AIPAC Dinner
December 18, 2007Tonight I crossed my first picket line.
It was a rather anticlimactic experience, actually. I had envisioned an angry mob of protesters waving their picket signs and struggling against the barrier; instead, there were a few sad-looking women holding Jimmy Carter quotes in the air and someone off in a corner with a Jordanian flag that nobody else seemed to want to associate with.
The actual gathering was enough to give heart to those lamenting the shrinking American Jewish community; I saw more yarmulkes this evening than I did in much of Israel. As a youth table, we and the JCHS delegation were put as far in back as possible to make sure we didn’t interfere with the proceedings and weren’t accidentally served wine. Even there we had a decent view of the stage.