Israel
Israel report by former Winnipegger Bruce Brown
Introduction: Bruce Brown is a former Winnipegger now living in Rehovot, Israel. Bruce is providing periodic updates from his own unique perspective about what life is like in Israel these days:
More War Tidbits
Posted October 19:
- With all the booms in the air. Coming from far-off, mid-air missile collisions. And sometimes not so far off. Bravo Iron Dome! And the swoosh of our fighter jets overhead. Bravo IAF! Together with all those customized Red Alert missile applications buzzing away on everyone’s cell phones. Bravo Elad Nava, tech entrepreneur extraordinaire! It’s starting to sound like an orchestra out there.
- With seventy-five seconds to reach our safe room and with missile attacks being very random with no real pattern. Such stress and uncertainty prevents me from enjoying my private bathroom time. Sitting down with a newspaper or book or my smartphone and just hangin’ (pun intended). But not under current circumstances. Just want to sit, finish, wipe and get out of there.
- Same for showering. No more basking under a warm spray of fresh water. No more humming a few show tunes while lathering up. Nope. Not these days. Just a quick soaping and get out of there. Same for shaving; I’m getting use to a three-day growth cycle – saves time as well..
- And if we want to get really personal…in the bedroom with the wife. I am now suffering reverse performance anxiety. Just get it done and move on. Don’t want to get caught with my pants down when the sirens sounds.
• Bravo to McDonalds. Giving McHappy meals free of charge to our solders. Not appreciated by all franchisees world over. But here…Ronald McDonald stepped up.
• Many businesses are doing the same. From banks. To restaurants. To retailers. Stepping up to help. To relieve some of the burden weighing on the country. Wonderful to see this coming together.
• Miss my exercise routine. Was swimming a couple time a week. Now…not. The pool closed due to homeland security restriction limiting gatherings at places of leisure. Now who would categorize exercise as leisure? Anyway, I don’t think I’d hear the missile alert with my head bobbing in and out of the water while doing the breast-stroke or front-crawl. And more so, no running along the pool side so would not make the saferoom in time.
• The sweat smell of my wife’s chocolate chip cookies and brownies. Baking in the kitchen. Then having my hand slapped away as I go for a cookie. “Not for you,” the wife admonishes me. “For our solders.” It’s that spirit of coming together.
• Fell in love with Joe Biden. Again. His lightning visit to Israel this week and his ‘we’ve got your back’ speech was just T R E M E N D O U S ! He kind of reminded me of Clint Eastwood in his glory days. He had that ‘make my day’ squint in his eye. Might of just being him struggling to read the monitor…but he came across as a Dirty Harry kind of guy. Maybe even Rawhide’s Rowdy Yates.
• And again. I know the diaspora is busy raising money for Israel. At speeds and amounts never duplicated before. But don’t stop once you give. Give more. This war will cost Israel billions. Billions! If you have given. Give again. And in higher amounts. Sderot is Israel’s front line. Israel is the diaspora’s front line.
Posted October 17:
War Tidbits
• Social media was calling for Israelis to sing. Sing as loud as you can. Go out to your patios and belt it out. Hatikva. At 21:00. And we did. And it felt great! So darn cathartic. What a sense of solidarity. As it turns out, on this particular evening, Hamas warned Tel Aviv of a missile barrage at 21:00. Guess our singing acted as a type of mystical, musical Iron Dome. No barrage arrived. Which is not to say Tel Aviv hasn’t had its share of missiles…just not a this particular time.
• My daughter left the house pretty early the other morning and returned about an hour later. With a huge, orange Glad bag full of…something. “What’s that?” I inquired in a nonchalant manner. “Laundry. From a family in the South who was evacuated to some hotel. Mom volunteered”. As much as we get preoccupied with the war. With survival. Sometimes it’s the mundane that really makes a difference.
• Driving to work. Traffic slowed down considerably due to some ‘jackass’ up ahead who was driving too slow. Turned out to be a convoy of military jeeps carrying weapons and personnel to our North. As I passed them – twelve jeeps – I slowed down (in the left lane), gave a friendly honk and a thumbs up to each. Twelve times. I became a trend setter as other cars behind me did the same.
