So, in more detail, the whole sorry saga:
- On the evening of the pogrom, the Sydney Opera House was lit up in the colours of Israel — a nice gesture, though only symbolic.
- The same evening, Palestinian groups set up protests in major Australian cities (at least Sydney and Melbourne, not sure about elsewhere).
- Upon learning of the Opera House lighting, the Sydney protest asked for permission to move their location from Town Hall to the Opera House. Astonishingly, this request was approved.
- The Palestinian protesters begin to march to the Opera House. Around the same time, a police advisory goes out: Jews are urged to avoid the city center.
- Once the protesters reach the Opera House, they set off flares, and chant for our slaughter in terms I don’t care to repeat on this forum.
- Midway through the protest, one person dares to briefly unfurl an Israeli flag. He is immediately arrested (‘for his own safety’). Meanwhile, a week on, the police say they still can’t track down the people who called for murder — despite a heavy police presence at the protest itself.
So, there we have it: the Opera House may be lit up in Israeli colours, but people on its steps still scream that we should be gassed, showing the Israeli flag results in instant arrest, and Jews are the ones who are requested to leave the city. Honestly, it’s this last point which bothers me the most — I’ve long gotten used to the idea that people want me dead, but to have Australian bodies backing them up is new and disquieting. (I suspect if they had instead asked
Muslims to avoid the city center, there would have been near-riots, and furious write-ups in all the major papers.)
To his credit, our Premier seems embarrassed by the whole affair, and has done his best to avoid this happening again. Other Palestinian protests have been denied since then, and a (thankfully peaceful) gathering in the city last weekend was attended by huge numbers of police. Nonetheless, it continues — people have been threatened and spat on merely for showing the Israeli flag. When I leave home, I am constantly on edge in a way which I never thought I would have to experience in this country.