Over the next three days, journalist Simona Fuma will be guest blogging from the AIPAC Policy Conference.
It started yesterday. â€œLook thereâ€™s someone with a kippa,â€ I said to my husband, as we walked to the Chabad Center in central DC. Then we saw another, and another. In New York, or certain suburban neighborhoods, this might not be an unusual sight, but in the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC it is rare to see so many yarmulked heads in quick succession. At the Chabad Center, we were seated at a lunch table with friendly and loquacious AIPAC delegates from all over the country: Alaska, San Francisco, Kansas.
There was more Jewish paraphernalia in evidence: an IDF kippah, Israeli-and-American flag lapel pins, a delicate gold Star of David necklace. In the overwhelmingly liberal atmosphere of Obamaâ€™s DC, particularly within the city limits, one does not often see such bold assertions of Jewish identity. Jews go under coverâ€”after all, itâ€™s easier to get a high-ranking job in the State Department or Department of Defense if you donâ€™t appear too Jewy.
Six thousand AIPAC delegates have descended on DC this weekend and though most are not identifiably Jewish (a minority are not Jewish at all) they bring a certain sensibility to the capital: an unabashed pride in, and identification with Israel. Although critics of AIPAC often identify the lobby with â€œneoconsâ€ most of the people Iâ€™ve spoken to described themselves as liberal, at least on domestic issues. When it comes to Israel, however, they are more hawkish.
Right now I am sitting next to Michael and Catherine Rossman of Toronto. They canâ€™t actually lobby Congress on Tuesday, but theyâ€™re here to learn and experience. Michael explains that he is a Liberal by nature, but voted Conservative in the last few elections because of their stance on Israel. â€œMy religious Zionist beliefs trumped my political beliefs.â€
This morning the conference opened with a plenary session in a vast hall of the convention center, the size of two football fields. Klieg lights flashed blue, then white, then red over the assembled masses, many dressed in business suits or in conservative shirts and slacks. Large screens magnify the speaker and rousing drumrolls and music between speeches: in a word, pure spectacle. You walk in off the street, and have the feeling of being caught up in something much larger than yourself.