Tisha B'Av in Jerusalem

Spending Tisha B’Av in Jerusalem made me reflect on what this holiday means to me. What are my feelings on this day of Jewish mourning? It is simply this: I do not mourn today for the destruction of Jerusalem, because Jerusalem is not destroyed! This city, and in fact all of Israel, is very much alive, vibrant and in a constant state of growth. The Jews here are not mourning, they are happy. 

Tisha B’Av, or the 9th day of the Hebrew month of Av, is the day set aside on the Jewish calendar for commemorating the destruction of the First Temple by the Babylonians in 586 BCE and the destruction of the Second Temple by the Romans in 68 CE.

For many years, Jews have fasted and read the book of Lamentations on Tisha B’Av to commemorate these destructions. Today, as I walk through the streets of Jerusalem I see the dreams of our ancestors fulfilled beyond their imagination.

Often Jews from America think of Israel in idyllic terms, thinking of the Kibbutz and Exodus, a place that can do no wrong. However, that Israel exists only in our minds. In the real Israel there are political challenges, security issues, and economic factors. There are serious challenges here, but the beauty of this place is also in the struggle to overcome.

A perfect example is the Rotem “Conversion Bill” which is before the Knesset (the Israeli Parliament) right now. Initially, this bill was introduced to help the hundreds of thousands of Russian immigrants here. Many of them are not considered Jewish by the Orthodox establishment in this country because they do not have a Jewish mother. In order to be fully accepted here, they have to convert to Judaism and this bill was intended to help them by standardizing the process.

In the category of “no good deed goes unpunished,” the bill went back and forth, politics took over, and what started out good is now very bad. Political “horse trading” has turned this bill into an instrument for the Orthodox rabbinate here to set into law their complete control over the issue of who is a Jew. Should this bill pass it would lead to a delegitimization of all the other branches of Judaism.

So this how I celebrated Tisha B’Av here: a day of contrasts. 

Just before Tisha B’Av began, I found myself at a special meeting at Hebrew Union College where I heard Reform and Conservative Jewish leaders explain the steps we are taking world wide to fight the Rotem Conversion Bill. This is an issue that effects the entire Jewish people, not just Russian and Israeli Jews.

Right after that meeting, I visited with rabbinical and cantorial students who are just beginning their training here. They are filled with excitement and enthusiasm. Among them, Susie Friedman, a young woman I worked with a few years ago. She converted to Judaism and married her husband, Ross, at Temple Chaverim two years ago. Now she is studying to become a cantor at our seminary! She is bubbling over with exhilaration to be here, excited about becoming a cantor and looking forward to using her talent to share Judaism with others.  

I came home to my apartment located across the street from the Prime Minister’s residence. I listened as the Ashkenazi Chief Rabbi, Yona Metzger, chanted the book of Lamentations with Gilad Schalit’s parents. They are sitting vigil here until their son, an Israeli soldier being held prisoner in Gaza for 1500 days, is released. 

This morning, I began my day studying with my colleagues, passages from the Talmud which discussed how unjustified hatred between Jews led to the destruction of the Second Temple. When I paused and thought about the conversion bill, I realized that sometimes our ancient texts speak very clearly to today’s realities.  

Gladys and I then went to for a walk through Jerusalem, a city not in mourning, but quiet, peaceful, and very much alive. 24 hours in Israel... that is what life is like here. Israel is a place where questions of Jewish and human existence, the meaning of Judaism, the values, hopes and dreams of the Jewish people are taken in with every breath.

Does history repeat itself (or do we learn from our mistakes)?

The author, Oscar Wilde, once said that experience is the name that wise people give to the mistakes they make. I couldn't help think about that when I read "Jewish Immigrant "Bankers," Financial Failure, and the Shifting Contours of American Commercial Banking, 1914-1918," by Rebecca Kobrin, a professor at Columbia University (published in the Association of Jewish Studies Magazine, AJS Perspectives). 

The article described the failure of the Jarmulowsky bank in 1914, and how it brought about changes in the way commercial banks did business. The bank was founded by Sender Jarmulowsky, a learned and philanthropic Orthodox Jew who made his fortune by speculating on the price of steamship passage. Jarmulowsky bought tickets in bulk during the winter when prices were low, and then sell them in the summer when prices were higher. He then developed the practice of allowing people to pay for their tickets over time.

