his way tomisery came to an end. But now the real work
the front, for what exact purpose was notbegins. For I returned home, but I left my
entirely clear. Thankfully I could notfriend inside the confines of St George's
understand the chants that were being sung toCathedral in Jerusalem, where the good bishop
the tune of 'here we go, here we go, here wehas  offered  him  sanctuary.
go', but I was told later that the words for
'death' and 'traitor' had been central to allMorde can't leave the Cathedral grounds. He
the  mantras  that  were  chanted  that  day.has at least two reporters on every exit,
taking shifts to cover his movements 24-hours
On reflection I now think that it was a goodper day. If Morde tries to walk out into the
thing that by the time Morde came throughstreet, he'll be immediately surrounded and
those prison gates the police had packed usidentified, and given the number of locals
together so tightly that I wasn't able tothat would count it as a point of pride to be
move a limb. What prevented me from runningresponsible for his death, Morde's life in
out to embrace Morde also prevented mythe open probably wouldn't last more than a
neighbours from reaching him with morefew  minutes.
sinister  intent.
I'd like to see my friend back here in
Thankfully the car with my friend in it gotAustralia. I wonder if the Australian
away with no more than a dented panel and agovernment has the courage to offer him
shower of eggs. One antagonist did manage tocitizenship?
mount his motorbike in time to catch the car,
but after slamming into the side of theRev.  David  B. Smith (The 'Fighting Father')
vehicle he lost his mount, and the 'free man'
was  able  to  proceed  in  peace.Parish  priest,  community  worker,
Back at the gaol things then started toMartial arts master, pro boxer, author,
unravel. With their anger unresolved, the mobfather  of  three
started to vent their aggression on other
targets. I found myself swept up in this likeRev. David B.
a wave breaking over my head. One second I



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