While charedim have always been against army service for several valid reasons (preferring instead to rely solely on prayer and mitzvot to protect our Land and our people), the recent upsurge of anti-enlistment sentiment accompanied by inflammatory (and sort of amusing, if you have the sense of humor of a 5-year-old) posters, pamphlets, fliers, along with a slur specifically created to describe charedi boys who join the IDF: chardak.
Walking around our neighborhood, you can see stickers slapped onto street sign poles and guard rails with charming slogans like: "Chardak hu chaidak!—A chardak is a germ!" Or possibly, "a cootie."
A couple of boys' schools were even handing out such stickers to their students.
Well, I've always known that my son would join the army. He used to sit in his high chair and bite his slice of whole wheat bread into the shape of a gun and then proudly show it off. For Purim, he has dressed in every type of soldier costume available, plus a police costume a couple of times. Since he was little, he has been obsessed with guns and artillery and soldiers and so on. He has always talked about becoming a soldier.
And now he is. And yes, I'm very proud of him.
So I told him that he is not really a chardak because the char stands for "charedi," which he is not, by his own definition. (But yes, he is religious. Just not charedi. Which is fine.)
But really, he doesn't care. He has never been afraid of confrontation (or afraid of anything, as far as I can tell) and said that when he would finally be in uniform, he intended to get off the bus at the first stop in our neighborhood and then walk home like that in the hope that doing so would provide ample opportunity for someone to yell chardak at him, and then he would jump them.
Except he wouldn't because at this age, he prefers verbal confrontation to physical confrontation.
Anyway, it didn't work.
Despite his hakpadah to put on his uniform every single time he needs to leave the house for any reason, no one has attacked him in any way. He wore his uniform to go check his motorcycle outside. He wore it to go out and help his father with the Erev Shabbat shopping. He wore it to get his post-Lag B'Omer haircut, and so on.
But it has all been one big disappointment.
So, what have the reactions been?
Well, a group of children gathered round him and held a whispered diyun about whether he was a real soldier or just dressing like one. The main machloket was centered on my son's lack of weaponry.
How can he be a soldier without a gun?
The inquisitive kinderlach struggled to come up with a satisfying teirutz.
Another time, a chassid approached him and asked if he was in Nachal Charedi.
"No," said my son.
"Huh," said the chassid.
At the barber shop, another chassid jokingly asked if my son planned to go to India after his stint in the army.
My son didn't answer.
No one else said anything.
The barber wished my son mazal tov on his enlistment.
His younger brothers accompanied him on some of his uniformed forays around the neighborhood, hoping to witness some action.
But, alas. Nothing.
Anyway, because every community has its hyped-up knuckleheads, I'm sure that at some point, someone will say or do something obnoxious.
But until then....
Note: Just for knowing: Charedim are not innately against a Jewish army. (They even put together a fighting force during the Turkish occupation to ward off Bedouin marauders plaguing the fledgling Jewish settlement outside the Old City of Yerushalayim, learning Torah when they weren't engaged in active battle.) And while many Israeli soldiers are idealistic, sincere, and courageous, the elites running the IDF are not decent people; they weaken our fighting force and actively seek to cause unbearable problems. Furthermore, they have no respect or appreciation for the soldiers under their command, nor even for the very lives of the soldiers.
This is the source of the divide.