عدالة 🇵🇸🇮🇱

🧵Imagine this. It’s pitch black, May 1948. A car slips out of Haifa, heading east through tense checkpoints. Inside sits a woman wrapped in the flowing black robes of a Muslim wife. She doesn’t speak a word of Arabic. Beside her is Ezra Danin, dressed as her Arab husband, the one who’ll do the talking. A second car follows, its windows blacked out tight. Golda Meir is on her way to meet King Abdullah of Transjordan, and no one on the other side can know. The king wouldn’t cross the border. He wouldn’t even tell his own Arab Legion that Jewish visitors were coming. If things turned sour, she was alone. Capture could mean interrogation, or worse. Still, she went. Four days before Israel would declare independence, she had to look him in the eye and ask: would he keep his word? Six months earlier, in November 1947, they’d met more openly at Naharayim by the Jordan River. Abdullah had promised her then: if the UN voted to split Palestine, he’d stay out of any fight. He disliked the Grand Mufti, wanted peace, and gave his word as one man to another. Golda believed him. Now everything felt different. Word had come that he was joining the Arab League and massing troops. So she made the dangerous trip to Amman. The king who greeted her looked pale and worn down. “I spoke to you as a man alone,” he told her. “Now I am one of five.” Syria, Egypt, Lebanon, Iraq, they had him boxed in. He offered a deal: drop the idea of a Jewish state. Take autonomy inside a bigger Jordan. In a year, merge everything under his rule. Golda said no, straight away. Why the rush, he asked. “We’ve been waiting two thousand years,” she replied. The Arabs, he said, could not wait any longer. She warned him plainly: break your promise and there will be war. The Jews would fight. He knew she meant every word. The meeting ended. War came five days later, the morning after Israel declared independence on 14 May. But Golda had been preparing for that moment long before. Back in January 1948, the Jewish leadership was broke and war was closing in. They sent her to America, hoping for maybe seven or eight million dollars. She aimed higher, twenty-five million. In Chicago, at a big Jewish federations meeting, she gave a speech she later called unscheduled and raw, straight from the heart. The room emptied its pockets. She came home with fifty million. After independence she went back and raised tens of millions more. That money bought arms, planes, and time. David Ben-Gurion wrote in his diary that one day history would say a Jewish woman got the funds that made the state possible. On 14 May she stood in a room in Tel Aviv and signed Israel’s Declaration of Independence, one of only two women among the signers. She later said it felt unreal, like stepping into the history books she’d read as a schoolgirl. She cried. The years that followed were remarkable. Ambassador to Moscow. Minister of Labour, building homes and roads for hundreds of thousands. Foreign Minister for a decade, reaching out to new nations in Africa and Latin America. Then, in 1969 at seventy, she became Prime Minister. All that time she carried a secret. Diagnosed with lymphoma in the mid-1960s, she told almost no one. She worked through pain, midnight treatments, exhaustion, because the country needed her more than she needed rest. 1/2⬇️

Sadio Mane, a Senegalese soccer star, earns approximately $10.2 million annually. He gave the world a rude awakenng after some fans were flabbergasted when they saw him carrying a cracked iPhone 11. His response was awesome: "Why would I want ten Ferraris, 20 diamond watches, and two jet planes? I starved, I worked in the fields, played brefoot, and I didn't go to school. Now I can help people. I prefer to build schools and give poor people food or clothing. I have built schools and a stadium, provide clothes, shoes, and food for people in extreme poverty. In addition, I give 70 euros per month to all people from a very poor Senegalese region in order to contribute to their family economy. I do not need to display luxury cars, luxury homes, trips, and even planes. I prefer that my people receive some of what life has given me.

„Hihi die Christen sind so dumm und widersprüchlich, wenn sie Ostern feiern.“ Gab es beim ÖRR eigentlich die letzten Wochen nur einen satirischen Beitrag über den Islam und seine Bräuche? Nein? Wir wissen alle warum, nur ist der Hintergrund nicht lustig…