Friday, September 12, 2014

Final Review of The King’s Daughter Soo Baek Hyang (제왕의딸, 수백향)


Committing yourself to watching a daily historical drama as it airs is a risky business. It’s like saying yes to a perfect stranger not knowing whether you’re going to end up with a psycho or prince charming.

And although there is no risk involved (except for long delay), writing a review for a drama requires more than just a commitment.

I’m not saying that I regret watching the King’s Daughter or promising to write its final review for I’m not. However, commitment is not an easy thing to do if you don’t have enough passion for it.

I need to be madly in love with a drama in order to put it as priority in my time schedule.

Back during Coffee House day my time schedule was filled with it. I was so obsessed I even wrote a review of one of Coffee House’s episodes during my working hours – right in the middle of a seminar/meeting with the Vice President.

Believe it or not there are actually specific times set for my postings and whenever that fails I use my favorite motto “it’s better late than never” to make myself feel better.

The King’s Daughter Soo Baek Hyang is far from perfect, fortunately I don’t need perfection to love a drama.

Coffee House isn’t perfect but I love it. 49 Days isn’t perfect either yet despite really hating its ending it’s my second favorite drama of all time.

So what’s wrong with the King’s Daughter?

Why does it take so long for me to write its final review when the drama grants me my most fervent wishes. It gives me a strong female lead and a happy ending.


I think what upsets me the most about the King’s Daughter is the fact that I could love it. I mean really love it. Love it with the kind of love that I have for both Coffee House and 49 Days.

It has all my favorite ingredients for a drama so it should be nothing but unadulterated love.

Unlike many historical dramas that are populated with Kings/Queens/high court officials and characters that are obsessed with power or revenge taking, the King’s Daughter Soo Baek Hyang is refreshingly free of baddies. Which in my book is a very good thing.

Watching unpleasant characters trying to ruin someone else’s lives isn’t my idea of fun. Seeing Kings killing his own relatives and subjects just to secure his throne raises my blood pressure. I feel like plotting evil plots myself when power hunger characters are hell bent to destroying whoever stands in their ways.

I don’t want to waste my precious time watching dramas and end up with a desire to kill someone. The least a drama could do is to make me happy.

The King’s Daughter Soo Baek Hyang offers something new. It promises garden of roses. I smell love in the air. And surprisingly it does fill with love.




With the exception of Solhi (Soe Woo) everyone else is driven by love or desire to do something good for their loved ones or for the greater good of their country. No one is really evil by nature despite doing bad things here and there.

Unfortunately, although we only have one snake in our garden Solhi is more than enough to raise your blood pressure and perhaps ruin your fun watching the King’s Daughter.

In a drama where the strength of love is palpable she stands out like an ugly duck. It’s hard to love or understand her. She is loved to death by her loved ones yet she loves none but herself.

I partially blame her (how her character is being written) for reducing the love I have for this drama. She makes me want to rewrite the King’s Daughter Soo Baek Hyang into an awesome perfect drama that it could be.

Of course that awesome perfect drama is according to my taste for some of you might already consider this drama perfect as it is.

The King’s Daughter is the first saguek where I like practically everyone (minus Solhi of course). And guess what?  It has the cutest and most adorable Queen in saguek land. It also has the cutest little pumpkin that makes you want to save every orphan in the world.




Now, let’s have a look at its main characters.

Firstly, the First Marshall/Japyong (Lee Jae Ryong), later King Muryong (무령왕).

I have mix feelings about King Muryong. I want to like him but I can’t warm up to him. At least not in the beginning when the story starts.

His inability to recognise and understand the murderous intents in King’s Dongsong‘s heart is a strike against his good judgment. And his lack of judgment in judging his right hand man (later Grand Marshall Hae) has resulted in the death of many people.

Baek Ga is guilty and perhaps deserved to die despite the fact that he is encouraged and pushed to kill King Dongsong by Grand Marshall Hae. But there are other innocent people who have to die because of this trickery and King Muryong’s stupidity.

In the romance’s part I don’t like how Japyong treats his lover Chaehwa (Myung Se Bin).

I’m not convinced that this couple deserves our support. It might be because we don’t get to see how their love story develops. Nevertheless, that sentiment makes it difficult for me to get on board on Japyong and Chaehwa’s ship.

Despite saying that he is willing to spend the rest of his life with her somewhere I don’t think he loves Chaehwa enough. Just look at what happens when a trial comes between them (the death of King Dongsong).

It becomes the death of their relationship and the rest of her family.

I’m appalled at how carelessly he delivers capital punishment for the father of the woman he is purported to love. I’m horrified at how coldly he rejects Chaehwa’s request to spare her father.

Yes, her father kills King Dongsong who he loves dearly but doesn’t he also love Chaehwa dearly?

Apparently not. It turns out that he loves his cousin more than her. And he also loves his kingdom more than her.

King Muryong redeems himself somewhat in my eyes when he switches his own son Myongnong with King Dongsong‘s son Jinmu. Hence Jinmu becomes Myongnong and Myongnong becomes Jinmu.


Unfortunately, despite his good deed he still doesn’t get my blessing in romance department. He might be a good man but in the affaires de coeur I’m firmly rooting for Chaehwa and Guchon (Yoon Tae Young).

I fall in love with Guchon the moment I see him feed the fish in the palace pool right when Chaehwa is about to cross the bridge under the watchful eyes of all her jealous spectators.

I did wonder albeit for a second whether his action is just a coincident or not. But of course it is not a coincident. He did that to save her honour from damaging rumour about her chastity.

