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Ehud, sharing this - thanks; it's a thoughtful parable of the theme that's taken on a lot of currency lately.

Meanwhile, according to US Ambassador to both kingdoms, Tom Nides, "the wokerati sneering will continue until morale improves": “We’re not playing politics with this,” US no-entry-visa-needed-for-either-kingdom accord, Nides [snarled]. “This has nothing to do with Bibi…This has to do with the Israeli people.” https://worldisraelnews.com/nides-tells-israelis-dont-thank-bibi-for-visa-waiver-gives-real-reason-for-agreement/

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I’m reminded of two movies. Both about teachers who sought to be guiding lights to their students. They each singled out a particular boy in their class and intervened against the wishes of the boys’ fathers. They were teachers who reached past their mandates and took upon themselves a responsibility they were not entrusted with. I’m the educator, I see beyond the horizon; I know best; I see the potential in this boy and will not let his close-minded father clip his wings.

In “The Dead Poets Society,” the boy commits suicide and the remaining question is, who is to blame? The deposed Mr. Keating enters his lost classroom, so that the remaining students can compare between him and the declared victor, the old traditional teacher who replaced him. He receives what he sought, honor and recognition, a standing ovation from his remaining students. He lost the battle, but won the war. The movie teaches us where to put the blame—nothing more.

In The Emperors Club, the teacher also seeks honor and recognition, but has conflicts of conscience over how far to go to help his case student. In the end, he fails; the student was and remains his father’s son, not the teacher’s success story. Mr. Hundert feels betrayed, but not by society, but by himself. Though he wanted to be appointed principal of the school or at least an author like his father, he realizes he is a fine teacher and that this is worthy enough of a goal itself. The take-away is not about placing blame and feeling smug about it, but about being what you are and appreciating who you are.

There is also another underlying element to these two movies and to life itself. The Dead Poets Society puts you at the center of the universe; only your uniqueness and importance are loyalty to your dreams.

The Emperor’s Club puts our traditions and accumulated knowledge at center and you are its bearer. You are not the universe, put an integral part of it.

Perhaps Dead Poets live in Tel Aviv, Emperors in Jerusalem.

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Uzi Weingarten, a teacher of moral and spiritual values of Judaism, commented in Facebook:

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Do I sense another US State Dep. Color Revolution taking place in Israel?

The US has become a bad actor on the world stage.

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