The Jerusalem Inception

Chapter 18





Elie Weiss waited until Monday night, allowing Redhead Dan two days to stew in pain and fear in the windowless cell at the police lockup. Major Buskilah’s deputies pushed Elie into the cell, where he collapsed on the floor, wrapped up in his beggar’s cloak.

The young Neturay Karta man was sitting in the corner on the concrete floor, cuddled in his black coat, mumbling Psalms from memory. A light bulb hung from a wire, illuminating his bruised face.

Elie shuffled to the wall and propped himself up to a sitting position. “May God burn their souls in hell!”

“Amen.” Redhead Dan coughed. “What happened to you?”

“The Zionists.” The fake beard itched, and he scratched quickly. “They don’t like what I have to say.”

“They arrested you for talking?”

“Beat me up, too. With sticks, for speaking the words of the Prophet Ezekiel: And He said to me, prophesy upon these bones, and tell them: Listen, dry bones, to the word of God!”

Hearing the biblical words intoned in the manner of a learned scholar seemed to reassure Redhead Dan. “But why did the Vision of the Dry Bones upset them so much?”

“They said the prime minister couldn’t sleep, that I was keeping him up.”

“You recited Ezekiel by his house at night?”

“Is he home during the day?”

Redhead Dan described his own painful experience. Elie’s sympathy was forthcoming as he listened to a lengthy rant against the state and its sinful ways. He steered the conversation to personal facts, asking the ultra-Orthodox man about his life in Meah Shearim, his family, and his studies. Elie reciprocated by sharing his own version of personal history, a mix of fact and fiction, of growing up in an Orthodox family in Germany, embracing modern socialist ideas, running away with a Zionist group to start a kibbutz near Lake Kinneret in Palestine, farming the land, fighting the British army for independence, and risking his life in the wars against the Arabs in 1948 and 1956. But Elie’s invented biography veered off the common path of secular Zionism when he had supposedly regained his faith in God and started observing the Sabbath. The kibbutz expelled him with nothing but a few items of clothing and a sandwich, which he couldn’t eat as it was not kosher. He settled in Jerusalem, working in construction and preaching Ezekiel, which had presently landed him in jail.

They spoke about the heretic Zionists, who were about to legalize abortions. As their discussion went from conceptual ideas to concrete facts, Elie led Redhead Dan to the eventual conclusion that, as the ultimate leader of the Zionist state, Prime Minister Levi Eshkol was responsible for a legislation process that would cause the murder of unborn, yet viable, Jewish children. “It’s driven from the top,” Elie said. “The prime minister must be made an example for all sinners!”

The Talmudic scholar in Redhead Dan emerged, and he quoted a whole section of Jewish law dealing with the concept of Rodef, where Talmud required the preemptive killing of a Jew who is actively attempting to hurt other Jews. The blood of such a pursuer must be spilled under the concept of collective self-defense before he succeeded in his attempt to hurt other Jews.

When first light showed in the barred window, Elie closed his eyes and said, “I think God wanted us to meet. It is written: In a place where there are no men, be a man! You and I must be men. We must bring down the Zionists and renew our people’s faith in God!”

“We? How could we—”

“A man of faith can decide to smash the idols, just like Abraham the patriarch did.” Elie leaned closer and whispered, “I have made that decision. And so can you.”

“Me?”

“Why do you think God put us in the same cell? It’s His design!”

Redhead Dan nodded slowly.

“God wants us to stop the Zionists, to prevent the killing of Jewish babies.” Elie glanced at the door and spoke into the young man’s ear. “I can’t do it alone. I need two more men of strength and faith in the Master of the Universe.”

“But how?”

“You feel powerless?”

“Yes!”

Elie showed him a fist. “God created explosives for a reason! To give us power!”

The guards’ voices came through the steel door.

“Thursday at midnight, at the gate on Shivtay Israel Street. Be there, in God’s name!”