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PAGE 4 THE SOUTHERN ISRAELITE October 24, 1986 Editorial There’s no excuse Once again the call has gone out to the administration in Washington to close down the PLO office there. This time the impetus was last week’s terrorist attack in the Old City of Jerusalem. One man was killed and 69 soldiers and civilians, including an American citizen, were injured. The first to claim credit was the PLO. Apparently there are still those who regard the PLO as some sort of quasi-governmental body which somehow merits not only a Washington “presence” but a United Nations mission. Well, it’s time to rethink that position. In a telegram to U.S. Attorney General Edwin Meese, the Conference of Presidents of Major American Jewish Organi zations has urged the administration to reconsider. Over the signature of Morris Abram, chairman, the telegram said in part: “The PLO’s continued presence in our midst poses a danger to the security of Americans while the implied recogni tion that the U.S. grants to the PLO by permitting it to operate serves to enhance its position and stature.” Rep. Jack Kemp (R-N.Y.) has joined in the call. In a letter to Secretary of State George Shultz, Kemp says: “We have the legal authority, as a matter of policy, to shut down these terrorist outposts on U.S. soil. I believe it is past time for us to do so.” Bluntly, Kemp continues: “The PLO is a terrorist organiza tion. Terrorists are not welcome in the United States—nor should they be welcome in any country that values human decency and human lives.” Yasif Arafat himself claims that during 1985 “the Palestine revolution carried out 62 heroic operations.” Those opera tions, which he terms heroic, took the lives of many civilians, including Americans. And, he calls for more terror in what he calls “not an Israeli-Palestine battle but a Palestine-U.S. battle.” Yet we allow, not only the U.N. Mission, but what amounts to a PLO “embassy” in this country. Enough. Let’s kick them out—and soon. Rally ’round The Southern Israelite The Voice of Arionro s Jewish Community Since 1925' Vida Goldgar Editor Jeff Rubin General Manager Luna Levy Managing Editor Published by Sun Publications, Inc. also publishers of The Kansas City Jewish Chronicle Stan Rose Chairman and Publisher Steve Rose President and Co Publisher Second Class Postage paid at Atlanta, Ga (ISSN 00388) (UPS 776060) POSTMASTER: Send address changes to The Southern Israelite, P.O. Box 250287, Atlanta, Georgia 30325 Mailing Address: P.O. Box 250287, Atlanta, Georgia 30325 Location: 300 Atlanta Technology Center, Suite 365, 1575 Northside Dr., N.W., Atl., Ga. 30318 Phone (404) 355-6139 Advertising rates available upon request. Subscriptions: $23.00 a year. Member of Jewish Telegraphic Agency, Religious News Service, American Jewish Press Assn , Georgia Press Assn . National Newspaper Assn Vida Goldgar Getting settled Traditionally, our Jewish communal activities get into full swing just after the High Holy Days. With this year’s holidays coming so late, our organizations have to squeeze a lot of major events into a short period of time. There’s hardly a date on the calendar without something special going on. Some hardier souls will be able to attend them all. Others may have to make some tough decisions. But there is one date that should be starred on all our calendars. That is Monday evening, Oct. 27. If there ever were a year for each of us to turn out at the annual rally in behalf of Soviet Jewry, this is it. See you there. We did it! Moving day has come and gone and, for the most part, we’re settled in our new offices. But it wasn’t without its questionable moments. Despite my good intentions to somehow sort through all my files, stacks, folders and baskets of papers well before moving day, it didn’t work. First 1 had to tackle the books. Somehow, over the years, we’d accumulated hun dreds. No way we were going to take them all with us. By the time 1 finished sorting, my black skirt and sweater were gray with dust and boxes marked for the Bureau of Jewish Educa tion to select from and pass the rest on to other libraries and the Brandeis Book Sale. I had a box to take home and about a hundred, carefully chosen, to move with us. At odd moments during the week I managed to sort through some of my most current files, extract ing what was vital and filling every waste basket in the place with the rest. I didn’t really make much of a dent and can count on spending lots of whatever spare time I have back at the old place finishing the job. I’m determined to neither bring anything really unnecessary over here nor to take it home for sort ing where it would probably remain intact for the rest of my days. But you know how editors are; every scrap of information may be important some day. The trick is to find it when you need it. Friday was total chaos. Most of the staff was here helping get the new desks arranged and organ ized while a few of us stayed on 15th Street to pack up last minute belongings and see that the movers didn’t take the wrong things. It’s kind of depressing hanging around a half- empty place and I was glad enough when the mov ing van pulled out. We weren’t far behind. I’d been so busy that I hadn’t had time to check out the new office since it was a cavern of sheetrock and dangling wires. What a thrill it was to walk in to such a spacious, sparkling place. No furniture except a couple of storage cabinets came from the old place. Not even a pencil. Shirley Rose in Kansas City had designed the offices and selected the fur nishings. Mitch Levine, Sun Publications’ general man ager, made list upon list of everything we might need to run an office and then came down himself to oversee the arrangements so that for the most part, we could close up shop and move right in. I’ve been told that he was here at least once in the middle of the night, rearranging furniture, polish ing desktops and checking and rechecking. He was so thorough that when we opened our desk draw ers, there were paper clips, rubber bands, pencils, pens, scratch pads, new calendars—the works. But even the best laid plans... . We showed up Monday morning, ready to get to work. What we didn’t have was chairs and typewriters. Oh, they had been ordered all right, and promised—just not delivered. The typewriters finally came, and some substitute chairs were brought. We really could get to work. Then the copying machine broke. Then ...well, you get the idea. Now if all that weren’t enough, this was the week that this old dog had to learn new tricks. You can see for yourself the new format. It all sounded so simple when we planned it. I should have known better. Monday morning we didn’t have chairs and typewriters, but we had Diane, managing editor of the Kansas City Jewish Chronicle, she had already been through several design changes, and came armed with what had proven to be efficient new ways of doing things. 1 suspect when we get it all figured out, that may be true but even our termi nology is different. “Where’s your log sheet?” was one of her first questions. “What’s that?” 1 asked. Then an explanation. “Oh, we call it a budget.” That’s been going on all week, but we’re finally getting it straightened out and Diane did more than advise; she plunged right in and edited copy, wrote headlines and helped dummy up pages. So, we’re on our way. And for all my kvetching, I’m still excited. Now, the worst really should be over and we can concentrate on doing what we do best...and doing it in style. The Sp J ri ‘ ° fthe age ' as U is revealed to each of us, is too often only the pint o t e Sroup in which the accidents of birth or education or occupa tion or Jellowship have given us a place.’ Benjamin N. Cardozo