My entire Israeli feed is photos from Ben Gurion airport & posts like this of Israelis traveling half way across the world to vote.
I have family & friends coming in from SF, NY, Michigan, London, Barcelona, Lisbon, Berlin & Melbourne just to vote Bibi out.
We’re about to justify the Israeli anthem & bring hope back!
The next week is about what kind of Israel Israelis choose, a corrupt messianistic state in the shape of Ben Gvir or a liberal democracy that makes mistakes & tries to correct them so as to provide its citizens (all of them) a safe & sane country that’s a part of the west.
For the geeks. The estimates were that 60,000 ppl would fly in (that’s 2 seats in knesset), but based on how full the flights are we could be near 100,000 Israelis flying in for the elections.
Batel Blaish sultanik
“I'm writing to you from the jet bridge in New York, a moment before they ask us to switch to airplane mode.
Next to me stands a guy with a croissant-shaped neck pillow, and they just announced that our flight to Tel Aviv is running a little late. Turns out he's on his way to the polls too. The pillow is for the flight, the jet lag is for democracy.
I left behind four little kids and a partner on crutches, who walked me to the front door this morning.
I'm flying eleven hours just to walk into an elementary school classroom, stand behind a slightly crooked cardboard screen, and slip a small ballot into an envelope.
I'm here thanks to AID Coalition’s Fly&Vote initiative, and the crazy part is that I'm really not alone in this. Tens of thousands of Israelis around the world are packing their carry-ons right now and crossing oceans. We could easily have said, "We're far away, let someone else worry about it." But the truth is, this is our home, and we have a say in its future too.
36J. I'm seated, we're taxiing, and the plane is full of Israelis on their way to the polls. To my right, Dotan from Atlanta. A row behind me, Adar from Austin. Ravit from Miami is in Economy Plus. And to my left, Mori, 70, from Hod Hasharon, who's still debating whether to go vote at all.
So from my cramped seat, I'm asking you, with all the love in the world: if we're willing to fly halfway around the world to vote, won't you make the five-minute walk to the polling station? The short trip down the stairs of your building?
I know, Election Day is a day off. There's the beach, there's the barbecue, and there's that couch in the living room, with the dip that knows the exact shape of your back. But the couch will wait. The beach will wait too. The polls are open for just one day.
And it truly doesn't matter who you vote for. Right, left, center, everyone has their own truth. What matters is that you don't give up your right to make a difference, because whoever stays on the couch is simply letting others decide for them.
Yours, your mom's, the upstairs neighbor's: every vote counts. Democracy goes on all year long, but it starts right there, behind the screen.
On Election Day, have your coffee, grab your ID and the people you love, and go vote. And think of us, standing in line with you, jet-lagged (plus one guy with a croissant pillow). See you at the polls!
P.S. By the time the flight attendants cleared the dinner trays, Mori had already promised she’d go vote.