CONSCIOUSNESS RAISING . . . AND DEPRESSING
No more than in America are there in Israel to be found any real retreats. Unlike the children in Kiryat Shimoneh and the other northern settlements our kids in heart-of-the-country Yeroham are not periodically obliged to take cover in their miklatim, Israel's ubiquitous underground shelters, from the thud of whistling katyusha shells. All the action, however, is scarcely reserved for some distant elsewhere: Yeroham's somewhat older children are the active, flesh and bleeding instruments of Israel's immediate retaliations over its borders. Still, even in the face of pain, illusions do persist, and sometimes even retain a special force. Though most Yerohamites perceive their isolation and feel its burden more as a deprivation than a refuge, there is hardly a tide when the sudden tensions, ambiguities, and underlying conflicts that afflict all of Israel do not wash up on Yeroham's inland reaches.
The absorptive capacity of Establishments to co-opt, corrupt, and neutralize dissent is no less incessant in Israel