For Emily
Day 12 of Nanowrimo (and yes, I'm totally behind) (the challenge [modified] "And then she said to me, 'I know Barack Obama is really talented. But don't you think your expectations are a bit too high? Don't you think it's dangerous to put him on a pedestal?'):
Chaim jumped to my defense. “If she doesn’t like the word, don’t use the word! She’s a guest in our community. She doesn’t know our ways”
Lilach quickly agreed. “Yankel, use another word.”
“Fine, fine. But can you imagine…”
I jumped in. “And can you imagine the alternative? That hotheaded, arrogant, socially repressive McCain?” I sawed into the brisket until I realized that there was absolute silence.
“Perhaps we change the subject,” Tzippi said quickly.
“No, no. I’d like to hear this,” Yankel said, a little snidely. “I’d like to understand how this little one could think that a man with Muslim roots, a man who has publicly sided with the Palestinians, could possibly be a better choice than one who has fought America’s wars, who has come out on the side of Israel, who wants to return real values to our country.”
“Bush has done a truly—” I stopped myself quickly, censoring the “fucked up” out my speech as I saw the flash of fear cross Tzippi’s face—“messed up job with this country and this old man is going to change things? If there’s any hope of ending the war, if there’s any hope of getting health care back on track, if there’s any hope at all of the United States being able to hold our head up when we face other nations, then we’ve got to go with Obama.”
"I really don’t see how the Obama devotees can ever in future mock the Moonies, the Scientologists or people who claim to have been abducted in flying saucers. This is a cult like the one which grew up around Princess Diana, bereft of reason and hostile to facts. The man has no experience.”
Tzippi entered in the fray, clearly seeing that things had the potential of spinning out of control. “Don't you think that, just possibly, your expectations are a bit too high? Don't you think it's dangerous to put him on a pedestal?"
“I don’t think I’m putting him on a pedestal. I’m just not pulling McCain out of the gutter.”
“Listen—” Yankel started, clearly getting hotter by the moment, but Lilach jumped up right then.
Chaim jumped to my defense. “If she doesn’t like the word, don’t use the word! She’s a guest in our community. She doesn’t know our ways”
Lilach quickly agreed. “Yankel, use another word.”
“Fine, fine. But can you imagine…”
I jumped in. “And can you imagine the alternative? That hotheaded, arrogant, socially repressive McCain?” I sawed into the brisket until I realized that there was absolute silence.
“Perhaps we change the subject,” Tzippi said quickly.
“No, no. I’d like to hear this,” Yankel said, a little snidely. “I’d like to understand how this little one could think that a man with Muslim roots, a man who has publicly sided with the Palestinians, could possibly be a better choice than one who has fought America’s wars, who has come out on the side of Israel, who wants to return real values to our country.”
“Bush has done a truly—” I stopped myself quickly, censoring the “fucked up” out my speech as I saw the flash of fear cross Tzippi’s face—“messed up job with this country and this old man is going to change things? If there’s any hope of ending the war, if there’s any hope of getting health care back on track, if there’s any hope at all of the United States being able to hold our head up when we face other nations, then we’ve got to go with Obama.”
"I really don’t see how the Obama devotees can ever in future mock the Moonies, the Scientologists or people who claim to have been abducted in flying saucers. This is a cult like the one which grew up around Princess Diana, bereft of reason and hostile to facts. The man has no experience.”
Tzippi entered in the fray, clearly seeing that things had the potential of spinning out of control. “Don't you think that, just possibly, your expectations are a bit too high? Don't you think it's dangerous to put him on a pedestal?"
“I don’t think I’m putting him on a pedestal. I’m just not pulling McCain out of the gutter.”
“Listen—” Yankel started, clearly getting hotter by the moment, but Lilach jumped up right then.
1 Comments:
You rock, Jenny! This is great. Is it really part of a novel? I would love to read it ...
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