9/3/98
Eeeeeeek!!!
Haredim in Eilat!
The sunbathers are still sunbathing, the
beach bums are still bumming. The prostitutes
are still, well, you know, and the restaurants are
still posting silly-looking men at the door to lure
passersby, who are still passing them by.
Eilat is still Eilat.
But something's happening here.
Call it a crusade, a revolution, an awakening.
Whatever it is, some residents are afraid.
Eilat is becoming religious.
In these histrionic days of religious-secular
antagonism, those words are a red flag. With Jerusalem
surrendered, the battleground has moved to unexpected
places like Emmanuel and Pardes Hanna.
But Eilat? Eilat?!
When Habad gained a toehold here, years back,
it was sort of cute. A few black-hatted bochers
scuttling about prodding pot-bellied tourists to
put on tefillin.
Now, though, it's Shas. Now it's getting
serious.
All three local cab drivers I queried were
less than enthusiastic. On one short ride, we passed
three small Shas posters. The driver exhausted his
vocabulary of English swear words describing what
that meant.
Jacky Opinsky, an oldtimer here formerly
from England, expressed herself more quotably. "If
it's true that the haredim are getting strong here,
I'm worried."
Significantly, all the reactions reflected
alarm of what could be, rather than what is. No
one claimed their city had yet changed.
And it won't, promised Yitzhak Shauli, the
number two man in the city's religious council.
He claims to have started it all.
In a three-hour interview, Shauli was most
convincing that there's nothing to worry about.
Topless Swedes won't be stoned, hotels won't lose
their kashrut licenses for holding New Year's Eve
parties, pork and shrimp will still slither down
willing gullets.
Shauli, 48, is a dyed-in-the-wool Shas man:
two immense photos of Rabbi Ovadia Yosef -- one
of them larger than life -- cover the wall behind
his office chair. He claims to be in Yosef's inner
circle, and indeed, the Shas mentor's office called
him during our interview, to discuss financing for
a special beach for haredim.
But Shauli points out that he does not wear
a beard or peyot, dresses modernly, and even looks
Ashkenazi (he's of Egyptian stock). As strongly
as Shas is part of his identity, so is the career
he spent in the Air Force. In other words, he was
saying, park your preconceived notions outside.
"Eilat has had the stigma of being a
Sodom-and-Gomorrah city. It used to be you couldn't
say you were religious here. If you walked around
with a kipa, they'd say, stop joking around, take
that thing off.
"I changed all that. In the '92 Knesset
elections, Shas had 186 voters in Eilat. In the
1996 elections, 2,407. You understand what's been
happening here? Nowhere else in Israel has there
been such a jump. Add to that another 600 voters
for Aguda, and about 700 for the NRP. That's 3,700
out of 16,000 voters." Shauli leans in on me
for emphasis. "You understand? This - is -
a Jew-ish - city-y-y-y-y!"
He speaks like a slick politician -- using
measured doses of charisma, bombast and subdued
hypnotic flourishes. He'll occasionally pummel a
key phrase, stressing each syllable and ending with
a protracted intonation.
"If I hadn't been crazy, like they said
I was when I started this in 1989, it wouldn't have
happened. But those 3,700 voters were here all along;
they didn't come from outside. They weren't brought
here to boost Shas. I wasn't sent here from somewhere
else to bring terror, to be a dictator.
"I'll give you an example. There's a
nude belly dancer in town who said she voted Shas
in the Knesset election.
"A - bell-y - dan-cer! Sha-a-a-s!
"And you know what she says? 'I see
in Shas a party that brings me back to Judaism,
back to my family.' She now keeps Shabbat and kashrut
-- yet she still dances; nu, she gets $500 for a
performance...." He doesn't seem bent on coercing
her to change.
"In 1971 there were 8,000 residents,
seven synagogues. Today? 48,000 residents, still
seven synagogues. But in the last four years we
took all 15 available bomb shelters, cleaned them
out and made them into synagogues. And they're all
full." His voice rises. "For 40 years
the public was not given what they need."
