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Zoe Strimpel

ByZoe Strimpel, Zoe Strimpel

Opinion

After October 7, it’s ok to lose friends over Israel

Collateral social damage is the price of confronting those who turn out to support the destruction of the Jewish state

February 22, 2024 14:21
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LONDON, ENGLAND - FEBRUARY 03: Protestors gather near parliament during the 'Ceasefire Now Stop The Genocide In Gaza' national UK demonstration on February 3, 2024 in London, England. Hamas officials are studying a proposed cease-fire deal that would include long pauses in fighting in Gaza and the swap of Israeli hostages taken by Hamas on October 7, 2023, for Palestinian prisoners in Israeli jails. (Photo by Dan Kitwood/Getty Images)
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Growing up, I was aware that Israel was a bone of contention between my parents and some of their friends sometimes leading to quite big fallings-out. A handful of their British friends my parents had left Blighty in 1984 with me as a toddler had especially anti-Israel views. I remember those arguments as vicious, painful and destructive, but it was only later that I would understand why they were so. It was because they felt like existential insults and cruel mockery: “Those awful Jews! Always at it!”, all in the language of voguish progressivism.

For a few years at university, following my own political awakening after 9/11, I also fell out with people over Israel. As soon as I sniffed injustice, demonisation, the sheer moral stink of the urge to insult and vilify the uniquely moral, very special and entirely democratic Jewish country founded in the ashes of the gas chambers and thousands of years of pogroms, torture, ghettoisation and harassment, I saw red. I went from zero to a hundred fast, but what was even more galling was how my opposition, usually some home counties gentile called Brian or Lucy with absolutely zero skin in the game, aggressively stuck to their anti-Israel, pro-Palestinian position. They were as willing to fall out with me as I with them, despite there being no personal resonance in it for them. It was enraging.

But as I got older and my pro-Israel views settled into part of of my identity I also became safe in the knowledge that there was a large community of us and the fight was less urgent for me personally. I went to Israel and understood the complexity of views there and also Israel’s resilience. I simmered down.

Plus, I found that conflict stressed me out and I tried to avoid it wherever possible, which required sensing when ignorance might be bliss. I avoided environments in which Israel would be attacked, and as soon as the conversation turned towards “The Middle East” in social settings I would either try to change the subject or step out. In select cases, when I knew the anti-Israel feeling was part of a wider, if misguided, peacenikery, I’d even just let it go.