Shadya
by Roy Jacob
Westler
Budoco Ltd., A National Film Board of
Canada Release, Montreal, CA, 2006
Original in Hebrew and Arabic with English
subtitles
DVD. 52 mins. 45 secs., color
Sale/DVD: $248.00
Distributor's web site: http://www.nfb.ca.
Reviewed
by Jonathan Zilberg
jonathanzilberg@gmail.com
"I'm different. I learn myself. I
try and learn from my own experience."
Shadya 2005
As Shadya relates to us in the above epigraph,
she is no ordinary Muslim girl - or is
she? Nor for that matter perhaps is she
your run of the mill Israeli Arab teenager.
She was at the time a delightfully precocious
and intelligent teenager rebelling against
the constraints of tradition while protected
and empowered by her all loving father
and locked in a struggle against her older
brother who hated her for her independent
spirit, to put it mildly. Shadya was a
world Shokotai karate champion who has
proudly worn the Israeli flag. She embodies
the penultimate contradiction being a
young Muslim Israeli. Expressing her inner
conflict, she emotes: "The bottom line
is that I am an Arab. Right?" and this,
alongside her impossible desire to control
her own destiny in a patriarchal culture,
provides the underlying tension that animates
this important film. Indeed, this all
encompassing political narrative will
make this a tremendous film for initiating
debate amongst students at all levels
about women's rights in conservative patriarchal
cultures and specifically about the struggles
that such girls and women inevitably face
- and in most instances, as in this case,
with great pathos - succumb.
Certainly, the power of this film lies
in how one cannot help but fall in love
with Shadya, that is, in terms of coming
to care for her - and should it not be
said, in the laudable way in which one
witnesses how the Israeli government uses
sport and culture to recognize and stimulate
excellence while attempting to create
common ground and good will amongst its
citizens. In that context, while the film
is also valuable for the window it provides
into two Arab Israeli families' worlds,
above all, it allows us to share in the
intense joy and disappointment of Shadya's
victories and defeats. All in all, as
a young director, Jacob Westler has very
creatively captured her playful youthfulness,
all passion and joy, and provided a compelling
documentary account that will elicit the
deepest sympathy for her predicament.
Despite how she must succumb to the power
of tradition, by the end of the film,
one comes away with a sound respect for
how maturely, graciously and quickly she
came to accept her role as a wife and
mother, indeed with great dignity and
serenity.
The political tension begins in South
Africa outside the convention center in
downtown Durban at the World Shokotai
competition in 2005. After her coach explains
that they can only wear Israeli symbols
when they are under close guard, the Palestinian
team enters the scene stridently singing
their national anthem: ". . . sacrifice,
sacrifice . . . I'll sacrifice myself
for eternal return . . . " Inside the
facility, seeking common ground, the Israeli
coach engages his counterpart in a dialogue
about whether the teams could train together.
The Palestinian coach declines saying
that doing so would imply that they lived
together in peace. As the tension escalates,
Shadya comments to a Palestinian competitor:
"I have not forgotten I'm an Arab Israeli,"
to which he replies: "You represent Israel.
How can you call yourself an Arab?" Accordingly,
just as much as this is a film about gender
oppression, or alternatively - if you
will - upholding traditional Islamic values,
it deftly engages the larger macrocosm
of the Arab-Israeli conflict, specifically
the contradictions of being an Israeli
Arab and the growing fundamentalism amongst
some of the youth.
In Durban, Shadya was obviously perturbed
and frustrated by this encounter, this
questioning of the central contradiction
of her identity. The mood intensifies
from there and it is the charmingly complex
manner in which this is developed which
makes Shadya a remarkable fusion
of a documentary film about the conjunction
of sports and politics. It is essentially
an exploration of one girl's struggle
to assert her identity and follow her
dreams, a quest for freedom of expression
versus social control that can radically
constrains a woman's entire life horizon.
In very short spaces of time, her exuberance
is contrasted with her ambivalence towards
her fellow citizens and her feelings of
identification and sympathy for the Palestinian
cause, her subversive desire to excel
as an athlete and by the end of the film,
the inevitable subjugated role she will
have no choice but to accept. The film's
constant building of contrasts of emotional
qualities and intensities, of the contrast
between respect and support for her self-expression
and physical mastery versus the forces
of pure domination, make this film a highly
compelling tragedy from start to finish.
However, it is not a tragedy if you believe
that a woman's place is pregnant in the
kitchen, but rather the victory of tradition
and orthodox custom and religious law.
As a 17-year-old girl, Shadya had that
irrepressible youthful spirit that loves
to shock through provocation. This is
nowhere more provocatively expressed then
while in her bedroom dancing seductively
and refusing to pray, and less in her
refusal to hang up the washing to dry
or slit doves' throats for dinner. Even
more provocatively, in the public context
of the Shokotai competition in Durban,
after winning, in a fit of exuberance,
she snatches up a Palestinian flag and
ran into the stands waving and dancing
it in celebration. Then, ever the tease,
she asked her fellow Israelis if it had
bothered them.
Though playful, this is all dangerous
especially in her home where her own brother
Shadi, a brooding and intense character,
acidly hisses in his bitterness and frustration:
"Karate is forbidden for girls. I don't
like this. It is not allowed . . . . It
is forbidden!"
Clearly her father has had to put up with
this family conflict for years and he
counters: "What is this. Are we living
in the 40's? Keep out of this. I am her
father. I stand by them and they succeed."
But leaving the room, Shadi disrespectfully
and aggressively challenges his father
and swears darkly that Shadya will not
be allowed to continue to violate Islam.
Fortunately for all of them, the father
has decided it is best for Shadya to get
married and leave home for her own sake.
Shadya's husband is an exceedingly warm
and powerful young man, someone who knows
when to be diplomatic, when to gently
but firmly draw the line, and also how
to bide his time. For the moment though,
despite having told Shadya and her father
that he will allow her to continue karate,
while telling her brother the opposite,
he also appears to eventually have had
no choice but to succumb to the overwhelming
social pressure, in this case at the insistence
of his own father. Shadya, very much in
love with her husband, is prepared to
accept his decision, and surprisingly
quickly assumes the role of a demure and
loving housewife. She turns to teaching
children karate instead of fighting for
herself and by extension Israel in the
international arena. Nevertheless, early
in the marriage, in an epochal attempt
to resist control and continue with her
career, Shadya asks her father to take
her to a competition where she suffers
a dramatically humiliating defeat. The
subsequent scene in the car in which her
father accepts her fate while she stoically
but in deep emotion watches the night
pass by, is a powerful turning point in
the film as it moves to closure. Of all
the scenes in this film, for myself, the
one that best endures is the extraordinarily
profound and poetic expression of love
between a daughter and a father as they
let go of their mutual dream, in essence
already achieved.
At Shadya's close, as an 18-year-old
wife now visibly pregnant, we leave her
there wandering in silent contemplation
along the gravel road in fields of gold
behind her lavish new home. There, lovely,
holding her gently swelling belly, her
long black hair yet unveiled, we in turn
are left with a sense of warm and transcendent
peace.