That Shaking Needs More Harrisa?

Marquel, TPVs NYTimes This Land Is My Land, This Land Is My Land Section (Goody Wuthrie) correspondent, was having cramps when he read Israeli Court Orders Man Accused of Leading Extremists to Be Held.

The Times says the Jewish extremist will be subject to,”shaking” like all Palestinian prisoners are. Apparently shaking is the Mossad’s version of water boarding. Instead of bein drowned, they’re shaken. It sounds more benign but the shaking is most often done against cement walls, iron bars, shovel blades, occasionally lead cartridges (traveling at high velocity) and even an occasional noose. Israeli psychologists insure that it isn’t torture. Usually any problems have to do with mama’s falafels.

But the suspect found himself with guards sporting Palestinian dress, speaking Arabic, and Arabic colleagues. When they learned who he was, they beat him to a pulp and put him in a pita roll, extra large, and covered him with eggplant and harissa.

“Myam miam,” said the Arabs.

“Ouch ouch,” said the Jew, who just happens to be Meir Kahane’s grand son, (some say grand sin) explaining his short stature and ability to be stuffed into even a large sized pita.

Later that day they served him with hummus, which went over a lot better.

Soon the guard arrived. “Why are you wearing that pita?” They said in Arabic.

Kahane, typically understood not a word of his neighbors language, except “Lak Avodah” which is very useful in the settlements.It means get to work, pretty similar to the welcome sign at Auschwitz (“work makes you free”)..

When he told them that, they all said “b’seder” and proceeded to shake him as per regulations. They shook him into the pita, into the walls, against the bars, and against the other prisoners’ heads. Kahane said, “Ouch ouch” each time, which angered the guards because they thought he was mocking their Hebrew, a capital crime for an Arab.

It was mad confusion. The guards thought he was Palestinian, he thought they were Arabs and his colleagues didn’t know what to think except that he was quite tasty but could hardly speak Arabic except to tell them to get to work.

The guards left and the prisoners discussed the situation. They realized he had ordered a Palestinian village to burn, killed a child in the process, and that they were hungry again. They wrapped him in the largest pita they could find, added much more hummus and harissa, and topped it with a few eggs, in true Palestinian style. “Miam miam” again.

Finally Kahane’s lawyer arrived. More confusion.

Kahane sputtered “get to work,” the lawyer said, “what’s with the pita?”

And from somewhere in the back of the cell someone found a match and set Kahane afire.

The lawyer said,” I must admit there’s some biblical justice in this cell,”

but as soon as the egg was well done, the prisoners put out the flames with more hummus and a bit of baba ganough, and sat around Kahane dining.

The lawyer asked in perfect Palestinian, “Can I try some of that?”

And sat down for dinner. They unwrapped him in the end, took him to the infirmary where the doctors were confounded. “We’ve never had anything like this,” one said, after he sucked on his fingertip, “could use more harissa.”

The hearing was held the next day. Kahane’s being held in indefinite detention, unusual for Israelis but normal for many Palestinians.

The judge ordered continued confinement with the proviso, “needs more harissa.”

By MARQUEL: That Shaking Needs More Harrisa?