Guchon might be deaf and mute but he certainly is not stupid nor blind. And when he loves, he loves with all his heart. I’m sure if he has to choose between a kingdom and a woman he loves, he’ll choose love over anything else.

I love every scene when Guchon and Chaehwa are together. Those scenes make watching the parents’ part enjoyable. Every time Guchon smiles I smile. Chaehwa might end up with a slave and not the King, but what a slave she gets.

I remember how hard it is for me to endure the first episodes of Queen Soen Doek. I have to constantly tell myself ‘it’ll get better soon’ just be patient.

The parents’ part of the King’s Daughter is yummy enough to make me commit myself to this drama (although honestly with Jo Hyun Jae in his first Saguek after Song of the Prince/Ballad of Soedong bailing out is not an option).

With the Crown Princes being switched and the fake Princess is on her crusade I imagine interesting plots ahead. And up to a point the writing holds up.

I love how instead of turning into melodramatic the show goes for light and happy tone. I love how instead of giving us complicated court intrigues it starts with the chaos caused by the philandering, pleasure seeking, good for nothing Prince Jinmu (Jun Tae Soo).

The King’s Daughter doesn’t go to places I imagine it might and could go to, but that’s alright since one of its strengths lies in its simplicity (too bad that its main weakness also lies in oversimplification besides glaring inconsistency).

Now, before I start rambling let’s have a look at our second character the Crown Prince Myongnong (Jo Hyun Jae).


Myongnong is like no other Crown Princes in most historical dramas. I love him from the first time I see him.

And no, it’s not because he is Jo Hyun Jae! (Although I must admit that part of the excitement of watching the first part of this drama is the waiting for Jo Hyun Jae’s first appearance).



Most Crown Princes have one thing in common regardless whether they are the spoiled useless heirs or the ambitious king wannabes. They all look forward to the day when the current King is gone and they could ascend the throne.

They do all they could including putting  an acting worth of an Oscar to get the King’s approval to maintain their status while carefully assessing the court to see who are on their side and who are on their rival’s side.

Myongnong has more than enough brains and skills to rule the country single handedly. He is shrewd enough to know who is who at King Muryong’s court. He has enough ice in his blood to manipulate and use other people to his benefit. 

But despite having all those qualities and the power to ensure his ruling he cares only for one thing.

The pleasure seeking Jinmu spends his time chasing women and creates one scandal after another but Myongnong who is feared and respected by all seeks his pleasure in striving to make the King proud – not to get the throne – but merely to make the King happy.

Myongnong cares for nothing and nobody. The King is the only person he loves (at least until he falls in love with Solnan/Soo Baek Hyang).


It is painful to watch how much he loves King Muryong. It hurts even more seeing how he tries to hide his pain knowing that the one King Muryong really loves is Jinmu.

On the surface Myongnong seems infallible. He looks like he is strong enough to carry any burden that happens to fall onto his shoulder. Nothing can shake his composure and determination.

But that’s just a façade that he puts for the world to see for the real Myongnong lives his life in fear. Always insecure. Always lonely.

When the big secret is out I don’t feel sorry for Jinmu, he kind of deserves it, but how I ache for Myongnong. I can’t imagine the pain that he has to endure when his worst fear has become reality.

It must be extremely painful for Myongnong to know that all this time when he loves the King with all his heart and only want the King to be happy but unknowingly his very existence has become the cause of King Muryong’s deepest pain. 

It must hurt like hell to finally learn why the King loves Jinmu so and why he never feels really loved by the King and why he always feels insecure.

My heart breaks when I see how despite extremely hurting Myongnong tries to keep his pains buried and proceeds to do what he has to do to ensure King Muryong’s happiness.

I wish I could wrap my arms around him and tell him, you’re not alone, don’t hold your pain inside, you have me and I love you.

Too bad I won’t be able to offer him any comfort for I’m not the one he loves. Let’s have a look at his beloved. Solnan aka the real Soo Baek Hyang.


This is the first time I agree with a drama when it describes its heroine as plain/ugly. Most of the time we are forced to accept a drop dead gorgeous actress described as plain and simple (remembering the extremely beautiful Song Hye Gyo in Full House where she is described as ordinary).

No offense to Soe Hyun Jin, I don’t think she is pretty let alone beautiful. But strangely, as the story progresses she becomes prettier and even beautiful.

That’s perhaps also how Myongnong sees her. The indifferent, goal oriented Crown Prince slowly learns the value of his pawn. He finally sees the gem and covets it.

He who never cares for anything, who never wants anything finally find something that he wants. Something else besides the King that makes him happy.


Although her real name (Soo Baek Hyang) means protector of Baekjae, Solnan is actually the protector of Solhi for she is never taught to love Baekje (they don’t even live in Baekje) but she is taught to love and protect her little sister.

I’m quite alarmed when I see how the still very little Solnan fearlessly gets rid of a poisonous snake to save her little baby sister. That’s a good and bad news.

The bad news is that she puts Solhi above herself even then when she’s just a little girl. The good news is that I can see she has courage, brains and enough determination to conquer any obstacles stand in her way.

And I’m not disappointed. I like the grown up Solnan.

She is kind and easy going. A happy village girl who has no ambition except for eating chicken. A simple girl who often becomes the personal slave of her manipulative little step sister.

But what I like the most about Solnan is how beneath all that kind, easy going, and simple girl outlook, there is a brain and steeliness to her character that makes Solhi wearies of her.

I’m pleased that just like Chaehwa and Guchon, no matter how much she loves Solhi, Solnan isn’t completely blind to the real nature of her little sister. She lets Solhi gets her way because she loves her too much. Not because she is stupid.

