BYE BYE GAZA - Barry Chamish

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Now add the twelve best Jews in Israel and we really rocked
the place.
Stage one - We handed out the flyers to the tens of
thousands of rally goers coming at us up Ibn Gvirol Street.
Most took mine and read them. Three threw them back in my
face. And one called the police to stop us. Fortunately for us,
Attorney Dov Eben-Or had arranged a city permit to be there
and he was nearby to scare the cops away. We were free.
Stage two - When the traffic thinned out and the
proceedings began we went parading. We proudly walked
with my sign, two of the men brought their own signs and I
was wearing my shirt. It was too crowded to get to the front
of the gathering but we found our perfect spot, under the
screen where the ceremony was being projected. Facing
several thousand rally-goers we stood firm and proud.
Then Peres began his speech and I took out a horn to blast
his words away. I was politely warned that this went too far
and desisted. Another in our group but a hundred yards
away, David Rutstein, apparently didn't take the warnings
and was manhandled to the ground by the police and briefly
arrested.
When the despicable Clinton began his speech, I booed long
and loud. This led to a ruckus. We were surrounded by a
pretty angry crowd and lots of cameras. The star of this
moment was a tiny Haredi lady named Reena, who stood her
ground like a tiger.
After that, we were followed by the cameras wherever we
went. When the rally ended, we stood on the raised traffic
island as the proudest group in Tel Aviv and let 50,000
passers-by see our message.
We brought the truth to the lion's den and the negative cost
was low. Twice the sign was ripped from our hands, and
twice we fought to get it back. But now, consider the plusses: