A ground level view of Israel’s 2019 spring election.
Marcia and I voted in the Israeli elections today. After eight years in the Land, it’s become a familiar process; extreme left- and right-wing Israelis join their more numerous centrist fellow citizens at a nearby elementary school, show identification (a bizarre Israeli requirement) then…vote.
It’s always uplifting and a bit surprising to vote here. Spring has finally hit Jerusalem. The unusually cold and rainy weather that has both blessed and plagued the city this winter seems to have passed, making the short walk to the polls much more pleasant than recent outings.
Birds chirped, a light breeze blew as we made our way to the polls and people behaved civilly. More good news, after entering the school to vote, I was able to read a good third of the hallway posters. (If I can maintain my current pace I should be fluent at Hebrew before I turn ninety.)
As has been our experience, it took only minutes to vote. After a short wait in line outside the voting room—it’s said that lines don’t exist here but I have seen several—we entered and found, in the middle of the small room, a “voting booth,” a folded cardboard privacy screen sitting atop a small, square table, like the displays we see in the States at science fairs. At the head of the room sat a handful of officials.[Read more…]
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