Brothers, sons, teachers, students.

Not quite street art, but temporarily tonight Keren HaYessod street was painted with the anger and frustration of local teachers:

Teacher Protest Jerusalem

The sign reads: “Brother, brother! Your son is my student!”

Sometimes, this country seems like one big block party where literally everyone is separated by a few degrees. In this case, the holders of the sign make an excellent point, bringing the strikes home for the members of the National Labor Court, which is where they were stationed tonight. The same teachers who are striking are the professionals who are currently not in classes teaching your children… Bridging the gap between lawmakers and underpaid professionals.

Students' protest; teachers' strike.

Walking to the bus stop this morning – passing the empty school on my block – I heard loud chanting and clapping and honking; it was 8 am and the kids were supposed to be school-less and asleep. When I arrived at Yochanan Ben Zakai, a healthy-sized street that borders my neighborhood, this is (a section of) what I found:

student protest

The high school girls woke up early, as if it was a school day, went to the street where they have school, and stood rallying and making noise, drawing attention to day 26 of a major teachers strike that has had a detrimental effect on this year’s education.

It’s nice that the students care enough to demand their education back. There were some teachers in the mix as well. Students and teachers together, drivers honking in support, and for the first time in a while, I got to see some unity in this place.