Wrestling Jerusalem

Aaron Davidman, Wrestling Jerusalem Photo by Ken Friedman

Aaron Davidman, Wrestling Jerusalem Photo by Ken Friedman

By Tulis McCall

“It’s complicated,” Aaron Davidman tells us at the opening of Wrestling Jerusalemnow at 59E59th Street.  In this brave solo show Davidman goes directly to the heart of the matter.  Did the Israeli-Palestinian conflict start in 1981, 1963 or 1947?  And whose fault is it anyway?  Iran’s?  Maybe…

Davidman does not try to answer.  He tries to dig deeper into the matter.  His panolpy of  characters share their wildly oposing perspectives.  Each of the 16 characters is a combination of interviews that Davidman conducted as well as his research.  We see him as a 20 something on his first trip to Israel and then walk with him as he stands witness to a conflict that is thousands of years old.

An American rabbi is horrified at the violence being done in the name of Judaism.  This is not MY Judaism he tells us.  There is a conversation between Aaron and Tariq – quick, conversational, philosophical challenges that end in joyful shouts.  Nadav’s son was killed in a bombing two weeks after he attended a Peace camp.  Build the wall and keep the Arabs over there he says.  I am finished he says.

There is the story of the old man who goes through the checkpoint every day,just to remind the Israeli solders what insanity they are inflicting on the Palestinians.  A professor laments the rise of Hezballah and tells a joke: The definition of a Zionist is a Jew who gives money to a second Jew so that a third Jew can go live in Palestine.

An Israeli, Doctor Tzipora, reminds Aaron that in 1948 the Jews brought the trauma of the Holocaust.  The Palestinians were expelled from their homes.  More trauma.  Babies see it and feel it in the eyes of their mothers.  Trauma upon trauma.  War and more war.  Two sides living in fear, she says.

Aaron is guided by well meaning hands on his journey.  He passes a temple where Abraham and Sarah are buried – Jews and Muslims pray there every day in separate guarded areas.  There is the group of Jewish and Palestinian women working to support one another.  He enters into a length heated debate with an American Medical student who defends Hamas as trustworthy.

Palestinians remember that when they gave up their orchards the Israelis destroyed them.  Jews remember that the Romans tried to wipe them off the earth and changed the name of the country to Palestine.  Some Jews question their own occupation.  One Palestinian assures Aaron that they will out wait that occupation.  As long as it takes.

Which brings us back to the beginning.  It’s complicated.  And brings to mind the unstoppable force meets immovable object theory, or as it is put in philosophical terms: Can God create a stone so heavy that even God is not strong enough to lift it?  Israel is populated with people who believe they are there by divine right.  Will they ever trust a God who can lift the weight of their burden?

As Davidman tells us:

The Kabbalists, the Jewish mystics, tell a story of creation. Once there were vessels of light that contained all the goodness of the universe. But the vessels burst because they were not strong enough to hold. The light shattered and is hidden in and among us. As human beings, our work is to find them, gather them and put them back together. It’s how we heal the world, they say.

Ergo, no matter how small the effort, it is worth it.  By inviting us to view from others’ vantage point, Davidman is gathering those points of light and putting them back together.  ANd to drive the point home, there is a post show conversation after each performance.

Wrestling Jerusalem – Written and Performed by Aaron Davidman, Directed by Michael John Garces

Scenic and Costume Design – Nephelie Andonyadis; Lighting Design Allen WIllner, Original Music and Sound Bruno Louchouarn, Choreographer Stacey Printz

Jan Kallish, Jeannie Balustein and Peter Bokor Producers.  59E59 Theaters.

Tulis McCall

Author: Tulis McCall

For my money, the theatre is up there in the ten top reasons to be human. I leave my home and go sit in a dark room with complete strangers and watch actors do their stuff because I want to be inspired. I’m asking to be involved. I’m volunteering to be led down any old path they choose as long as they don’t let go of my hand. And if I see a show, and it is NOT so very good – I will try to divert you, because I don’t want you to come to the temple when the preaching isn’t up to snuff. I will bar the door, I will swing from rafters, I will yell FIRE just to set your feet on a path that does not lead to disappointment. Do something different with your evening I will say. Save your money for dinner with a friend you haven’t seen in months because you are too frigging busy. Go take a walk with your dog or your child or your significant other. Go to bed early, I will say. Don’t come to the theatre when it is less than it can be. I’m an usher snob, and that’s all there is to it.

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