Did you hear that? Dear writers, I’m looking at you!

*Taking a deep breath*

It seems I’ve come to the ranting part. How could I in almost the same breath praise and criticize the same drama?

Well, because that’s what this drama do to me. One moment I love it to death (this show delivers really romantic lines and cute scenes), but in the next moment I feel like pulling my hair out. 

Every time the latter happens I decide to believe that the main writer is on leave and we end up with a new writer who knows nothing about the main characters in this drama.

A new writer who doesn’t even watch the previous episodes but ends up writing for a few episodes in between. A new writer who can’t seem to remember that Solnan is not stupid nor weak.

A new writer who turns her into a complete idiot whenever she meets Solhi. A new writer who changes the Solnan that we know all a long into a completely new girl. A new girl who is hard to admire.

I still love the King’s Daughter Soo Baek Hyang but I must say that the inconsistency in the writing department has ruined it chance to become a really great drama.

I don’t know whether the live shooting has impacted the writing or whether we really have a number of writers who have different ideas regarding the main characters in this show.

Another major issue that I have with the King’s Daughter is the pacing. There are times when I’m sure even a snail would be ashamed to be put on a race with some of its episodes.

In all of 108 episodes of the King’s Daughter the most frustrating experience for me (besides Solhi’s scenes and Solnan sudden character’s change) is Maekgum’s episodes.

Who cares how long and faithfully Maekgum looks for Chaehwa? I don’t.

What? You want to know who Maekgum is? Don’t bother. She is a nobody. And you wouldn’t care either. Okay, she is Chaehwa’s personal hand maiden. There.

Does she deserve a full episode of her own? No, she doesn’t.

There are so many things that could be shown to the viewers and whatever those things are I’m sure they are going to be more interesting than the story of finding and convincing Maekgum to talk.

If the writers insist that this useless story must be told the director should compromise but letting them know who is in charge by showing Makgeum’s story in less than five minutes.

Forcing us to watch two full episodes of Makguem is a crime.

Wait a minute, don’t tell me that’s the time when the main writer was on leave (not alone) but together with the main director and we ended up with not only a new writer but a new director as well?

The strength of the King’s Daughter lies in its simplicity.  But its main weakness lies in oversimplification.

All the characters in this drama have already had their own personalities. But for Solhi’s sake the writers (it must be the new writers) chose to ignore that and turn them into a bunch of complete idiots.

Some villains deserve to be the center of a conflict. Villains like Mi Shil from Queen Soen Doek, Jo Phil Yon from Giant, and Min Jun Guk from I Hear Your Voice. I wish them all fire and hell but their characters are equipped with the appropriate brains to create hell in those dramas.

But not Solhi.


I hate her so don’t expect me to be fair. I’m not going to write good things about her for she ruins this drama for me. Okay, I know it’s not her. It’s the writer. But still it’s because of her.
  
I hate how Solnan turns into a stupid girl because of Solhi. I hate how one of the trusted guards from Crown Prince’s own elite force turns coat just because of pretty face.

I hate her because she kills my beloved Guchon.

Yes, I know it’s not actually by her own hand. I know she has no idea that she’s ordering a death sentence for her own father BUT it doesn’t matter because I don’t think she would act differently in the end if she knows what Guchon is about to do.

She doesn’t even mind killing Solnan who loves her to death just because she is afraid Solnan would reveal her secret. She certainly would have less hesitation killing Guchon.

Although he is her real father she never understands him and always hates the fact that she is a daughter of a deaf and mute slave. Solnan who isn’t Gulchon’s real daughter loves him more than his own daughter.
 
And let’s not forget Solhi is the reason why Solnan couldn’t be together with Myongnong.

Even after knowing that Myongnong is her brother Solnan couldn’t change her feelings for him. She still loves him just as much. She still wants him to be hers although she can’t.

What she fears the most is his reaction when he learns about their relationship.

Yeah, I blame Solhi for robbing me off of romantic scenes between Myongnong and Solnan. I blame her for not giving me the chance to see this couple together being cute and lovey dovey

I hate it when towards the end my OTP couldn’t be together.

I hate this separation nonsense as much as I hate a time jump that separates many other OTPs before and only brings them back together in the last two second of the final episode.

And I don’t like the just rewards being given to Solhie. It’s only a slap in the wrist for such a huge crime. Is that all you can do writers?

Now, lastly let’s have a look at our other Prince. Jinmu.


Despite trying and actually doing bad things I don’t hate Jinmu. Unlike Solhi, he is not evil. He doesn’t even want the throne. He has no ambition to be King.

If chancellor Yon doesn’t constantly whisper in his ears day in day out about how his father was being assassinated by King Muryong he wouldn’t do anything about it. What he really wants is to be loved and acknowledged by King Muryong. That’s all.

You might like the King’s Daughter or you might not. But this is one of few dramas that’s getting better towards the end. This is not a drama that will make you regret wasting your time after seeing its ending.

I haven’t seen the Empress Ki because I don’t like the ending. I haven’t finished the last few episodes of Queen Soen Doek because the last parts of the drama is rather taxing to watch.

Say whatever you like about the King’s Daughter but all the good stuffs are happening in the last parts of the drama. You might want more justice for Solhi, you might want more romance between the Crown Prince and Solnan but in the end, where ever you stand, we all get what we want.

So, yes. I recommend watching the King’s Daughter Soo Baek Hyang.





ps:
I don’t need to tell you that a liberal use of FF button might be needed during some episodes do I?

