As the issue of forbidding Jewish prayer on the Temple Mount makes more and
more
waves...
As just today, none other than the Prime Minister himself intervened to ask
police to forbid an MK (Moshe Feiglin) from even entering on to the Temple Mount...
As we will be celebrating in just a few days, the famous "announcement" of
"Har HaByit BeYadeinu" ...
Aryeh Sonnenberg has decided to go public with his own story, from a week ago today:
BS”D
Arrested for Saying “Aleinu”
12 Iyar, 5773
Imagine if the Israeli police
prohibited praying at the Kotel, Judaism’s most sacred place on earth.
Imagine if the justification for
such a decree was because it offended Muslim religious beliefs!
Imagine if Israel’s Supreme Court
ruled time and time again that praying at the Kotel is NOT illegal, and yet the
police still insisted on forbidding our prayers!
Which Jew wouldn’t rise on his
feet to fight this evil decree in whatever way he could! Even Jews that do not
pray at the Kotel would understand that our basic rights, both as Jews and as
the Israeli owners of the Land, are being violated by the police who don’t let
us pray in this holy place.
It was with this level of
indignation that I ascended the Temple Mount last week, ready to get arrested
for praying.
If the Kotel is our holiest place
on earth, then the Temple Mount is our Holy of Holies. It is the Temple Mount
where our two Batei Mikdash stood, and where the final Bet HaMikdash will be
rebuilt, IY”H; the place where the “akeida” of Isaac took place; the place
where Hashem appeared to Moshe in the burning bush. The Kotel is “but” the
surrounding wall of this glorious place.
It is so ironic, then, that in
all of Israel, the Israeli police forbid Jewish prayer, exactly, specifically,
and with such a vengeance, on the Temple Mount.
I have been ascending the Temple
Mount, with pretty much monthly regularity for the past 10+ years. I ascend
with the support and halachic guidance of Torah authorities such as Rav Dov
Lior, Rav Tendler, my own Rav, and many, many others.
Each time, after we pass through
the security gates, the police issue the same warning: No praying, no bowing,
no singing, and no tearing one’s clothes.
This time, I decided that I was
going to break free from these guidelines.
In consultation with a lawyer
beforehand, we decided that the courts are the place for this battle to take
place. But in order to get to court, you need to have grounds for a suit. The
suit was to be the police’s illegal discrimination between Jews and others, and
their illegal ban of my ascending the Temple Mount after I was arrested.
The day went like clockwork:
Early morning mikva, seder, davening, and an 8:30 start to Jerusalem. By 9:15,
I had arrived at my parking spot.
When I got through Shaar
Ha’ashpot, I saw a relatively long line of tourists waiting to go to the Temple
Mount. I made my way past all of them, saying “excuse me, excuse me,” so I
could fulfill my first obligatory act of discrimination: giving my identity
card to the police at the checkout point.
No one needs to show their
identity cards except for people that look like religious Jews. I started
taking some video of how the tourists walked right through while I was forced
to wait. A young English chap asked me what was going on, and why I was
videoing. I explained to him that religious Jews have special rules at this
religious site.
After several minutes of waiting,
I was called out to come through the security gates. I was asked to remove
everything from my pockets, all papers, and my wallet. Everything of mine was
checked over, inside and out, to ensure that I wouldn’t bring any religious
items in with me. I had never gone through such a thorough check like this.
Then, the police gave me the
whole nine yards about what I was not allowed to do, and then I made my way up,
by myself, to the entrance to the Temple Mount.
At the entrance, 2 policemen and
an arab wakf official waited for me. It is unusual that there are two police
for only one visitor. One was Jewish, an officer by the name of “Teddy,” while
the other was an arab of some sort.
I made my way, turning to the
right as is customary on the Temple Mount. Just as I started, I met an elderly
Jew who was walking, with his police escorts, in the other direction. I asked
him, “Why are you circling from the left?” He answered that he was a mourner. I
countered with the proscribed blessing, “He who rests in this place shall send
you consolation.”
I then passed the Shaarei Chulda
to the right, the site of the Mizbeach off to the left, and then walked
backwards to the Eastern wall, the only wall that is thought to be directly
over where the original Temple Mount walls stood.