According the Yiddish papers of the day the name Sender Jarmulowsky was known to "every Jew in both the old and new worlds." While the large bank building which he built on the corner of Orchard and Canal Street is still there, the Jarmulowskys are gone. The bank failed because of his sons speculation on Manhattan real estate. They used bank deposits to buy 37 buildings in Harlem, driving real estate prices through the roof, but when WWI broke, many of the bank's depositors (mostly Jewish immigrants) tried to withdraw money to send to their beleaguered relatives in Europe. The bank could not cover the withdrawals and it had to close its doors. The judge handling the bankruptcy, Learned Hand, wrote a decision which led to legislation establishing new regulation on banks to prevent such failures from happening in the future.

Real estate speculation... unregulated banking practices, financial disaster ... the whole story sounds like it comes out of today's newspapers! Which makes me wonder: Does history repeat itself? Do we learn from the past? The answers are: yes and yes. Yes, history does have a way of repeating itself. And, yes, we keep learning from our past mistakes so that we might make the future more secure.

The story of the Jarmulowsky Bank and the story of today's economic woes are similar, and there are two important lessons that we can draw. First, after every economic crisis that we have had, our country has made changes and come back even stronger. If history repeats itself, that means that we are going to come back from today's economic woes. Secondly, just like in the realm of economic matters, so in our personal lives. We are bound to make mistakes in life, but we can also make corrections for the future.

The true mark of living well is not just minimizing failure; just as important, perhaps more important, is how we come back after failure. 

Pin Me

Last week I saw Madeline Albright's pin collection at the Museum of Arts and Design. It runs through January 31 but if you can't get to NYC this weekend, it will be in Washington DC this summer.

Madeline Albright, the former UN Ambassador and US Secretary of State, was known for wearing brooches. Her collection includes bees, butterflies, and spiders, doves, eagles and other birds, missiles, ships, and serpents, political pins, flags and Americana; and many other things as well. She acquired some of these wonderful pins for herself, others were family heirlooms, many were given to her by friends, visiting heads of state, soldiers or other people she met during her service to the United States.

She wore her pins to convey her mood: When things were going well, she might wear a sun; When work became complicated, she might wear a spider web. She wore pins when she met with met with foreign leaders: She wore a bee pin when meeting with Yasser Arafat, as if to say "watch out because I can sting"; She wore a miniature missile brooch when negotiating an arms reduction treaties with the Russians (they asked her if she meant anything by it and she pointedly told them it represented how small we can make our missiles so they better negotiate with us seriously).

I gained new respect for Madeline Albright. I knew that she had discovered late in life that her parents were originally Jewish and that she had many relatives who died in the Holocaust. What I didn't know was that she completed her Masters and Ph.D. at Columbia while living on Long Island with her husband, Joseph Albright, whose family owned Newsday. I didn't know that she had three daughters, one of whom died at a young age. I didn't know that upon returning from a research trip to Poland her husband left her for another woman.

Looking at her life made me think about life's ups and downs. No matter how accomplished a person is, no one's life is smooth sailing. Difficulties, loss, tragedy... they touch everyone, maybe not in equal measure, but all of us celebrate happy times and accomplishments, and face difficult times and challenges.

Every day of her life Madeline Albright chose a pin, and put it on, as if to say: "I am going out there to face the world." She consciously chose and she wore that choice on her clothes. What a great lesson for all of us: We, too, can choose what pin we are going to wear every day in response to the vicissitudes of daily life! That is empowering.

Driving to Florida

When I was a kid we drove to Florida to visit my grandparents every year. It was so wonderful to spend time together as a family. Even the drive was fun, tedious, but fun. I remember the things we did together. Stopping at my dad's favorite restaurants, driving through towns, seeing the US a little bit. "Look out the window," my mom would say. "Don't you want to see what Georgia looks like?"

Driving to Florida today is somewhat different. You see, they have finished I95 and so, today, it is much faster and easier. No more getting off the Interstate and driving on US 1. No more driving through those little towns and seeing how other people along the way lived.

