October
2, 2016, +972 http://972mag.com
(Israel)
By Alon Mizrahi*
I have never met Miri Regev, but
it feels like I have known her my entire life. I grew up, like her, in a
place where we were constantly reminded that some people are
worth less than others.
I don’t know Culture Minister
Miri Regev. I have never met her. But I have been surrounded by women and girls
like her my entire life. And I think I know exactly what she thinks and how she
feels.
Like myself, millions of others
don’t know Miri Regev in the slightest, and yet just the mere mention of her
name brings up strong feelings, for better or for worse. And this is because
Miri Regev fits perfectly into the Israeli category that is not
political by nature: if this is a script — and it is a script, lest you have
any doubts — Miri Regev is the Moroccan girl from the periphery to whom rich,
condescending, Ashkenazim do not take kindly. The girl who, as she stands