"Walk around here at 8, 9 in the morning
on Shabbat, what do you see? Like Bnei Brak. Li-i-ike
- B-nei - Bra-a-a-k! It's unbelievable -- all you
see is people going to -- synagogue. Religious people?
SEC-u-lar people! Yes! Here! In Eilat!"
And what about secular fears of haredization?
"The seculars are not afraid of us.
Maybe 1 percent. There are a few people who want
to make trouble, but I don't pay attention to them.
They once held a meeting against us, on a Shabbat,
12 people were there -- and 30 journalists. You
understand?
"You see in the newspapers 'you're going
to make a Bnei Brak in Eilat, you're going to close
Eilat' -- No. We're simply going to give a voice
to people who've lived here 30, 40 years, people
who want a Jewish life for their grandchildren.
"And if the city becomes haredi, or
religious, and the people say they don't want pork
sold here, it would be legitimate, no? Do you want
democracy only when it suits Meretz?
"You in the hotels, do what you want
-- but give me that same right."
Shauli recalls a story, and fulminates. "A
few months ago, Ovadia Yosef went to the Begin School.
Parents screamed, 'how can you let him come and
brainwash our children? Fire the principal!' Can
- you - im-a-gine? A month later, a homosexual was
brought to the school, to talk about his lifestyle.
No outcry.
"Secular community centers we have,
a basketball team with two blacks from Harlem we
have, a soccer team we have, escort girls we have,
a casino we have, we have everything but for me
nothing, why?"
Shauli boasts about Shas's charity work,
but rejects as demagoguery my assertion that this
is precisely Shas's formula: building political
power on goodies to the disaffected poor.
"A quarter of Eilatis live under the
poverty line. There are 2,500 single mothers. We're
helping 600 families -- but qui-et-ly-y-y. No one
has to know.
"It's not like up north, where you buy
a seat on Yom Kippur for $1,000. No. Here's a siddur,
here's a kipa, here's a talit, here's a hazan, here's
a Torah, here's a seat for you and your family --
freeeee!" he thumps his desk and then spreads
his hands. "No - mo-ney-y-y!
"We go further. We send every boy in
Grade 7 a notice: we, the religious council, will
teach you to read from the Torah for your bar mitzva,
we'll teach you Judaism, to pray, to put on tefillin.
Free.
"And if there's a family with nothing
to eat, the synagogue will take care of everything:
for a bar mitzva, even for a wedding. Yes, even
a wedding! Somebody wants to get married, but they
have no money, no job; no problem, just go to Shauli.
We have donors who'll give them a nice suit, a wedding
dress, they can have photos or a video of their
wedding, and tasty catered food, and they can invite
50 people, or 100, or 150. And nobody in town will
talk. They can tell everyone they did it: by - them-se-e-e-elves."
The religious council distributes a wide
variety of printed guides for Shabbat and all major
holidays, plus giveaways of religious products and
services to help with observance.
So why doesn't everyone love Shas?
"We have a problem with hasbara (publicity).
We haven't learned to make from a fly an elephant.
We -- write this down -- we make from an elephant
a fly. That's our mistake. We do a lot, but it seems
like a little. Others, professionals, they have
a big PR company working for them, they make a big
thing out of nothing.
Two years ago, Shauli demanded and got a
separate beach for the religious. "How can
you live here and ignore the beach? There was an
outcry at the beginning: women in bikinis posed
next to our sign, and newspapers ran the pictures
with the headline: 'Eilat goes haredi.' Why? Why?
Don't we have this right?"
Shauli's assistant, Ilan Adam, dropped in
for a moment. Perfect timing. "Nu? This Ilan
decided he wants a better life for his children,
a normal life, a Jewish life."
Adam looks like a typical Shasnik. In Eilat
terms, he is. "Know what I used to do before
this?" he says, tapping his peyot. "I
was a lifeguard. Best lifeguard in town." He
smiles warmly. "Now I'm busy saving myself."