• We are not immune to panic buying. A few nights into the war, based on some rumor or other, I went grocery shopping. Stocked up on water, canned goods, candles, matches, toilet paper….. Turned out I wasn’t the only one. Didn’t get out of there until almost 11:00PM. The checkout line snaked all the way to the meat section. Trust me…it was long. And it was a line. No pushing or shoving. The joke being that by the time we reach the check out counter, Netanyahu will have negotiated a ‘hunda’ (truce in Arabic). Ha ha.
• I keep saying I’ll do it. Need to put more than just a half dozen bottled waters and a few inhalers in our safe room. Should stock it with canned goods, more medicines, flashlight, battery powered radio and other survival aids. Maybe tomorrow….
• And the password is…. If someone forgets their housekey and knocks at our now always locked and dead-bolted door. They need to say a password before we’ll open the door. I guess the theory being if a Hamas terrorist is holding a gun to their head, they won’t say the password. Talk about paranoid. Probably unfounded, regular, run-of-the-mill, war related stress.
• Joe Biden. His ‘Don’t’ speech was A M A Z I N G ! Talk about geopolitical alliances, commitments, pacts, and the such – I won’t. I’ll just simply say I fell in love that evening.
• Can you believe it? There are still a handful of Israelis… Okay, maybe more than a handful… Who just don’t get it. Now is not the time for divisiveness and finger pointing. There was utter failure. But the hard questions and difficult answers will come later. Now is the time for unity!
• My wife and daughter volunteered at a very high-end events and catering hall (my wife works in the industry) – to help arrange over 1,000 care meals for our solders. There will be some very satiated and satisfied solders out there enjoying gourmet meals in cardboard boxes and with disposable utensils.
• Ouch. Our currency at its weakest since 2015. Trading at a ratio of 4ns : 1$. Pretty painful when you are sending regular dollar installments to your son studying in the U.S.
• Israel requesting a $10,000,000,000 grant in military equipment from the U.S.. And I sometimes stay up late worrying that we will run out of bullets. Probably more unfounded, regular, run-of-the-mill, war related stress. But I certainly hope the US agrees.
- I know the diaspora is busy raising money for Israel. At speeds and amounts never duplicated before. But don’t stop once you give. Give more. This war will cost Israel billions. Billions. If you have given. Give again. And in higher amounts. Sderot is Israel’s front line. Israel is the diaspora’s front line.
- I know the diaspora is busy raising money for Israel. At speeds and amounts never duplicated before. But don’t stop once you give. Give more. This war will cost Israel billions. Billions. If you have given. Give again. And in higher amounts. Sderot is Israel’s front line. Israel is the diaspora’s front line. Purposely repeated.
Posted October 7th
Dad get up! Siren!”. 6:30 AM on a lazy Saturday morning. What a way to start the day. And where was my wife, as I felt around her side of the bed hoping to nudge her awake. She was already in the saferoom, which doubles as a TV room on better days. Apparently my snoring that night was too much for her. So she moved to the couch in the den. Er… saferoom.
Never in my wildest nightmares did I expect what was to unfold that day. October 7th. Israel’s 9/11. But worse. If only because the atrocities were so intimate. So up close.
That morning there was a prolonged barrage of missiles. And a long stay of idleness in our saferoom. Missiles reaching Tel Aviv. And too many rockets flying over Rehovot, some even exploding within the city causing widespread damage. And hysteria. Over 2,500 missiles fired during the initial salvo lasting about four hours. My weekend quiet time ruined, when I usually slice myself some fresh challa, spread it with Philadelphia Cream Cheese and surf the web, play internet chess, catch up on private emails and even work. But not today. The sirens. The booms. The literal shaking of the ground. Seemed to last forever.
It took the TV newsroom about thirty minutes before coming online. While we were left guessing. And the military….where were they? Their absence creating great stress. While the nightmare unfolded. In real-time. On TV. With my wife, my daughter and me sheltered in our saferoom. Shocked and scared as events unfolded. Pictures of Hamas terrorists screeching into Sderot and eventually the surrounding communities. In white pickup trucks, reminiscent of ISIS. Piling out of the cargo beds. Indiscriminately firing machine guns. In all directions. Dispersing into the neighborhood. Shouting Allah Ackbar. Is this for real?
Frantic calls to the newsroom from victims holed up in their shelters. Families pleading for help. Live. As events unfolded from once pastoral agricultural villages being destroyed in an ugly orgy of barbarism. Anchormen lost for words. Reality TV at its worst. Thank goodness for Whatsapp. As we frantically texted family, friends and neighbors. For information. Anything. Just to create some semblance of clarity.
