A person shall not go out with a sword, nor a bow, nor a shield, nor a dagger, nor a spear. If one does, they are liable for sin. Rabbi Eliezer says: they are decorations for him. And the sages say: they are simply disgraceful, as the Torah says: “they shall beat their swords into ploughshares and their spears into pruning hooks; nation will not raise up sword against nation, nor will they learn war any more.” – Shabbat 63a
I wish the sages had the foresight to extend their prohibition to machine guns.
On Friday morning, I sat in a session learning how to lay tefillin with other queers at Kol HaNeshama synagogue in Jerusalem. It was a wonderful expression of LGBT leadership, with meaningful intention-setting and prayer. It felt truly special.
I found it hard to concentrate, and not just because my Hebrew is too poor to keep up. Just a few chairs away from me, a man was holding a gun larger than his torso, pointed towards the floor in front of him. I don’t know what type of gun this was, or what it can do, nor do I want to.
I asked a friend why so many men now carried guns. I had assumed it was a result of Ben Gvir handing out over 100,000 gun licenses since October 7th. In this case, however, the man was a military reservist, and had no choice but to keep his weapon on him at all times.
“We used to have a policy of no weapons at LGBT events, but it’s getting increasingly hard to enforce. There is a place in the city centre where you can leave your gun with the police for an hour, but people don’t do it any more. Once they feel the safety of holding it, they don’t want to let it go.”
When I came here for the first time, 15 years ago, the thing that struck me most was how many people had enormous weapons. Now, there are far more guns, and the people holding them look so much younger.
On the train from Tel Aviv last week, all the boys sitting around me had different types of guns. In the hostel where I am staying, a large family has come for a reunion. In this family, the women wear enormous beautiful headwraps and the men wear rifles like necklaces.
I prayed with Chabad this weekend. In every service and meal, I looked around: guns everywhere. Even these Orthodox, Shabbat-observant Jews were fully-armed.
The civilians have guns. The settlers have guns. The army have guns. It seems only the peace movement does not. There is, however, something powerful about standing with the believers holding nothing but faith.
When the sun went down, I once again joined the protests for a ceasefire and a hostage deal. The police were heavily armed and facing us. I was warned they might get violent. That threat has a very different resonance to in London, where police very rarely carry guns.
I long for the day when this entire region is disarmed and demilitarised. What will it be like when Jews can pray at the Kotel, Christians at the Holy Sepulchre, and Muslims on Al-Aqsa, when nobody has a single gun? How different will the prayers from this city sound when nobody has reason to fear being shot?
Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Eternal One our God. – Psalm 20:7
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