I run into shooting range, fall on my knees on the sand, and put my hands up.
"Don't shoot!" I yelled.
"Don't shoot me," I pleaded.
Then I fell down on my back, moaning as I faked death.
They all applauded my Oscar-winning show and invited me up to them. I happily
obliged.
Around 10 young, hunky Jewish soldiers surrounded me, tongues hanging out.
"Are you the pullout forces?" I asked playfully in Hebrew, with my American
accent.
"What's it to you?" asked the commander.
"Because I have a fantasy."
The soldiers' smiles widened.
"How old are you?" one asked, looking me up and down.
"I'm 17," I said, then added as an afterthought, "And a virgin".
All eyes and smiles were on me, except the commanders', who didn't know what to
make of this new distraction. He called the boys inside, but they didn't want
to go.
"Why? But you're hot!" I called to the commander, who looked away, perturbed.
He didn't seem to know how to deal with me.
"You're all hot!" I said to the soldiers, as they looked on happily. "I came to
Israel because of you -- my hot Israeli men!"
The commander raised his voice, motioning them to clear out. Only one or two
did.
"You are the heroes of Israel!" I saluted them.
The commander grunted, and I commenced my dramatic exit, my body toward the
soldiers, blowing kisses as I walked backwards down the stairs, shouting "I
love you! Heroes of Israel! I love you!"
A soldier sitting in the corner stone-faced, scolded me: "What are you doing?"
But I just looked back at him coldly and felt the love-or-lust of the others.
This was just the beginning of soldiers refusing orders.
On Saturday night, kids gathered at the town square for a movie appropriate to
the occasion, on Tisha B'Av - but most of the sadness was left in the shuls
where Lamentations were read.
N.J. Burkett of ABC New York was milling around, and he asked me on camera what
I would do when/if soldiers came to pull me out.
"I'm not going anywhere," I answered.
"How?" he probed further.
"Non-violent demonstration. I'll do everything: sing, dance, talk to them,
yell, kick 'em in certain areas if I have to. But I won't raise my hand up to
them. They'll have to raise their hand first."
I forgot to add another technique: parade around in my bikini.
Later, thousands of people gathered outside the main shul for words of strength
and a plan of action. Community leaders called upon us to implement non-violent
demonstration -- to penetrate roadblocks, to block roads, to rally -- anything
to make it difficult for the army to function.
None of us are going to go like sheep to the shrapnel.
The week is going to be a wild circus -- it'll be mad, it'll be crazy, it'll be
chaotic -- and it'll be loads of fun.
Heroes of Israel, come and get me. I'm ready to take you on!
