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right of return

Bionic octopus (presumably not her real name) wants to transfer her right of return as an American Jew to someone who needs it – a palestinian:

Oy gevult, cries my grandmother from beyond the grave, what a shande to let such a deal go to waste! OK Bubbele, tell you what—here’s an idea. I want to transfer my Right of Return.

Yeah, I want to hand it off to someone else. Like a bus ticket. The State of Israel has promised that there’s room for me; my seat is saved, all I have to do is show up and sit. Now, I can say pretty much for dead certain I will never be getting on that bus. But since the seat is there, and since there are ‘nuff people who’d be more than happy to fill it, I’d like to pass on my ticket to one of them.