{"id":43723,"date":"2018-06-19T03:48:06","date_gmt":"2018-06-19T09:48:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.crescentcityjewishnews.com\/?p=43723"},"modified":"2018-06-19T03:48:06","modified_gmt":"2018-06-19T09:48:06","slug":"op-ed-the-road-to-lgbtq-acceptance-in-israel-was-bumpy-i-should-know","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crescentcityjewishnews.com\/blog\/op-ed-the-road-to-lgbtq-acceptance-in-israel-was-bumpy-i-should-know\/","title":{"rendered":"OP-ED: The road to LGBTQ acceptance in Israel was bumpy (I should know)"},"content":{"rendered":"

By JONATHAN DANILOWITZ<\/p>\n

TEL AVIV (JTA) \u2014 Tel Aviv has been decked out in rainbow flags for weeks. Suddenly, it seems, every restaurant, coffee shop and store is super \u201cgay friendly.\u201d<\/p>\n

The city\u2019s Pride Parade is traditionally held on the second Friday of June. Fifteen years ago, estimates were that 9,000 people attended the event. This year there were a quarter of a million. About 40,000 tourists came to Israel especially to participate in and enjoy the range of activities before and after Friday\u2019s spectacular. The Tel Aviv municipality budgeted 3 million shekels (nearly $1 million) to make sure that the events, and especially this 20th successive parade, went off smoothly, safely and securely.<\/p>\n

The statistics tell a story of acceptance, freedom, welcome and nondiscrimination. It hasn\u2019t always been this way. I\u2019ve come a long way along the bumpy road to this somewhat-equality for the LGBTQ community in Israel. The road ahead still beckons.<\/p>\n

In 1979, I arranged to have the annual conference of the World Congress of Gay and Lesbian Jewish Organizations in Israel. I had been fortunate enough to attend two conferences previously, one each in New York and Los Angeles. The name World Congress was a little pretentious: Most of the 20 or so then-member groups were American, with Israel, England and France representing the \u201cworld.\u201d<\/p>\n

I started planning 18 months before. Finding a conference site, planning the program, sending registration forms \u2013 lots of work without an office and all done by a few volunteers. It was hard, especially in those days before emails, internet and faxes, and when international calls cost a small fortune. But things seemed to be falling into place until that fateful phone call from the kibbutz guest house I\u2019d selected for the conference, just five weeks before the start: \u201cUuhhh \u2013 we\u2019re sorry to have to do this but we have no option. We are canceling our commitment to host the conference because the Rabbinate in Jerusalem has threatened to withdraw our kosher certification if we go ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n

I was stunned. After all, we had signed a contract to have the three-day conference there \u2014 accommodation, meals, conference rooms, facilities \u2013 everything.<\/p>\n

The Chief Rabbinate has the exclusive right to issue kosher certification for hotels and restaurants, and it can use that as a tool to do whatever it likes. Although many restaurants don\u2019t bother, no Israeli hotel that wants to attract foreign tour groups can hope to do so if they don\u2019t offer \u2014 and pay for \u2014 rabbinical kosher supervision.<\/p>\n

I tried to argue, pointing out the legal aspects of a contract, of morality, decency and ethics, but the hotel was between a rock and a hard place and just refused.<\/p>\n

Midsummer in Israel is high season for tourism. With the conference just weeks away, I scrambled to find another suitable location with the accommodations and facilities we needed. I heaved a sigh of relief when a small Tel Aviv hotel accepted our reservations and again I signed the contract. Things were back in gear until the next bombshell hit: same telephone call, same stuttering apology and same explanation. This time \u2013 just days before the first conference participants were due to land \u2013 the Tel Aviv Rabbinate had discovered our plans and forced the hotel to cancel.<\/p>\n

Oh, we held the conference: We rented a wedding hall \u2014 posing as travel agents \u2014 and had the event there. It was a grand success.<\/p>\n

I took two stinging slaps in the face, but each time I simply backed down. How could this have happened? Because I was gay; because homosexuality in 1979 was still officially criminalized in Israel; and because I thought I had no rights. I \u201cknew\u201d there was nothing I could do and anyway, I was too afraid to try. Who would support me? Would a lawyer represent me? How could I fight back against the powerful Rabbinate?<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be a fool,\u201d I told myself, \u201cjust shut up and don\u2019t rock the boat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Yet only 10 years later I stood up in court, suing my employer, El Al Israel Airlines, for illegal discrimination against me as a homosexual. I needed my job, but I needed my self-esteem, too. I needed to stop living a lie; to step out of the dark dreary closet and start living. No longer would I let people spit on me and pretend it was just rain. I turned 180 degrees: I had rights, I was equal to others, even better than some. And I was ready to tell the world: Don\u2019t mess with an angry gay man.<\/p>\n

My lawsuit lasted six years and dragged through three court levels. Each time the judges ruled in my favor, and each time El Al appealed to a higher court, until Israel\u2019s Supreme Court decision in 1994<\/a>: \u201cEnough already! Give this man his rights. Discrimination is illegal.\u201d<\/p>\n

The decision, saying those in a gay relationship are owed the same employee benefits as heterosexuals, became a precedent that paved the way to opening up Israel\u2019s LGBTQ community to equality. I continued happily working for the airline for eight more years, until I could take early retirement.<\/p>\n

In 1979, I was meek and mild and ready to accept that being gay was the cross I had to bear. By 1989 I was a proud, out citizen who just happened to be gay, and so what?<\/p>\n

In 2018, there were a quarter of a million participants in this year\u2019s Pride Parade \u2014 almost 40 years since that fateful conference and 30 years since I stood up in court and demanded my rights. I feel a tinge of pride \u2013 perhaps a quarter of a million tinges of pride \u2013 that we\u2019ve come such a long way. It wasn\u2019t easy, and the road ahead won\u2019t be either. But until there is no need for parades, events, conferences and the like, we must continue battling the insensitivity and ignorance that is homophobia.<\/p>\n

The time has come to stand on the right side of history. Next year my partner and I \u2014 we met at that conference \u2014 will celebrate our 40th anniversary.<\/p>\n

(Jonathan Danilowitz, born and raised in South Africa, is a retired flight attendant and freelance translator who has lived in Israel since 1971.)<\/em><\/p>\n

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