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Dream that Will Always be Dream

I haven’t written anything for quite sometimes not because I have no intention to continue
many unfinished works/promises that I’ve started/made here but because it’s that time of the year when I suddenly realise with the clearest clarity that with only 24 hours a day I need to utilize that limited time better. Prioritizing what really matters.

Writing to my heart content is a luxury.

So, instead of writing my own opinions about the latest most disturbing ‘war’ between the Israelis and the Palestinians I’m posting this article of Gideon Levy from The Independent published on 6 August 2014.

Will our world be civilized enough 1,000 years from now to eradicate not only poverty but the war mongers as well? Will there be a peace between the Israelis and Palestinians?

I’m an optimist but this issue is an exception. The involved parties are too involved in their feud to be able to see things clearly, objectively and justly. The peace will not come from them. Ever.

Hence, the world needs to put creating peace between the Israelis and the Palestinians as its priority. Intervention is mandatory. A lasting truce between these two is a dream that will always be just that a dream. Unless the world wakes up and turns that dream into reality.

Their wars don’t seem that important to the rest of the world at this moment – the world only pays attention when the number of civilian casualties keeps mounting and multiplying with bullet speed – but what happens between the Israelis and the Palestinians is also a threat to world peace.

One of the very few issues that can unite a muslim world as one is what happens in Palestine. And nothing can radicalize an ordinary muslim and turn him into a terrorist or Jewish hater like the killings, slaughters, destruction and occupation in that land.

If we don’t care now the people after us might have to pay the hefty price later on.


Is Gideon Levy the most hated man in Israel or just the most heroic? 


Gideon Levy is the most hated man in Israel – and perhaps the most heroic. This “good Tel Aviv boy” – a sober, serious child of the Jewish state – has been shot at repeatedly by the Israeli Defence Force, been threatened with being “beaten to a pulp” on the country’s streets, and faced demands from government ministers that he be tightly monitored as “a security risk.” This is because he has done something very simple, and something that almost no other Israeli has done. Nearly every week for three decades, he has travelled to the Occupied Territories and described what he sees, plainly and without propaganda. “My modest mission,” he says, “is to prevent a situation in which many Israelis will be able to say, ‘We didn’t know.’” And for that, many people want him silenced.

The story of Gideon Levy – and the attempt to deride, suppress or deny his words – is the story of Israel distilled. If he loses, Israel itself is lost.

I meet him in a hotel bar in Scotland, as part of his European tour to promote his new book, ‘The Punishment of Gaza’. The 57 year-old looks like an Eastern European intellectual on a day off – tall and broad and dressed in black, speaking accented English in a lyrical baritone. He seems so at home in the world of book festivals and black coffee that it is hard, at first, to picture him on the last occasion he was in Gaza – in November, 2006, before the Israeli government changed the law to stop him going.

He reported that day on a killing, another of the hundreds he has documented over the years. As twenty little children pulled up in their school bus at the Indira Gandhi kindergarten, their 20 year-old teacher, Najawa Khalif, waved to them – and an Israel shell hit her and she was blasted to pieces in front of them. He arrived a day later, to find the shaking children drawing pictures of the chunks of her corpse. The children were “astonished to see a Jew without weapons. All they had ever seen were soldiers and settlers.”

“My biggest struggle,” he says, “is to rehumanize the Palestinians. There’s a whole machinery of brainwashing in Israel which really accompanies each of us from early childhood, and I’m a product of this machinery as much as anyone else. [We are taught] a few narratives that it’s very hard to break. That we Israelis are the ultimate and only victims. That the Palestinians are born to kill, and their hatred is irrational. That the Palestinians are not human beings like us… So you get a society without any moral doubts, without any questions marks, with hardly public debate. To raise your voice against all this is very hard.”

So he describes the lives of ordinary Palestinians like Najawa and her pupils in the pages of Ha’aretz, Israel’s establishment newspaper. The tales read like Chekovian short stories of trapped people, in which nothing happens, and everything happens, and the only escape is death. One article was entitled “The last meal of the Wahbas family.” He wrote: “They’d all sat down to have lunch at home: the mother Fatma, three months pregnant; her daughter Farah, two; her son Khaled, one; Fatma’s brother, Dr Zakariya Ahmed; his daughter in law Shayma, nine months pregnant; and the seventy-eight year old grandmother. A Wahba family gathering in Khan Yunis in honour of Dr Ahmed, who’d arrived home six days earlier from Saudi Arabia. A big boom is heard outside. Fatma hurriedly scoops up the littlest one and tries to escape to an inner room, but another boom follows immediately. This time is a direct hit.”

In small biographical details, he recovers their humanity from the blankness of an ever-growing death toll. The Wahbas had tried for years to have a child before she finally became pregnant at the age of 36. The grandmother tried to lift little Khaled off the floor: that’s when she realised her son and daughter were dead.

Levy uses a simple technique. He asks his fellow Israelis: how would we feel, if this was done to us by a vastly superior military power? Once, in Jenin, his car was stuck behind an ambulance at a checkpoint for an hour. He saw there was a sick woman in the back and asked the driver what was going on, and he was told the ambulances were always made to wait this long. Furious, he asked the Israeli soldiers how they would feel if it was their mother in the ambulance – and they looked bemused at first, then angry, pointing their guns at him and telling him to shut up.

“I am amazed again and again at how little Israelis know of what’s going on fifteen minutes away from their homes,” he says. “The brainwashing machinery is so efficient that trying [to undo it is] almost like trying to turn an omelette back to an egg. It makes people so full of ignorance and cruelty.” He gives an example. During Operation Cast Lead, the Israel bombing of blockaded Gaza in 2008-9,  “a dog – an Israeli dog – was killed by a Qassam rocket and it on the front page of the most popular newspaper in Israel. On the very same day, there were tens of Palestinians killed, they were on page 16, in two lines.”

