The Vigil on Trafalgar Square.
We stood there, united in one common cause. We were there because we had to be on this one very important occasion, an event of almost vital significance. We were surrounded by history and tradition, the heartbeat of London's West End, a specific location that had something momentous about it and filled with poignancy. Wherever you looked, there were hundreds and thousands of people hoping against hope, praying privately because most of us had trodden this road repeatedly without anything that could have restored our faith in the human race. But we knew we had our families and that was reassuring and wonderful.
For as long as any of us can remember, Trafalgar Square has been the official residence of nosy, inquisitive pigeons, trotting around earnestly, desperately searching for bird seeds from obliging members of the public. The whole area became a breakfast, lunch or teatime for our much loved feathered friends. They were persistent, always hungry, perched almost precariously on our shoulders, fluttering around children because the kids loved the pigeons and their loving parents felt under obligation to feed them.
But on Sunday afternoon, Trafalgar Square played host to one of the most emotional days in our lives. We were here to recognise the barbaric brutality of war, the senseless murder of innocent civilians who just wanted to live their life in the most dignified fashion. We were here because we needed time to take stock, recovering from a trauma we had never personally experienced but with whom a common connection had just been achieved.
It was a vigil for Israel, the land of milk and honey, a country cruelly tormented and tortured by war, death, suffering, broken and bereft, and today we will settle down in synagogue(shul) for another meeting of like minded souls. Today is the beginning of Sukkot for the Jewish families of our world, a vast community of men, women, children and extended networks of brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunties, husbands and wives, girl and boyfriends just praying for a peaceful, happy and healthy New Year.
Two years ago to this day, youngsters travelling from the Nova music festival were ruthlessly killed, shot down in cold blood and, then, horrifically racked with grief and desolation, condemned to die because they were the persecuted and downtrodden ones. They were hated and despised, marginalised by monstrous terrorists whose only objective was to wipe out the Jewish race. Hamas were completely focused on total annihilation before leaving a gruesome legacy of chaos and devastation in their trail quite unashamedly. Sukkot is the festival of fruit and the shaking of the lulav and etrog lemon, the distinctive symbolic act of the day.
And yet over the weekend we were reminded of who we are, the way we've always been and would choose to live our lives. Trafalgar Square was the place where once we wrote heartfelt messages on the ground, an exhibition of pavement art we would remember in perpetuity. And fittingly, as we gazed out over the iconic fountains and the commanding Nelson's Column, there was something very touching and moving about it all, that indefinable air of solidarity, defiance and dedication. We were single minded in our pursuit of the perfect world, a world without arms and ammunition and full of love and truth, honesty and permanent friendships.
We couldn't help but notice the new extension to the National Gallery in pristine new stone. There were the striking buildings that have been there for as long as any of us can remember. These were the vast edifices that housed the official business of the day, homages to commerce and finance in equal measure. Then there were the art installations back in Trafalgar Square, crowds of individuals with stunning blue and white Israeli flags, celebrating freedom, the ultimate release from captivity. We belonged, we had conquered, we had won this battle or we'd like to think we had. We are almost there and shortly, we will embrace each other with even greater fervour.
We considered everything in a much sober perspective than might otherwise have been the case. We acknowledged that all around us was the common consensus, the vast majority of the Jewish population who just felt as if they wanted to be heard around the globe rather than the heart of the West End of London. Opposite us was the main stage where speeches from dignitaries boomed out resoundingly. There was the aching plea for disarmament, the plaintive pleas for the downing of guns, bombs, the lethal shriek of bullets to end once and for all and the end of those destructive, thunderous explosions. No more did we want to hear about the demolition of shops, cafes, restaurants, the livelihood of precious families, where their raison d'etre, their existence, their gift of life is still uppermost in all our minds.
And then you noticed those modern red Route Master buses trundling around Trafalgar Square, stopping and starting almost hesitantly before moving off at the nearest set of traffic lights. Presumably there were the tourists from all points of the world compass, Jewish friends and families hugging each other with the most touching tenderness, a set of emotions whose body language could be seen from miles away. They were just delighted to be in each other's company because they knew that this was the perfect opportunity to re-kindle relationships that would never be allowed to wither away.
Finally, there were the life affirming, soulful, heartwarming singing, chanting, spine tingling choirs of melodious, age old Israel songs, Hatikvah, the Israel national anthem sung with whole hearted, full throated and lusty sincerity. There was a feeling that could never be felt by anybody else since this was our moment to be among each other, sharing humorous tales of childhood perhaps, the weekend's football results or the latest Smart Phone on the market, possibly the latest and most sleek of all cars.
Maybe the Jewish population just wanted an end to all war, no more tears shed because loved ones and hostages were still being held against their will. We wanted all Israeli hostages to be released now and not tomorrow or the day after that day since Hamas were just being annoyingly stubborn. But our hostages are about to released, the ones we'll have parties with, bar mitzvahs and bat mitzvahs, weddings of course and the most ecstatic celebrations. We will be back among our closest relations, kith and kin, next to us, on our side, sticking up for us loyally and never to be worried about or agitated because you hadn't seen them for ages. We can feel it in our bones, peace and reconciliation, goodwill and good times. Trafalgar Square, thankyou so much. What joy to be Jewish and life L'chayam to you all.