Ruminations

When you’re in synagogue, and you hear children’s voices (or even sometimes shrieks!), the sounds of them playing (and ostensibly not praying)—apparent “distractions”—remember that what you’re really hearing is the sound of a bright Jewish future!

A matter of great consequence for us as Jews is the way we translate the pain of the Holocaust into practical principles. It is imperative for us to determine whether “never again” means never again for us or never again for anyone.

Last month, we witnessed Israel’s second general election in five months. There are many who are overjoyed with last month’s results; plenty, too, had certainly hoped for something different. But this may be an opportunity for productive transitions in Israel’s Democracy. Of course, the fragile balance that will be necessary for Israel’s new governmental coalition to succeed—even if that merely means survival—will likely make this new equilibrium operate in a wait-and-see mode for some time to come. Nevertheless, we may be looking at the beginning of a new Israeli political era.

As members of a people of chronic refugees, perpetually seeking new homes as strangers in new lands, we must identify with refugees, we mustn’t let atrocities take place in our names, and we must push back and speak out. We shouldn’t require the lens of hindsight to see that.

It is true: a major stumbling-block for interfaith efforts between Jews and non-Jews is that Jews often endure important events being scheduled on their holidays. No Jew should feel pressured to violate his or her religion as a price for engaging with the greater world; and, yet, when Jewish boys or girls, women or men, are pushed to perform work on their holidays lest they be educationally or professionally disadvantaged, our religious essence is put at odds with a secular reality.

From Prague to Poland, from Pittsburgh to Poway, our people has born enough suffering in one century for at least a millennium; enough in two millennia for an eternity. And yet we persist. We persist in the face of danger, we persist in the face of hate. We persist because that’s all we know how to do. Because it’s in our blood. Because our blood has been spilt to allow us to persist, and persisting is our only option.

However we each choose to respond to the KKK’s visit, this experience certainly constitutes a test of ourselves and our community. It is imperative that we make careful choices to keep ourselves safe; Judaism values the preservation of life above almost anything else. Simultaneously, though, this is a rare moment when our actions and choices very clearly lay bare our values. It is important that we show the world that the KKK may have chosen us, but we would never choose them.

I remain as devastated as ever as I grapple with the fact that dozens of innocent men, women, and children were needlessly slaughtered last month as they prayed in a mosque. Despite this massacre having happened on the other side of the world, there is a real pain that we all experience in our own homes here in Dayton. My heart still hurts, and I am still at a loss about how to respond. I know, though, that at the least, we must remember.

A central aspect of the JCRC’s vision is broadening the nexus by which those in the Jewish community can act as partners with members of other diverse groups in the area. Connecting with people whose lives reflect experiences that may be different than our own creates opportunities for collaborative learning, growth, and support.

Have any of us not encountered someone espousing vicarious anger over a minority group for not acting or looking like “normal” Americans? Have any of us not heard someone complain about Asian-Americans’ choice to live in Chinatowns or K-Towns? Or someone complain about Latin-Americans’ use of Spanish? Or about particular linguistic habits, Ebonics and naming-customs, of many in the black community? Or about the clothing choices and head coverings of American Sikhs and Muslims?

We should hear Haman’s voice in all such complaints: “There is a certain people dispersed among the peoples who keep themselves separate.”

No person—on the basis of their race or their religion, their place of birth or their citizenship status, their sex or their gender or their sexual orientation—no person should have their culture made lesser in their eyes, demeaned, on the basis of bigotry, of racism, of intolerance. The Jewish tradition teaches us that darkhei shalom, literally “ways of peace,” are important. This tradition holds that peaceful coexistence with people different than ourselves is of paramount importance.

In light of this year’s ongoing and unpredictable winter weather, I cannot help but think of one of my favorite, quirky talmudic stories.

The Babylonian Talmud tells of an especially troubling time of drought in Jerusalem. The Rabbis had been unsuccessful in praying for rain, so they sent for a man who was known to have special powers, Honi ha-Me’aggel, “Honi the Circle-Drawer.” The scene begins when they first ask Honi to pray for rain…