More pictures of Jihadists breaching our billion-dollar, state-of-the-art border fence. Ripped down. So effortlessly. By a yellow John Deere tracker. Like the Tonko toys of my childhood. Innocent associations no more. Then hundreds of Gazans. Most terrorists. Some just wretched souls looking for perverted retribution and revenge; misguided by years of brainwashing from living under the hammer of a terrorist regime. A pogrom no less. Destruction. Murder and mayhem. Endless atrocities. The spreading of fake news problematic. At one point rumors circulated that Hamas terrorists stole two police cars in my city. How frightening is that!? And then time to take the dog out, somethings just need to be done. Now that was scary! Peeking around corners with every step and looking over my shoulder every other minute. Doggy doo-doo be damned, it was a pretty short walk.
Then phone videos circulated. Broadcast on TV and shared over social media. Of a weekend music festival in the open fields of our once tranquil south. Gone horribly wrong. Revellers running with nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Being mowed down. For no reason. Other than being Jews. Other then being Israelis. And us. Sitting in our saferoom. Shocked into silence. Except for the weeping of my wife and the gasps of my daughter. Confusion and shock prevailed. How could this be happening in Israel? The villa in the jungle, as once referred to by ex-Defense Minister and Prime Minister Ehud Barak.
That October 7th morning. Confined to our saferoom. Other than that dog-walk from hell. Appalled. Aghast. Was the end nearing? At some point I texted my family. Messaging that Israel was under severe attack and to pray for us. Sending them the prayer for the State of Israel and the IDF.
We finally received the all clear to leave our saferoom. We were numb with fear. With dread. Did we just lose the south? Are there now terrorists amongst us. Feeling I must do something. I called our City Hotline. I am probably their worst customer. Calling with regular complaints about unkempt streets or uncollected garbage. This time my call was different. “It’s me. What’s going on!? What can I do? How can I help? No sense of bravado here – I hedged by declaring I was sixty years old and had asmtha- but more a feeling of helplessness. I just had the need to act. Even if it meant creating a self-perception of doing something meaningful.
Later in the day. When we were again sent to our saferooms. With sirens blaring. Another extended barrage of incoming missiles. Real life mixed with surrealism throughout the day. Unbeknownst to my wife and daughter, not wanting to create more stress to an already frightening and dreadful day, I texted my son – who is living and studying abroad. Providing him with our financial account details. “Seriously?!’, he replied. “Very”, I retorted. “Just in case.” Can the world get any blacker? As we would learn over the next couple of days…Yes.
In a retrospective of the events Amotz Asa-El wrote, “The most famous strategic surprises -Napoleon’s and Hitler’s invasions of Russia, Japan’s attack on Pearl Harbor, and the Yom Kipper War’s twin invasions of Israel– were brilliant in their planning and execution, with one caveat; they ended in decisive defeat. Napoleon’s army was decimated, Hitler died in Berlin’s ruins, Japan was nuked and conquered, and Israel’s invaders were counter-invaded.” He goes on, “The reason for {their defeats} was that the surprise attacks were so brazen that it ignited wholesale resolve -political, military and national– to hand the… attackers total defeat. This is what Hamas failed to predict, and will ultimately face.”
On October 7th we witnessed Israel’s darkest hour arguably since its independence in 1948. But with Israel’s great resolve, with its massive military and technology leadership. And, as Golda Meir said in 1973, with its secret weapon of having no place else to go. The light will shine again. Brighter. And stronger.
That night. Before going to bed. After a day that will go down in infamy. At the behest of my daughter and wife. Who read my thoughts. I moved our large living room chair against the outside door. Just in case.
Bruce Brown. A Canadian. And an Israeli. Bruce made Aliyah…a long time ago. He works in Israel’s hi-tech sector by day and, in spurts, is a somewhat inspired writer by night. Bruce is the winner of the 2019 AJPA Simon Rockower Award for excellence in writing. And wrote the 1998 satire, An Israeli is…. Bruce’s reflects on life in Israel – political, social, economic and personal. With lots of biting, contrarian, sardonic and irreverent insight.