At times, the occupation seems to him less tragic than absurd. In 2009, Spain’s most famous clown, Ivan Prado, agreed to attend a clowning festival on Ramallah in the West Bank. He was detained at the airport in Israel, and then deported “for security reasons.” Levy leans forward and asks: “Was the clown considering transferring Spain’s vast stockpiles of laughter to hostile elements? Joke bombs to the jihadists? A devastating punch line to Hamas?”

Yet the absurdity nearly killed him. In the summer of 2003, he was travelling in a clearly marked Israeli taxi on the West Bank. He explains: “At a certain stage the army stopped us and asked what we were doing there. We showed them our papers, which were all in order. They sent us up a road – and when we went onto this road, they shot us. They directed their fire to the centre of the front window. Straight at the head. No shooting in the air, no megaphone calling to stop, no shooting at the wheels. Shoot to kill immediately. If it hadn’t been bullet-proof, I wouldn’t be here now. I don’t think they knew who we were. They shot us like they would shoot anyone else. They were trigger-happy, as they always are. It was like having a cigarette. They didn’t shoot just one bullet. The whole car was full of bullets. 

Do they know who they are going to kill? No. They don’t know and don’t care.”
He shakes his head with a hardened bewilderment. “They shoot at the Palestinians like this on a daily basis. You have only heard about this because, for once, they shot at an Israeli.”

I “Who lived in this house? Where is he now?”

How did Gideon Levy become so different to his countrymen? Why does he offer empathy to the Palestinians while so many others offer only bullets and bombs? At first, he was just like them: his argument with other Israelis is an argument with his younger self. He was born in 1953 in Tel Aviv and as a young man “I was totally nationalistic, like everyone else. I thought – we are the best, and the Arabs just want to kill. I didn’t question.”

He was fourteen during the Six Day War, and soon after his parents took him to see the newly conquered Occupied Territories. “We were so proud going to see Rachel’s Tomb [in Bethlehem] and we just didn’t see the Palestinians. We looked right through them, like they were invisible,” he says. “It had always been like that. We were passing as children so many ruins [of Palestinian villages that had been ethnically cleansed in 1948]. We never asked: ‘Who lived in this house? Where is he now? He must be alive. He must be somewhere.’ It was part of the landscape, like a tree, like a river.” Long into his twenties, “I would see settlers cutting down olive trees and soldiers mistreating Palestinian women at the checkpoints, and I would think, ‘These are exceptions, not part of government policy.’”

Levy says he became different due to “an accident.” He carried out his military service with Israeli Army Radio and then continued working as a journalist, “so I started going to the Occupied Territories a lot, which most Israelis don’t do. And after a while, gradually, I came to see them as they really are.”

But can that be all? Plenty of Israelis go to the territories – not least the occupying troops and settlers – without recoiling. “I think it was also – you see, my parents were refugees. I saw what it had done to them. So I suppose... I saw these people and thought of my parents.” Levy’s father was a German Jewish lawyer from the Sudetenland. At the age of 26 – in 1939, as it was becoming inescapably clear the Nazis were determined to stage a genocide in Europe – he went with his parents to the railway station in Prague, and they waved him goodbye. “He never saw them or heard from them again,” Levy says. “He never found out what happened to them. If he had not left, he would not have lived.” For six months he lived on a boat filled with refugees, being turned away from port after port, until finally they made it to British Mandate Palestine, as it then was.

“My father was traumatised for his whole life,” he says. “He never really settled in Israel. He never really learned to speak anything but broken Hebrew. He came to Israel with his PhD and he had to make his living, so he started to work in a bakery and to sell cakes from door to door on his bicycle. It must have been a terrible humiliation to be a PhD in law and be knocking on doors offering cakes. He refused to learn to be a lawyer again. He became a minor clerk. I think this is what smashed him, y’know? He lived here sixty years, he had his family, had his happiness but he was really a stranger. A foreigner, in his own country… He was always outraged by things, small things. He couldn’t understand how people would dare to phone between two and four in the afternoon. It horrified him. He never understood what is the concept of overdraft in the bank. Every Israeli has an overdraft, but if he heard somebody was one pound overdrawn, he was horrified.”

His father “never” talked about home. “Any time I tried to encourage him to talk about it, he would close down. He never went back. There was nothing [to go back to], the whole village was destroyed. He left a whole life there. He left a fiancé, a career, everything. I am very sorry I didn’t push him harder to talk because I was young, so I didn’t have much interest. 
 That’s the problem. When we are curious about our parents, they are gone.”

Levy’s father never saw any parallels between the fact he was turned into a refugee, and the 800,000 Palestinians who were turned into refugees by the creation of the state of Israel. “Never! People didn’t think like that. We never discussed it, ever.” Yet in the territories, Levy began to see flickers of his father everywhere – in the broken men and women never able to settle, dreaming forever of going home.

Then, slowly, Levy began to realise their tragedy seeped deeper still into his own life – into the ground beneath his feet and the very bricks of the Israeli town where he lives, Sheikh Munis. It is built on the wreckage of “one of the 416 Palestinian villages Israel wiped off the face of the earth in 1948,” he says. “The swimming pool where I swim every morning was the irrigation grove they used to water the village’s groves. My house stands on one of the groves. The land was ‘redeemed’ by force, its 2,230 inhabitants were surrounded and threatened. They fled, never to return. Somewhere, perhaps in a refugee camp in terrible poverty, lives the family of the farmer who plowed the land where my house now stands.” He adds that it is “stupid and wrong” to compare it to the Holocaust, but says that man is a traumatized refugee just as surely as Levy’s father – and even now, if he ended up in the territories, he and his children and grandchildren live under blockade, or violent military occupation.

