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The attempts by a bunch of trendy-left yobs (AKA Palestinian supporters) to disrupt the performance of the Israel Philharmonic Orchestra last week was such a pathetic and dismal failure that at first I wasn’t even going to bother blogging about it.  (That my video footage of their pathetic antics was almost as bad as their dire performance of hooliganism, might also have had something to do with it.)  However, after this decent interval, I have decided to say something about it.

First of all, these uncultured Philistines seem to have forgotten that we Jews thrive on enmity.  If it is a pseudo-Golwynism to say “there’s nothing like a civil war to unite the country” then it is a genuine observation about the Jewish character that there’s nothing like an enemy to rouse us from our lethargy.  Indeed there are some who seize upon this fact to suggest that hostile action against us is really the sub-rosa work of our own leaders in order to manipulate us.  Whilst such conspiracy theorists are dwelling in the murky world of their own paranoia, it is certainly the case that enemy action is the best medicine for our internal bickering.  This is as true of the Jewish character as the Anglophonic character.

But what in fact did we learn from the feckless performance of the “let’s boycott Israel” mafia?  Firstly, that a choir of sopranos – some of them women – cannot sing louder than an orchestra.  Secondly, that the louder the heckling of the haters, the more thunderous the final applause of the decent.  But most importantly we learn that the word Philharmonic is not just part of the name of many orchestras, but also has a meaning: love of harmony.  It is a tragedy that those who purport to represent the Palestinians are phobeharmonics (that is, those who fear harmony) or even pathharmonics – those who hate harmony.  Such is the nature of the only portion of  the Palestinian people whom the trendy-lefties represent.

The following day, when the airwaves were alive with discussion not on the Palestinian cause, but on the legitimacy or otherwise of the methods of those trendies, I suggested that it would help the Palestinian cause more if they formed a Palestine Philharmonic Orchestra and performed internationally.  They are a proud people and I have no doubt that within their ranks there is a vast reserve of hitherto untapped musical and artistic talent.  But I fear that they have been diverted up the blind alley of confrontation that has ill-served their cause.  It is not for want of love for music that their progress has been held back: it is the absence of philharmonia – love of harmony – that is the missing ingredient from their leadership.