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It’s Not Over Until It’s Over
By ORLY DREMAN (Jerusalem, Nov. 16, 2025) When the live hostages were returned a stone was lifted from our hearts. It was like going from Memorial Day to Independence Day. It is a relief after two years of sadness and worry about the hostages being tortured. With the ceasefire it feels good not to think every ambulance alarm is a siren and that we must run to the shelter. I would like to take things out of the shelter- like mattresses, chairs, water, first aid kit, a generator, flash light, batteries, games and canned food and put back the stuff that was there before when it was just a storage room, but it is not over. I do not see tranquility in the horizon. The children used to ask the grownups to take money to the shelter in case the house is destroyed and they will have nothing left. They also ask if they will have to be soldiers when they grow up and if they might die. We want a better future for our children. My two nieces, one from Tel Aviv and one from the center, plus several good friends whose houses were hit, can now return home.
In days of turmoil it is important to build hope and strength. The whole country was one big family due to our Jewishness, comradeship, the connection of each one of us to each family in Israel. We missed the days of quiet and freedom. Now you see more people shopping at the malls and going out to restaurants without feeling guilty; we would like to be bored.
We are living with uncertainty. It is not a question if Iran attacks, but when. Our people have gone through so much and lost so much. Living in existential stress, we are now going back to routine tension; however, now we already have chronic sleep disturbances. The reservists got out of the war, but the war will never leave them – what they saw and experienced – the trauma and the thoughts that never leave. Therefore, many soldiers, as well as survivors of Oct 7th, have committed suicide. The reservists are also those who paid the highest prices, not just on the battle fields, but also when they returned to civilian life. Because they served in the army during such a long war, they were fired from their jobs or lost their businesses and they are in debt.
Early in the morning we wake up to hear the news. There is no good news – only the names of those who were killed (even during the cease fire). We check if any dead hostages were returned. These are the values we were raised on; we do not leave anyone behind. Hamas is returning them slowly, one every few days. The relatives of the fallen who are still in Gaza are going through a storm of emotions. We cannot heal until everybody is back home. Then come the funerals – which are heart breaking, but it is a closure for those bereaved families. Hearing about Jews being attacked somewhere in the world is already considered normal. I recommend reading a book by Eli Sharabi called “Hostage.” After being tortured in captivity he returned to find out that his wife, his two daughters, and his brother were murdered. He tells about the starvation, the darkness, the loneliness, the physical and mental pain. He is a very brave, strong, optimistic man who chose life.
In the last few weeks there have been many reports about Iran, which is rushing to develop missiles for which they are getting the components from China and North Korea. Hamas and Hezbollah we cannot believe; they are already rearming. For every terrorist that is killed hundreds of new ones arise. We believed them in the past and then came Oct. 7th.
The ceasefire is not significant to Hamas. Only this week they returned an Israeli hostage who was taken into captivity eleven years ago during a ceasefire. If they do not return all the bodies then we feel in our hearts that it is not over. They suck hatred from birth. They are incited at the mosques and at school. Killing Jews is the most grand thing for them. They say out loud that there will never be reconciliation. Peace talk for them is a weakness because if you have talk then you cannot attack and they want to attack. Whatever we offer them – they want more and more. They know how important the holiness of life is to us, so they use it to demand more all the time. Maybe Hamas did not defeat us militarily, but they did beat us politically. The situation of Israel in the world is the worst it has ever been. We are isolated economically and socially. We feel like a child who is excommunicated by bullies.
Once again we still have hope that the words of the prophet Isaiah will happen: “They shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning-hooks. Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore”.
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Israeli Parliament Advances Death Penalty Bill for Convicted Terrorists
The Israeli parliament has advanced a bill that would mandate the death penalty for Palestinian terrorists convicted of killing Israeli citizens, with some lawmakers believing it would prevent future prisoner-release deals.
In a vote held late on Monday – the first of four needed for the measure to become law – the bill passed with 39 in favor and 16 against, out of 120 lawmakers.
Far-right National Security Minister Itamar Ben–Gvir had called on all political factions to back the bill, which he has said was aimed at creating deterrence against “Arab terrorism.”
“This is how we fight terror; this is how we create deterrence,” he said in a statement after the initial vote. “Once the law is finally passed — terrorists will be released only to hell.”
SOME PARTIES BOYCOTTED MONDAY’S VOTE
The bill will now move to a parliamentary committee for further debate before a second and third vote. It is not guaranteed that it will become law, with several key political parties having boycotted Monday’s initial vote.
