Palestine: Fight or Flight, 1948

NOTE: The tension that gripped the city during that period was frightening. For the American students, it was a grim signal either to pack up and go home or join the forces being organized to defend Jerusalem. Those of us who remained, felt immense pride and privilege to be part of that heroic struggle.

Jerusalem

February 5, 1948

Dearest Mother, Dad and Naomi,

This morning is truly biblical weather, the story of Noah's Ark and the flood reenacted. The rain has been falling all night slapping at the earth and stones. This morning it is still pounding at the doors and windows but with gentle stinging strokes.

Yesterday, was also a biblical day -- a grand EXODUS of American students back to the "Land of the free and the home of the brave." Mothers and fathers have suddenly developed critical heart attacks and are sending cables demanding the immediate return of their offspring. Those students who don't have any ideological ties are going. The rest of us are here to stay, come what may. It seems to me that WE have to make the decision -- to stay or to leave -- without parental pressure. I am very proud of you. Not a frantic word yet.

I know you are concerned and that distance and sensational news reports about the explosive security situation intensify your concern. I can only assure you that we are taking every precaution. Also, the Haganah is doing a terrific job of protecting us. If this is what it is capable of as an illegal defense force, imagine its potential as a national army.

I am aware that I constantly write in generalities. I am unable to be more specific -- in some cases, for reasons of security -- but, mostly, because I find it extremely difficult to talk about a situation which is impossible for you to relate to. Not being here, you cannot really understand what we are experiencing and the mind-picture you form will inevitably be blurred and distorted. So I confine myself to small talk. I, on the other hand, am too close to what's happening, too out of perspective to be able to properly evaluate events. Yet, they are indelibly etched into my consciousness.

Coming to the reality of Palestine with a Zionist background, you discover a sense of fulfillment you didn't think your life's days would contain. Sometimes, it doesn't hit you until your Americanisms have worn off a bit. Sometimes, personal problems in adjusting to the language, the people or the lack of physical comforts, cloud the picture. But, eventually, you can't help noticing that there is something special about this place and the people who live here. Even if you can't put your finger on it, you sense it. I wouldn't exchange this period in my life and this feeling of LIVING for all the comforts and security of America.

Love,

Zippy