The historian Isaac Deutscher once offered an analogy for the creation of the state of Israel. A Jewish man jumps from a burning building, and he lands on a Palestinian, horribly injuring him. Can the jumping man be blamed? Levy’s father really was running for his life: it was Palestine, or a concentration camp. Yet Levy says that the analogy is imperfect – because now the jumping man is still, sixty years later, smashing the head of the man he landed on against the ground, and beating up his children and grandchildren too. “1948 is still here. 1948 is still in the refugee camps. 1948 is still calling for a solution,” he says. “Israel is doing the very same thing now... dehumanising the Palestinians where it can, and ethnic cleansing wherever it’s possible. 1948 is not over. Not by a long way.”

II The scam of “peace talks”

Levy looks out across the hotel bar where we are sitting and across the Middle East, as if the dry sands of the Negev desert were washing towards us. Any conversation about the region is now dominated by a string of propaganda myths, he says, and perhaps the most basic is the belief that Israel is a democracy. “Today we have three kinds of people living under Israeli rule,” he explains. “We have Jewish Israelis, who have full democracy and have full civil rights. We have the Israeli Arabs, who have Israeli citizenship but are severely discriminated against. And we have the Palestinians in the Occupied Territories, who live without any civil rights, and without any human rights. Is that a democracy?”

He sits back and asks in a low tone, as if talking about a terminally ill friend: “How can you say it is a democracy when, in 62 years, there was not one single Arab village established? I don’t have to tell you how many Jewish towns and villages were established. Not one Arab village. How can you say it’s a democracy when research has shown repeatedly that Jews and Arabs get different punishments for the same crime? How can you say it’s a democracy when a Palestinian student can hardly rent an apartment in Tel Aviv, because when they hear his accent or his name almost nobody will rent to him? How can you say Israel is a democracy when… Jerusalem invests 577 shekels a year in a pupil in [Palestinian] East Jerusalem and 2372 shekels a year in a pupil from [Jewish] West Jerusalem. Four times less, only because of the child’s ethnicity! Every part of our society is racist.”

“I want to be proud of my country,” he says. “I am an Israeli patriot. I want us to do the right thing.” So this requires him to point out that Palestinian violence is – in truth – much more limited than Israeli violence, and usually a reaction to it. “The first twenty years of the occupation passed quietly, and we did not lift a finger to end it. Instead, under cover of the quiet, we built the enormous, criminal settlement enterprise,” where Palestinian land is seized by Jewish religious fundamentalists who claim it was given to them by God. Only then – after a long period of theft, and after their attempts at peaceful resistance were met with brutal violence - did the Palestinians become violent themselves. “What would happen if the Palestinians had not fired Qassams [the rockets shot at Southern Israel, including civilian towns]? Would Israel have lifted the economic siege? Nonsense. If the Gazans were sitting quietly, as Israel expects them to do, their case would disappear from the agenda. Nobody would give any thought to the fate of the people of Gaza if they had not behaved violently.”

He unequivocally condemns the firing of rockets at Israeli civilians, but adds: “The Qassams have a context. They are almost always fired after an IDF assassination operation, and there have been many of these.” Yet the Israeli attitude is that “we are allowed to bomb anything we want but they are not allowed to launch Qassams.” It is a view summarised by Haim Ramon, the justice minister at time of Second Lebanon War: “We are allowed to destroy everything.”

Even the terms we use to discuss Operation Cast Lead are wrong, Levy argues. “That wasn’t a war. It was a brutal assault on a helpless, imprisoned population. You can call a match between Mike Tyson and a 5 year old child boxing, but the proportions, oh, the proportions.” Israel “frequently targeted medical crews, [and] shelled a UN-run school that served as a shelter for residents, who bled to death over days as the IDF prevented their evacuation by shooting and shelling... A state that takes such steps is no longer distinguishable from a terror organisation. They say as a justification that Hamas hides among the civilian population. As if the Defence Ministry in Tel Aviv is not located in the heart of a civilian population! As if there are places in Gaza that are not in the heart of a civilian population!”

He appeals to anybody who is sincerely concerned about Israel’s safety and security to join him in telling Israelis the truth in plain language. “A real friend does not pick up the bill for an addict’s drugs: he packs the friend off to rehab instead. Today, only those who speak up against Israel’s policies – who denounce the occupation, the blockade, and the war – are the nation’s true friends.” The people who defend Israel’s current course are “betraying the country” by encouraging it on “the path to disaster. A child who has seen his house destroyed, his brother killed, and his father humiliated will not easily forgive.”

These supposed ‘friends of Israel’ are in practice friends of Islamic fundamentalism, he believes. “Why do they have to give the fundamentalists more excuses, more fury, more opportunities, more recruits? Look at Gaza. Gaza was totally secular not long ago. Now you can hardly get alcohol today in Gaza, after all the brutality. Religious fundamentalism is always the language people turn to in despair, if everything else fails. If Gaza had been a free society it would not have become like this. We gave them recruits.”

Levy believes the greatest myth – the one hanging over the Middle East like perfume sprayed onto a corpse – is the idea of the current ‘peace talks’ led by the United States. There was a time when he too believed in them. At the height of the Oslo talks in the 1990s, when Yitzhak Rabin negotiated with Yassir Arafat, “at the end of a visit I turned and, in a gesture straight out of the movies, waved Gaza farewell. Goodbye occupied Gaza, farewell! We are never to meet again, at least not in your occupied state. How foolish!”