Opposition leader Yair Lapid was quoted by Israeli media as saying that he would not vote in favor of the bill.
The PLO, the Palestinian national umbrella political group, condemned the vote, with Palestinian National Council Speaker Rawhi Fattouh calling the draft law “a political, legal, and humanitarian crime”. The vote was also criticized by the Palestinian terrorist group Hamas.
Israel abolished the death penalty for murder in 1954, and the only person ever executed in Israel after a civilian trial was Adolf Eichmann, an architect of the Nazi Holocaust, in 1962.
Ben–Gvir has argued that imposing the death penalty would deter anyone considering an attack similar to the Hamas-led assault on southern Israel on Oct. 7, 2023, which killed nearly 1,200 people, most of them civilians, and resulted in 251 hostages being taken to Gaza.
Israel stopped its ensuing military campaign against Hamas last month, when a tenuous ceasefire was agreed that included the release of 20 remaining living hostages held in Gaza, plus the remains of deceased ones in exchange for nearly 2,000 Palestinians held in Israeli prisons.
PRISONER RELEASE DEALS
Israel has released hundreds of Palestinian prisoners and detainees since October 2023 in exchange for the release of the hostages that were being held by Palestinian terrorists.
Most of the hostages have been released except for the remains of three deceased Israelis and one foreigner.
Tzvika Foghel, a member of Ben–Gvir‘s Jewish Power party and chair of the parliamentary national security committee, where the bill will now be debated, said imposing the death penalty would mean no more prisoner deals.
Palestinians who have been released have included many convicted of serious crimes, including murder.
Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar, a mastermind of the October 2023 attack on Israel, was released in 2011 as part of an exchange of more than 1,000 Palestinian prisoners for one Israeli soldier held in Gaza. Some Israeli politicians such as Ben–Gvir have, during the war in Gaza, opposed the release of Palestinians who were involved in the killings of Israelis.
Ben–Gvir handed out sweets to fellow lawmakers after the initial vote passed. Critics noted that, in Gaza, some Palestinian militants had handed out sweets to the public after the October 2023 attack.
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Israel report by former Winnipegger Bruce Brown
10 minutes
(Posted Dec. 24, 2024)
02:11 AM: Sound asleep.
2.11.01 AM: Wide awake. Awoken by a blaring missile alarm. Incoming. Took me no time to react. Ivan Pavlov would be proud. I quickly scooped up my dog. Grabbed my glasses. An inhaler. My phone and power cord. And sprinted to the safe room. Right across the hall. My wife overseas on vacation. So did this one alone. Er with my dog. We have 90 seconds to reach safety so no real panic, relatively speaking.
2.11.09 AM: In my safe room. Slid shut the heavy steel slabs across the window. You can hear this happening throughout the building. Kinda like a horror movie. Screech. Slam. Screech. Slam. Screech. Slam. Then mine. Screech. Slam. Next I jumped across the room and slammed shut the heavy, reinforced, steel door. It also makes a slamming sound, a really loud one. Then slumped down on the couch with my dog. With some level of relief. Where is this missile coming from. Can’t be from Gaza, they don’t have the capability anymore…I hope. Nor Lebanon, living too far south…I hope. Yemen? Possible. Those dang Houthis?
2. 14 AM: Oh oh. Need to pee. Like really bad. Once in the safe room, you should stay there for ten minutes. Unless there is another siren. Each siren requires a ten minute respite. Respite? Odd choice of words as you are not really resting. Way too tense. Especially as you can occasionally hear the booms of intercepted missiles up above. Kind of unnerving. Back to my need to pee. Its quite dangerous leaving the room during this period. Should your place be hit by the missile or falling debris from the sky. You don’t want to be caught with your pants down, literally, hovering over your toilet. And condos have been hit in Rehovot with some death and much destruction. Hmmm. To pee or not to pee. That is the question. Whether tis better to suffer the pangs of having to pee or the missiles of outrageous fortune. You get the point.
2.14.10 AM: Peeing in the bathroom.
2.14.40 AM: Back in the safe room. With my dog. Sitting on the couch. Fiddling with the remote control. I work in hi tech. The semiconductor world which can be pretty complex. But I simply have not mastered the remote. Really want to see what’s going on. Where is the missile from. Are there more attacks elsewhere in the country. Pushing this button and that button But the TV still off. Okay. Will check my cell. Although the connection sometimes comes and goes when shuttered in the heavily reinforced concrete and steel safe room. Works! Ya! Showing three bars. Sometimes four. Checking my feeds. But no news yet.
