What happened last week in Avivim? I have a theory or two, but the military censor always makes it hard to distinguish actual from alternative facts
Sep 4, 2019
It’s been a long time since I had so many late-night phone calls with strange men. Oh, who am I kidding? That never happens. So earlier this week, when I found myself on the phone with the Military Censor’s Office every two hours or so, including in the wee hours of the night, it felt a little like calling the numbers that ran in the ads that used to pay for mine and my colleagues’ salaries a few decades ago, when we worked for the Shocken Media Group.
The people working in the censor’s office are always men. They have classic, Israeli, two-syllable names like E-rez, O-fer, U-ri, or To-mer. And you never reach the same guy twice — each time you call you get a different two-syllable name, which, frankly, makes it a little difficult to forge a relationship.
It’s common knowledge that, in Israel, one has to submit any item pertaining to military and security for the military censor’s approval prior to publication. This absurd situation escapes attention until you experience it firsthand in the present — in the digital age.