Now, he says, he is convinced it was “a scam” from the start, doomed to fail. How does he know? “There is a very simple litmus test for any peace talks. A necessity for peace is for Israel to dismantle settlements in the West Bank. So if you are going to dismantle settlements soon, you’d stop building more now, right? They carried on building them all through Oslo. And today, Netanyahu is refusing to freeze construction, the barest of the bare minimum. It tells you all you need.”

He says Netanyahu has – like the supposedly more left-wing alternatives, Ehud Barak and Tzipip Livni – always opposed real peace talks, and even privately bragged about destroying the Oslo process. In 1997, during his first term as Israeli leader, he insisted he would only continue with the talks if a clause was added saying Israel would not have to withdraw from undefined “military locations” – and he was later caught on tape boasting: “Why is that important? Because from that moment on I stopped the Oslo accords.” If he bragged about “stopping” the last peace process, why would he want this one to succeed? Levy adds: “And how can you make peace with only half the Palestinian population? How can you leave out Hamas and Gaza?”

These fake peace talks are worse than no talks at all, Levy believes. “If there are negotiations, there won’t be international pressure. Quiet, we’re in discussions, settlement can go on uninterrupted. That is why futile negotiations are dangerous negotiations. Under the cover of such talks, the chances for peace will grow even dimmer... The clear subtext is Netanyahu’s desire to get American support for bombing Iran. To do that, he thinks he needs to at least pay lip-service to Obama’s requests for talks. That’s why he’s doing this.”
After saying this, he falls silent, and we stare at each other for a while. Then he says, in a quieter voice: “The facts are clear. Israel has no real intention of quitting the territories or allowing the Palestinian people to exercise their rights. No change will come to pass in the complacent, belligerent, and condescending Israel of today. This is the time to come up with a rehabilitation programme for Israel.”
 
III Waving Israeli flags made in China

According to the opinion polls, most Israelis support a two-state solution – yet they elect governments that expand the settlements and so make a two-state solution impossible. “You would need a psychiatrist to explain this contradiction,” Levy says. “Do they expect two states to fall from the sky? Today, the Israelis have no reason to make any changes,” he continues. “Life in Israel is wonderful. You can sit in Tel Aviv and have a great life. Nobody talks about the occupation. So why would they bother [to change]? The majority of Israelis think about the next vacation and the next jeep and all the rest doesn’t interest them any more.” They are drenched in history, and yet oblivious to it.

In Israel, the nation’s “town square has been empty for years. If there were no significant protests during Operation Cast Lead, then there is no left to speak of. The only group campaigning for anything other than their personal whims are the settlers, who are very active.” So how can change happen? He says he is “very pessimistic”, and the most likely future is a society turning to ever-more naked “apartheid.” With a shake of the head, he says: “We had now two wars, the flotilla – it doesn’t seem that Israel has learned any lesson, and it doesn’t seem that Israel is paying any price. The Israelis don’t pay any price for the injustice of the occupation, so the occupation will never end. It will not end a moment before Israelis understand the connection between the occupation and the price they will be forced to pay. They will never shake it off on their own initiative.”

It sounds like he is making the case for boycotting Israel, but his position is more complex. “Firstly, the Israeli opposition to the boycott is incredibly hypocritical. Israel itself is one of the world’s most prolific boycotters. Not only does it boycott, it preaches to others, at times even forces others, to follow in tow. Israel has imposed a cultural, academic, political, economic and military boycott on the territories. The most brutal, naked boycott is, of course, the siege on Gaza and the boycott of Hamas. At Israel's behest, nearly all Western countries signed onto the boycott with inexplicable alacrity. This is not just a siege that has left Gaza in a state of shortage for three years. It's a series of cultural, academic, humanitarian and economic boycotts. Israel is also urging the world to boycott Iran. So Israelis cannot complain if this is used against them.”

He shifts in his seat. “But I do not boycott Israel. I could have done it, I could have left Israel. But I don’t intend to leave Israel. Never. I can’t call on others to do what I will not do... There is also the question of whether it will work. I am not sure Israelis would make the connection. Look at the terror that happened in 2002 and 2003: life in Israel was really horrifying, the exploding buses, the suicide-bombers. But no Israeli made the connection between the occupation and the terror. For them, the terror was just the ‘proof’ that the Palestinians are monsters,  that they were born to kill, that they are not human beings and that’s it. And if you just dare to make the connection, people will tell you ‘you justify terror ’ and you are a traitor. I suspect it would be the same with sanctions. The condemnation after Cast Lead and the flotilla only made Israel more nationalistic. If [a boycott was] seen as the judgement of the world they would be effective. But Israelis are more likely to take them as ‘proof’ the world is anti-Semitic and will always hate us.”

He believes only one kind of pressure would bring Israel back to sanity and safety: “The day the president of the United States decides to put an end to the occupation, it will cease. Because Israel was never so dependent on the United States as it is now. Never. Not only economically, not only militarily but above all politically. Israel is totally isolated today, except for America.” He was initially hopeful that Barack Obama would do this – he recalls having tears in his eyes as he delivered his victory speech in Grant Park – but he says he has only promoted “tiny steps, almost nothing, when big steps are needed.” It isn’t only bad for Israel – it is bad for America. “The occupation is the best excuse for many worldwide terror organisations. It’s not always genuine but they use it. Why do you let them use it? Why give them this fury? Why not you solve it once and for all when the, when the solution is so simple?”