All the while, I had been
praying, more or less silently. Once, when the Jewish policeman saw and heard
me, he asked me to pray silently. Instead of my changing my tone, he walked
further away. It seemed to me like he didn’t want trouble.
As I proceeded on the Eastern
side I reached opposite the Sha’ar HaMizrach, where there is a direct view into
where the gates to the Ezras Nashim and the Azara once stood. It is at this
point that most Jewish visitors stop and say silent prayers for what they most
need.
I started praying a little
loudly, but still barely imperceptibly. Teddy, the Jewish officer again asked
me to continue without making noise. At this point, I knew that I wanted to
force an arrest, so despite the police being right in my face, I continued at
the same volume. Now he told me that if I continue, he would arrest me. I
continued. I had to.
He called his supervisor on the
phone and told him that I was causing a disturbance, and that he was going to
arrest me. Then he decided he would give me one more chance. He got off the
phone, and warned me again. I was then in the middle of the prayer of Aleinu, and
I simply continued what I was saying.
It is interesting to note that
the Wakf official was not aware of what was going on. It was the police, the
Jewish police who was interested in stopping me. Then and there, in the middle
of Aleinu, he announced that he was detaining me for causing a public
disturbance (I guess only to him), and that I would have to accompany him to
the police station. He confiscated my phone and turned it off.
I sighed a breath of relief. I
came to accomplish something, and the wait was over. I was not nervous at all,
surprisingly, as I knew I was well-trained for what was to come ahead. As I was
walking backwards, away from the Makom Hashechina, the Wakf guy saw me davening
and he started squawking to me. I paid no attention to him. He told the police
and the arab police told me that I was being taken away already.
I was walked out through the
Lion’s Gate (no, no handcuffs) and then picked up from their in a police van.
After waiting about 20 minutes in the parking lot of the Kotel, I was driven to
the police station that’s right near Migdal David (called the Kishle). I waited
in the interrogation area for about 20 minutes.
The investigator, an arab, called
me in. he read my charges “disturbing the peace” or something like that by performing
the ILLEGAL act of praying on the Temple Mount. He asked me if I wanted to call
my lawyer. I got my one phone call to the lawyer, he reviewed with me what to
do, and that was it.
When the investigation started,
the police asked me if I had any comments. I answered him in the following way:
I exercised my right to pray on the Temple Mount, the holiest Jewish site in
the world. This right is protected by over 15 rulings of the Supreme Court.
Seeing as I performed no crime, this is a political investigation, and I have
nothing further to add.
He asked me where I lived, and I
told him, in Bet Shemesh.
He asked me why I came to
Jerusalem today, and I told him: I exercised my right to pray on the Temple
Mount, the holiest Jewish site in the world. This right is protected by over 15
rulings of the Supreme Court. Seeing as I performed no crime, this is a
political investigation, and I have nothing further to add.
He asked me did I know that it
was forbidden to pray on the Temple Mount, and I told him: I exercised my right
to pray on the Temple Mount…
I explained to him that this was
going to be my answer to every question.
After several more questions, he
printed out the interrogation, asked me to sign it, and then took me for
fingerprinting and a mug shot (no, I did not need to hold up numbers under my
face). I had been charged with a CRIMINAL OFFENSE, which requires fingerprints
and mug shots. Oh my!
When we finished, he brought me
back into the interrogation room. He explained to me that he was letting me off
easy on my own recognizance. I needed to sign that I would come back for court
if called, for, or face a 5,000 NIS fine. Also, that I was banned from the
Temple Mount for 15 days. BINGO, that’s what I was waiting for.
I smiled inside,
knowing that my job was done. I signed the forms, and added, according to my
lawyer’s suggestion: “Under protest and with the intent to sue in court.” I got
a copy of the forms, made my way home, and sent them over to the lawyer.
The next day, the lawyer filed
suit in the Jerusalem court, and we are awaiting the next act in the story.
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In consultation with a lawyer
beforehand, we decided that the courts are the place for this battle to take
place. But in order to get to court, you need to have grounds for a suit. The
suit was to be the police’s illegal discrimination between Jews and others, and
their illegal ban of my ascending the Temple Mount after I was arrested.
