![]() And yet, when advertising is done through flyers or notices, there is nary a mention of location or date. Usually, people who are 'in the know' are aware of where and when to attend. To live within such a contradiction - where everything is common knowledge yet nothing can be acknowledged - is to be a Jew in Turkey. "Turks do not hate Jews, they hate Armenians," a friend in the Istanbul Jewish community once told me, referring to mass genocide of Armenians in Turkey at the turn of the century and the still rampant mistrust between the two ethnic groups. He said that anti-Semitism was not the reason behind Turkish Jews' desire to keep a low profile: all religious groups in Turkey keep displays of religiosity to a minimum - whether Muslim, Christian, or Jewish. This was a strange conversation to be having with a man whose father was one of the twenty three people shot and killed during the attack on the Neve Shalom synagogue in 1986. "That was not Turks, that was Palestinians - Abu Nidal," he said, a distinction also drawn on the Neve Shalom website following the recent terrorist attacks. For my friend, his country was violated by others; his father's murder, complicated and painful, was not a symptom of anti-Semitism among Turks. It was a result of Turkey having "soft borders." I first learned what "soft borders" meant when I met with the head of security for the Israeli consulate in Istanbul. As an employee of the Jewish Agency for Israel I was considered an Israeli diplomat and so part of the security briefings and measures all members of the Israel's diplomatic team underwent while living in Istanbul. "You may think that because Israel and Turkey have good relations, you are safe here. In fact, Turkey is one of the most dangerous countries in the Middle East," the security officer in a stiff blue suit explained. "Turkey allows in the country all varieties of Arab and Muslim citizens. In the street you may be walking amongst Syrians, Egyptians, Pakistanis, and you would never know it. These people are not monitored and there is not much we can do except take precautions to protect ourselves against unforeseen circumstances." The security chief then proceeded to explain to us how to check our cars for explosives each time we used them, how we should take a different route to the grocery store each week, how never to open the door if someone tries to deliver an unsolicited package. We were told to have our mail delivered to the consulate office. Each time our care packages from home were checked, even the Bamba, a popular Israeli snack.
But what the Jewish Turks seem to most have in common with their Muslim neighbors is a laconic demeanor, allegiance to tradition, and a resistance to change. This is when my Turkish friend would remind me that things in Turkey happen "Yavash, yavash," slowly, slowly. Change would come only through a slow process, through patience, by gently pushing through the haze of routine a shiny new idea. Once, while teaching a weekly Hebrew class to women of the community, they were perplexed by the variety of Hebrew words available to communicate the act of speaking or telling. In Turkish there is simply one verb - "soylemak," to say - and that, I explained, is because Turks rarely talk, but Israelis are always talking, chatting, arguing. |
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