I described its immutability years ago, when recalling my first work assignment to Egypt. In those days peace with Israel hadn’t yet been thoroughly delegitimized among the broad lower strata of Egyptian society (as distinct from the razor-thin so-called intelligentsia).
Yet it was a frustrating (pre-Internet) time. The Jerusalem Post’s then-editors wouldn’t hear of footing the bill for long-distance telephone communications. Reporters from other Israeli papers weren’t likewise impeded. I had to travel by cab alone each night – over an hour each way – from our well-secured hotel to Cairo’s Reuters headquarters to file my copy by telex.
However, it soon transpired that the Cairo phones rarely worked. That being the woeful case, my alternative prearrangements made me a sudden star among my colleagues, who in no time appointed me their pool-writer. The upside was that I had company on those long, forbidding after-dark taxi adventures.
But a rude culture shock awaited us at the end of the ride. Reuters’ Egyptian teletype-operators were a nonchalant bunch. There was no hostility, just no rush. We explained that we were up against deadlines, to which the inevitable reply was a shrug and the word “ma’alesh.” We soon learned that it denoted something approximating “Who cares? What’s the big deal? So what? Don’t take it too seriously.”
After I detailed what must be done and by when, the man in charge, chewing on some late-night nourishment, nodded and uttered “inshallah” – God willing. His task, I thought, was straightforward enough to be attempted without divine intervention.
I stressed the urgency of our business, but nothing seemed to inspire action. In near-desperation, I asked the telex chief when the text would at last be processed. “Bukrah,” he answered. That meant “tomorrow.”
Why rehash bygone exasperations? Because they’re the Egyptian equation’s constant. The languor of Egyptian employees at a busy Western news agency isn’t much different from the languor of Egyptian uniformed personnel charged with safeguarding the Israeli border or the Israeli embassy – and that’s assuming unadulterated goodwill.
And this is where the inconstant and changeable in Egypt’s equation come into play. Palpable scarcity of goodwill shoved Israel into the eye of Egypt’s storm. Making Israel a central controversy seemed patently counterproductive in the uprising’s early phases. Hate as the protest’s pivot was bad PR. To be sure, the ill-will was there from the get-go, i.e. the sexual molestation of an American newswoman accused – falsely as it happens – of the unforgivable crime of being Jewish.
Now, in the course of apparently democratic campaigning, presidential candidates vie for the distinction of most anti-Israeli.
Israel-bashing is the ace in the hole of ousted president Hosni Mubarak’s one-time foreign minister and Arab League secretary-general Amr Moussa. Singer Shaaban Abdel-Rahim celebrated him in a pop-hit: “I hate Israel and love Amr Moussa.”
Another presidential candidate considered a moderate overseas, Mohamed ElBaradei – who gained fame as the do-nothing chief of the International Atomic Energy Agency under whose unwatchful eye Iran furthered its nuclear ambitions – has altogether expressed readiness “to declare war against the Zionist regime.”
The assault on the Israeli embassy in Cairo, therefore, hardly grated against the grain of Egypt’s mainstream public discourse. True, only a minuscule minority of Egypt’s population partook in the actual frenzy, but small matches can ignite giant tinderboxes – if allowed.
The plain fact is that Cairo’s caretaker junta fears imposing discipline and its hotshots might not hotly disagree with the rabble’s inflammatory screams of “Khaybar” (one of the Jewish enclaves which Islam’s progenitor Muhammad attacked in violation of his explicit treaty pledges. Jewish men were beheaded, women abducted and children enslaved).
These taunting “Khaybar” yells left no doubt about what motivated the mob, though ever-tendentious foreign correspondents outdid themselves in seeking excuses to justify the fury – like the August shooting of five Egyptian troopers. They omitted mention of the violent context of a terrorist infiltration from Egypt in which innocent Israelis were murdered. It was as if villainous Israelis had capriciously gunned down Egyptian nationals.
In the end it took American intercession to prevent the slaughter of Israeli embassy guards. The very fact that President Barack Obama had to lean on the current Cairo powers-that-be is no feather in his cap. Had Egypt’s de-facto rulers a smidgen of residual respect for US deterrence, they would rein in the anarchy slightly more effectively.
But Cairo’s military honchos had only recently witnessed Obama abandon and betray Mubarak, his supposed No. 1 ally. Whatever they thought of Mubarak before his fall, they learned that Obama cannot be relied upon.
Among his other glaring failures in this critical region, Obama emboldened Palestinians to ditch any semblance of talks with Israel. He failed to scare Iran into desisting from nuke-manufacture and he managed to do nothing when Turkey threatened naval action against Israel.
All of the above contribute to making our neighborhood more unpredictable and downright dangerous than ever before – not that it ever was a paradigm of prudence. In the best of circumstances Egypt was never as good as its word, its sincerity or lack thereof notwithstanding.
Der Stürmer-style Jew-slandering was rampant under Mubarak. Northern Sinai Beduin were loath to toe Mubarak’s line. Lawlessness and smuggling were their livelihood and their insubordination continued unchecked. Mubarak’s attempts to control them were met by violent resistance. Whichever international agreements bound Cairo made no impression on the tribal gangs that called the shots in Sinai. They remain unimpressed.
Similarly unimpressed was Egyptian bureaucracy. Its super-snarled red tape effectively obstructed all governmental executive decisions. Even topmost policy edicts were unrecognizably ground down as they were subjected to arbitrary whims imposed along the way by inflated cadres of sluggish officials. Mubarak could issue orders, but Egypt being Egypt, his commands were unlikely to be dependably implemented. In this respect too nothing has changed.
The bottom of the bureaucratic pyramid was and remains the most troubling of all – the nature of the men assigned by Cairo to patrol our common border. They’re woefully underpaid and hence eminently bribable. For a handful of dollars, Egyptian officers will turn a blind eye to Hamas contraband and terror. Bakshish, after all, greases all Egyptian wheels.
Not unexpectedly it was only bakshish that at the time resuscitated those prearranged Reuters telex services. In the end, after recurring maddening rounds of ma’alesh, inshallah, bukrah, we finally resorted to bakshish.
The clock was ticking. Deadline was literally minutes away. We all coughed up some foreign exchange, greased the boss’s palm and in return he allowed me to sit at his teletypewriter and punch its keys myself.
What’s the lesson for the Israeli collective? Maybe that Egypt is the “staff of hollow reed,” as per Isaiah 36:6.