The Ashkenazi Revolution

155day. This is how Uri Zvi Grinberg divided his time during the 1930’s.While he was in Poland he was a faithful trumpet of revolution and whilehe was in the Land of Israel he was scared to death of the British police anddreamed of returning to Poland. The test came after his return to the Landof Israel with the outbreak of World War II and the beginnings of importantactivities by The Underground. The entire movement stood at the front.Everybody paid the price. Some as rebels, some as sympathizers andothers were punished for associating with the camp of sympathizers.Thousands of people passed through the trials of misery that was prison.Entire families were ruined. There was not one man who did not suffer.Weaklings paid a heavy price for their secret sympathies for Jabotinsky’smovement. But the famous and celebrated tribune of the Jabotinskymovement, Uri Zvi Grinberg, fled the battlefield entirely and found himselfa safe haven as the editor of “The Land”, which was in those days thecentral artillery that happily aided instigators, oppressors, snitches, thosewho imprisoned and those who tortured. Uri Zvi Grinberg, the man whohad the audacity to proclaim himself as something of a messiah, wasted theyears of underground war hiding behind the wide rear end of the traitorGershom Schocken. The poet who proudly proclaimed his hotbloodednessproved, every day as he sat as editor of “The Land”, that hisblood is as cold as ice and like the blood of a frog. The celebratedtroubadour of the gang of tough guys, and the tough guys themselves, wasincluded in the list of friends of the British secret service, which persecutedand tortured the true tough guys. Through this behavior, Uri Zvi Grinbergtore his flag, threw his holy prayer shawl, which he had wrapped himselfin, into the muddy gutter, and caused a fundamental and retroactivediminishing of all his earlier writings. These writings ceased beingauthentic, and unquestionable, human documents and now they all stood inthe shade of a question mark that implied these writings are not the work ofa great man who is at peace with himself, but by a brilliant technical writerwho, with magical powers that reside in the same mind, knows exactlywhich words to use and where to place them at the head of each verse. Theself-love of Uri Zvi Grinberg, that dressed itself up in the absurd clothingof faith that he himself is the redemption, and that therefore he cannot beendangered, was what inflicted upon him the great tragedy. Had he not