2.17 AM: Seriously. I need to pee again. Like really bad. Dang prostate! To pee or not to pee. That is the question…. You get the point. I chose to pee. This time I don’t actually slam shut the heavy, reinforced, steel door. And my dog follows me out. This could get complicated. But first things first.
2.17.10 AM: Peeing in the bathroom.
2.17.40 AM: Chasing after my dog around the condo. Poncho!!! There he is. In the living room. Like master. Like pet. He too is relieving himself. Probably the tension. Dogs can sense these things. “Faster Poncho!. Faster!” I encourage him.
2,18.02 AM: We’re back in the safe room. The heavy, reinforced, steel door slammed shut. And then I start worrying. What if I have to pee again. Its really dangerous out there. Idea! I’ll bring a cleaning pail in here. And if worse comes to worse. Well, I am alone. Sans my dog.
2.18.22 AM: I dart for the cleaning cabinet in the bathroom to grab the pail. Making sure the heavy, reinforced, steel door is shut less my dog run out again. Wait! As it dawns on me at 02.18.22 AM. This is not the smartest thing to do. At least I could have combined grabbing the pail with actually having to pee again. Like maybe I could hold out for the next three minutes or so in the safe room. No urgent need for the pail. But I am already there….
2.18.25 AM: Grab the red cleaning pail
2.18.28 AM: Back in the safe room. The heavy, reinforced, steel door slammed shut again. Siting on the couch with my dog again. Red pail glaring at me from the side of the room…daring me. But my bladder is relaxed. I try the remote again. I feel like my 85 year old mother who often complains about getting her remote to work. I console myself thinking that it must be the batteries. Hmmm. Maybe a mad rush for the utility room to get some new batteries. But that would be mad. I’ll take care of it in the morning. Only a few more minutes and I can safely leave the safe room and go back to bed.
2.19.45 AM: I pour myself a glass of mineral water. This I store in the safe room per Homefront commands. Fresh batteries not, hrmph. As I down the water I realize this is probably not the best idea. Less it creates the urge to pee…. Alas no. Start surfing my feed again. The intercontinental missile was fired by those crazy, dang Houthis from Yemen. All of central Israel sent to their safe rooms. Dang Houthis! The next couple minutes go by pretty smoothly. Although seems like an eternity.
2.21 AM: Back in bed. Albeit sleep comes slowly as my adrenaline starts to reside.
As it were. Israel bombed the dang Houthis that night. For the third time since the outbreak of the war. In retaliation for them firing over 200 ballistic missiles and 170 drones at Israel, which fortunately had not resulted in much damage. We struck them with over 60 bombs in two air raid sorties. Destroying mainly military targets as well as ports and energy infrastructure. Maybe that will teach them for waking me -and a million other Israelis- in the middle of the night.
As it were. Falling debris from the dang Houthi attack landed on a school in central Israel, forcing its collapse. Fortunately and thank G-d it was the middle of the night. Sometime between 2:11 AM and 2.21 AM. So no casualties. Can’t even imagine the tragedy had this strike occurred mid-day.
As it were. I changed the batteries in the remote. It works just fine now. And I left the red cleaning pail in the safe room….just in case. But I hope the dang Houthis finally learned their lesson. Although probably not.
As it were. Two nights later. Another 2:00AM missile from the dang Houthis. . They just wont let me sleep….
As it is. Please continue donating to the Israeli war and revival efforts. You may have given earlier. But give again. The financial costs to Israel are and will be billions. Billions! Sderot and Metulla and Tel Avi and Haifa are Israel’s front lines. Israel is the diaspora’s front line.
Bruce Brown. A Canadian. And an Israeli. Bruce made Aliyah…a long time ago. He works in Israel’s hi-tech sector by day and, in spurts, is a somewhat inspired writer by night. Bruce is the winner of the 2019 American Jewish Press Association Simon Rockower Award for excellence in writing. And wrote the 1998 satire, An Israeli is…. Bruce’s reflects on life in Israel – political, social, economic and personal. With lots of biting, contrarian, sardonic and irreverent insight