For progress, “the right-wing American Jews who become orgiastic whenever Israel kills and destroys” would have to be exposed as “Israel’s enemies”, condemning the country they supposedly love to eternal war. “It is the right-wing American Jews who write the most disgusting letters. They say I am Hitler’s grandson, that they pray my children get cancer… It is because I touch a nerve with them. There is something there.” These right-wingers claim to be opposed to Iran, but Levy points out they vehemently oppose the two available steps that would immediately isolate Iran and strip Mahmoud Ahmadinejadh of his best propaganda-excuses: “peace with Syria and peace with the Palestinians, both of which are on offer, and both of which are rejected by Israel. They are the best way to undermine Iran.”

He refuses to cede Israel to people “who wave their Israeli flags made in China and dream of a Knesset cleansed of Arabs and an Israel with no [human rights organisation] B’Tselem.” He looks angry, indignant. “I will never leave. It’s my place on earth. It’s my language, it’s my culture. Even the criticism that I carry and the shame that I carry come from my deep belonging to the place. I will leave only if I be forced to leave. They would have to tear me out.”
 
IV A whistle in the dark

Does he think this is a real possibility – that his freedom could be taken from him, in Israel itself? “Oh, very easily,” he says. “It’s already taken from me by banning me from going to Gaza, and this is just a start. I have great freedom to write and to appear on television in Israel, and I have a very good life, but I don’t take my freedom for granted, not at all. If this current extreme nationalist atmosphere continues in Israel in one, two, three years time…” 

He sighs. “There may be new restrictions, Ha’aretz may close down – God forbid – I don’t take anything for granted. I will not be surprised if Israeli Palestinian parties are criminalized at the next election, for example. Already they are going after the NGOs [Non-Government Organizations that campaign for Palestinian rights]. There is already a majority in the opinion polls who want to punish people who expose wrong-doing by the military and want to restrict the human rights groups.”

There is also the danger of a freelance attack. Last year, a man with a large dog strutted up to Levy near his home and announced: “I have wanted to beat you to a pulp for a long time.” Levy only narrowly escaped, and the man was never caught. He says now: “I am scared but I don’t live on the fear.  But to tell you that my night sleep is as yours... I’m not sure. Any noise, my first association is ‘maybe now, it’s coming’.  But there was never any concrete case in which I really thought ‘here it comes’. But I know it might come.”

Has he ever considered not speaking the truth, and diluting his statements? He laughs – and for the only time in our interview, his eloquent torrents of words begin to sputter. “I wish I could! No way I could. I mean, this is not an option at all. Really, I can’t. How can I? No way. I feel lonely but my private, er, surrounding is supportive, part of it at least. And there are still Israelis who appreciate what I do.  If you walk with me in the streets of Tel Aviv you will see all kinds of reactions but also very positive reactions. It is hard but I mean it’s…it’s…what other choice do I have?”

He says his private life is supportive “in part”. What’s the part that isn’t? For the past few years, he says, he has dated non-Israeli women – “I couldn’t be with a nationalistic person who said those things about the Palestinians” – but his two sons don’t read anything he writes, “and they have different politics from me. I think it was difficult for them, quite difficult.” Are they right-wingers? “No, no, no, nothing like that. As they get older, they are coming to my views more. But they don’t read my work. No,” he says, looking down, “they don’t read it.”

The long history of the Jewish people has a recurring beat – every few centuries, a brave Jewish figure stands up to warn his people they are have ended up on an immoral or foolish path that can only end in catastrophe, and implores them to change course. The first prophet, Amos, warned that the Kingdom of Israel would be destroyed because the Jewish people had forgotten the need for justice and generosity – and he was shunned for it. 

Baruch Spinoza saw beyond the Jewish fundamentalism of his day to a materialist universe that could be explained scientifically – and he was excommunicated, even as he cleared the path for the great Jewish geniuses to come. Could Levy, in time, be seen as a Jewish prophet in the unlikely wilderness of a Jewish state, calling his people back to a moral path?
He nods faintly, and smiles. “Noam Chomsky once wrote to me that I was like the early Jewish prophets. It was the greatest compliment anyone has ever paid me. But... well... My opponents would say it’s a long tradition of self-hating Jews. But I don’t take that seriously. 

For sure, I feel that I belong to a tradition of self-criticism. I deeply believe in self-criticism.” But it leaves him in bewildering situations: “Many times I am standing among Palestinian demonstrators, my back to the Palestinians, my face to the Israeli soldiers, and they were shooting in our direction. They are my people, and they are my army. The people I’m standing among are supposed to be the enemy. It is...” He shakes his head. There must be times, I say, when you ask: what’s a nice Jewish boy doing in a state like this?

But then, as if it has been nagging at him, he returns abruptly to an earlier question. “I am very pessimistic, sure. Outside pressure can be effective if it’s an American one but I don’t see it happening. Other pressure from other parts of the world might be not effective. The Israeli society will not change on its own, and the Palestinians are too weak to change it. But having said this, I must say, if we had been sitting here in the late 1980s and you had told me that the Berlin wall will fall within months, that the Soviet Union will fall within months, that parts of the regime in South Africa will fall within months, I would have laughed at you. Perhaps the only hope I have is that this occupation regime hopefully is already so rotten that maybe it will fall by itself one day. You have to be realistic enough to believe in miracles.”

In the meantime, Gideon Levy will carry on patiently documenting his country’s crimes, and trying to call his people back to a righteous path. He frowns a little – as if he is picturing Najawa Khalif blown to pieces in front of her school bus, or his own broken father – and says to me: “A whistle in the dark is still a whistle."