That Jewish nationalism--Zionism--is more a species of "racism" than any other nationalism, than American patriotism, pan-Arabism, or Swissism, is an anti- Semitic carnard too specious to warrant rebuttal, but this United Nations-fostered cuckooness has had a useful, personal side-effect: it has encouraged a modicum of personal introspection about black people. In my 36 years of living in the United States, the years of my life before I emigrated to Israel under the aegis of the "racist" Law of Return, just how many American blacks had I befriended, anyway? There were some pleasant fellow black caseworkers when, between graduate school and the army, I had worked briefly at New York City's Department of Welfare; blacks sticking to blacks in the Army; black colleagues at the five campuses where I taught for different spells; blacks-always too few--in the Movement; 15 years of black students sitting (mostly indifferently) in front of me, a rare black neighbor, but in all that time, only one black friend, Lionel Williams. It does seem a paltry tally. Is that crux personal, universal, American, merely accidental; or is it perhaps also, somehow or other, Jewish after all?
Except for a handful of non-Jewish students who briefly studied art at Ramat Hanegev College when it still boasted an