I was thinking about that as we drove 20 hours on a road that pretty much looked the same. Travel in the US has become easier, but has it become better? Instead of getting off now and then because a stretch of 95 wasn't complete, we missed going through those little downtowns and seeing what life was like along the way.

Of course, if you put out some effort and get off the Interstate you can still see a little bit of what life used to be like. But in many places the downtowns are crumbling. The old shopping districts have given way to the suburban shopping mall. Sadly, every shopping mall in the US has pretty much the same stores with the same products whether you are in New York or Minnesota.

If you are looking for what makes a place special, it may be harder to find, but it is still there. You just have to get off the Interstate and be open and willing to explore. The thing about exploring is, of course, that it doesn't always work out. You don't always find what you are looking for. But is that a good reason to forgo doing it?

The same is true in our lives. If we want to find something special we have to get off the Interstate. We have to make an effort to take a detour and get out there and search. We may not always succeed, but then again, on occasion, we might.

Reflections on coming home from a Hebrew High Retreat

The weekend before Thanksgiving we took 150 kids to Eisner Camp for our Hebrew High School retreat. What a great weekend! The kids ranged in ages from 8th Grade to 12th Grade and the programming was interesting.

The theme of the weekend: www.conclave.hhs. We examined the use of this new social media in the kid's lives. We used the same opening program that was used in the UJA LI Social Media Bootcamp. The kids were asked to create their own identities. They put on name tags and picked a tag line. The tag line was a quote that they liked. They then went around and interviewed other kids who "tagged" them by writing a one word catchphrase that expressed who they were. Everything was then put onto a sheet of paper and hung up for the kids to see. The kids just loved this program! It just spoke their language.

Shabbat services was unique as well. We "blogged" services. The kids were divided up into 10 groups. Each group was given a prayer to "blog." There was a trigger posting about the prayer and the kids had about 15 minutes to write their responses. Then, as we prayed the service together, each group was called up to "post" their blog. They attached it to the prayer that came before. We read the trigger paragraph and then sang the prayer together. It was great!

Of course, there were other programs as well: low ropes course for the 10th Grade kids; special programs for the 8th-9th graders; song session, Israeli Dancing; football; hanging out, playing games... Conclave is an amazing experience. I remember growing up, my rabbi told my mom that one conclave is the equivalent of an entire year's worth of religious school. Certainly the great feelings that the kids have and the connections they make to each other and to the clergy are almost impossible to replicate through religious school alone.

Next year's conclave is the weekend before Thanksgiving. If you have a high school student, sign them up for Hebrew High School and put it on your calendar.

Choosing a name

I know that choosing a name can be difficult. I help people do it all the time when people want to give a Hebrew name their children. Finding the right name, one that communicates identity and links past with future, is the challenge.

So here I am trying to figure out what my Blog is going to be called. I attended a Social Media Training where we were asked to spend a few minutes "tagging" each other. That meant introducing yourself to other people who then "tagged" you with a one word label that they stuck onto your shirt. The very first person I spoke to asked me what I liked to do and I told them I love to dance Israeli Folk Dances. And so, I got my first tag: "Dancing Rabbi."

Not only am I a rabbi, but I love to Dance. I started dancing in High School and taught dance at Eisner Camp, our Reform Movement Summer Camp in Great Barrington, MA. (I still work there during the summer, but now as a faculty member, not a dance specialist.) I performed in dance groups in High School and in college. I taught the Israeli Dance class in Undergraduate School. I gave it up for a while, but 6 years ago, went back to it. And it is a good thing I did, because, most importantly, I met my wife, Gladys, through Israeli Folk Dance. We met at the 92nd Street Y in NYC at their Wednesday Night Session. We still dance, every other week, with Danny Uziel, in Little Neck. Unfortunately, it's not enough to really keep up with the great dances that everyone is enjoying. But it is still fun. Gladys and I get to dance at lots of Bar and Bat Mitzvah parties, too. Right now, I am teaching a great beginner's dance class in our Hebrew High School Program. Maybe it will help train the next generation of folk dancers?!

So, I have decided to call my blog "Dancing Rabbi." That says something about me.