My Search. Josef Ben-Eliezer

      Grandmother, Lena, Judith, Mother, Uncle Milech, Josef, Leo

      Foreword

      ON AN EXCEPTIONALLY TENSE DAY I sat in my office at Bethlehem Bible College as violent clashes between Israeli soldiers and Palestinian demonstrators escalated outside. The sound of heavy gunfire and the putrid smell of tear gas seeped in through my window.

      But that’s not why my hands trembled as I read a letter I had just opened. I have received countless letters in my lifetime, but this is one of the few I will always remember. In it, a woman named Channah Ben-Eliezer introduced herself as Josef Ben-Eliezer’s daughter and shared some of her father’s story.

      As a Jewish child in Germany, Josef Ben-Eliezer experienced the Nazis’ rise to power. His family first sought refuge in Poland, but was driven out when the Germans arrived. Josef fled eastward and ended up exiled to Siberia. He escaped and eventually came to Palestine, where he joined the brigades fighting to establish a Jewish state. Their goal was to provide a safe haven for the persecuted Jews of Europe. Full of energy and enthusiasm, Josef found himself fighting with the forces that conquered the Palestinian town of Lydda, my hometown. (In this book, Josef refers to it by its Hebrew name, Lod.)

      In her letter, Channah briefly described her father’s account of the atrocities committed against the people of Lydda. The events of Lydda remain one of the open wounds in the relationship between Israeli Jews and Palestinians, as the majority of the town’s inhabitants were forced to leave during the 1948 war. While this has been denied by many Israelis, reading about Josef’s experiences confirmed what my father and other family members had told me.

      For Josef, these events triggered flashbacks of being driven from his own home as a child – and started him on a lifelong spiritual quest for peace and reconciliation. This relentless search led him back to Germany, where he found brotherhood among a people that had committed horrible acts against his own people during the Holocaust. And now, decades later, it had led him to look for a way to reconcile with the Palestinians of Lydda and seek their forgiveness.

      Channah’s letter included a request. She wanted to help her father connect with people who had been expelled from their homes in Lydda. At the time, she did not know my family’s story, only that I led an organization working for reconciliation between Jews and Palestinians.

      This was a gift I would never have imagined – a man seeking forgiveness for an event that left scars and still very much affects the people of this land. I responded immediately to Josef’s request and arranged for him to meet my father, Yacoub, in Lydda. When Josef arrived, I watched as they walked through the old city together, sharing their memories of that day in 1948. Then Josef turned to my father and asked his forgiveness. Later my father told me, “I never believed that my story would be acknowledged by a Jew, let alone by someone seeking forgiveness.”

      Some of the most difficult and challenging aspects in reconciliation initiatives between Israelis and Palestinians are history and narrative – what happened in this land, who is at fault, who started what, and how we choose to remember these events. For the Jews, there is the suffering and pain of the Holocaust and the discrimination they faced in the countries where they lived. For the Palestinians, the

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