Friday, July 26, 2013

Primarily Primal - Jewish Journal of the North Shore (Boston) - July 25, 2013

I received an e-mail last night from the editor of the Jewish Journal of the North Shore, Susan Jacobs:
"We ran your very moving piece in our paper, out today. Attached is a PDF of the page. Thanks for sharing it with our readers."
And she sent me a .pdf copy of what appeared in the Jewish Journal.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Primarily Primal: ROSH CHODESH SIVAN AT THE KOTEL - A Blessing on My Head - Mazal Tov!

I'm still a novice at blogging so I don't know how to put this in chronological order. This is my account of what transpired at the Kotel on Rosh Chodesh Sivan, (May 10, 2013).

ROSH CHODESH SIVAN AT THE KOTEL - A Blessing on My Head - Mazal Tov!

 Dispatch from the front lines of Women of the Wall

To the Editor:

I would like to add my two cents to what people have and will be talking about today, because I was at the Women of the Wall’s service this morning.

I don’t get to the service very often, as I work during the week and am only free on Fridays. Over the years I have attended a couple of times a year. Even when I still lived in the Boston area and served as a congregational rabbi on the North Shore, I often managed to attend. I remember, before Robinson’s Arch, going with Women of the Wall from the back of the Ezrat Nashim (women’s prayer area) up the stairs (Torah in a duffel bag) to a small archaeological park with an amazing view. And I’ve been to the Robinson’s Arch part of the wall for the Torah service several times.

It sounded like, after the recent court decisions, that women would now be free to don tallit and tefillin in the women’s prayer area itself. The court ruled that this is not illegal.And so, I got up at 4 a.m. this morning and traveled to Jerusalem full of anticipation with two other women from Ra’anana, which is a bit north of Tel Aviv.

The service was marred by the “call to arms” yesterday in a number of communities in Israel for young women students to come to the Kotel prayer area by 6:30 a.m. (Women of the Wall’s service begins at 7 a.m.) and fill up the entire women’s prayer area. Indeed, hundreds — if not more — young people did exactly that. The area where Women of the Wall usually pray together at the back of the women’s prayer area was completely filled with young Orthodox women protesters who didn’t exactly understand what they were doing there and had not only filled up the prayer area but milled around in huge numbers outside of that area as well.

Eventually, Women of the Wall began their service outside the prayer area (immediately behind it) because there was no other space. I give a lot of credit to the shlichot tsibur (prayer leaders) who, in the face of very loud jeering and whistle-blowing and shouting and other shenanigans from the back and sides of the men’s section, led the women in prayer and song. This, despite the obvious attempts to make a mockery of the Rosh Chodesh prayer service.

I saw the daughter of one of the women participants in the service get hit in the head during the davening by a rock that was thrown. At the end of the service, as we were preparing under heavy police guard to leave the area of the Kotel, I was hit in the head by a half-full water bottle lobbed from the jeering crowd. I picked it up after regaining my composure and took a look at the label. It read: “Brachah” (blessing). So indeed, I received a “blessing on my head” this Rosh Chodesh Sivan at the Kotel.

Rabbi Dr. Ilana Rosansky
Ra’anana, Israel

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A Tisha b'Av Reminder - The Classic Story of Kamtza and Bar Kamtza

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The classic tale of Tisha b’Av hatred – Kamtza and Bar Kamtza
The version below is retold by Rabbi Benjamin Rapaport. I've highlighted a few points... But the main point is: what I and others experienced at the Kotel on Rosh Chodesh Av last week is exactly this hatred. 

And what many Jews here in Israel (and outside of Israel, for that matter) have been subjected to by being called "Amalek" by a prominent rabbi from a different group is equally that. Sinaah - שנאה- hatred. And we're doing it again to each other... We Jews just don't learn...

Tisha B’Av: The Greatest Hatred
Understanding the story that sparked the destruction of the Temple.

Nearly 2,000 years ago, on the 9th of Av, the heart of the Jewish people, the Holy Temple, was set on fire. Since then, our history has been filled with scattering and suffering. Like many broken and burnt hearts, it started with a mistake that turned into a fight that escalated to epic proportions. To heal and rebuild, we need to understand what went wrong and what we can do to fix it. It began with a party. Like most parties, there were the invited, the not invited, and the exceptionally unwelcome. Bar Kamtza had the misfortune of both being invited and being exceptionally unwelcome. In family affairs this happens sometimes, but here it was unintentional.

The host of the party had a friend and an enemy, whose names were quite similar, one called Kamtza and the other Bar Kamtza. Since it was a fancy affair, hand-delivered invitations were sent out. Unfortunately, the messenger confused the friend and the enemy, and delivered an invitation to the wrong person, who subsequently came to the party.

It is surprising that Bar Kamtza would go the party of someone whom he knew disliked him. Perhaps he thought that the invitation was a move toward reconciliation and therefore was happy to receive it, showing up to demonstrate his own willingness to put aside the past. In light of this, what happened next is even more tragic.   

Upon seeing his enemy at his home, enjoying the food he had provided, the host, feeling quite incensed, told this invited/unwelcome guest to get out of his house immediately. Rejection, and all the more so such a public rejection, would be very painful to Bar Kamtza. He tried to reason with the host and pleaded, 
“Please don’t throw me out. I will pay you for whatever I eat, but please do not embarrass me.”

The host refused.

“I will pay you for the cost of your entire party, just please do not force me to leave.”

The host refused and threw him out.

It is remarkable that it was worth more to the host to hold on to his hatred than to have his entire party paid for in full. In any case it was a bad move, and things got worse from there. The Sages of the generation were present at this gala affair and did not protest the host’s treatment of Bar Kamtza.

Now, Bar Kamtza, by this time was in a pretty bad mood. When he saw all the Sages sitting there silently, he concluded that the way he was being treated was fine with them. If so, they were also to blame and he would take his revenge on them as well.
Bar Kamtza went to the Roman authorities and told them that the Jews were rebelling against them. They asked for proof. He said to them, “Send a sacrifice to be offered in their Holy Temple and you will see that they will refuse your sacrifice.” The Romans sent an animal with Bar Kamtza to the Holy Temple to check what he was saying.

On the way, Bar Kamtza made a slight blemish to the animal that would render it unfit according to Jewish law. When he got to the Temple some Sages argued that they should offer the sacrifice anyway because not to do so would be endangering their lives. Their opinion was not heeded. Some suggested that they should kill Bar Kamtza so that he should not go back to the Romans and incite them against the Jews. This opinion was also not heeded. In the end, the offering was not brought up, and Bar Kamtza took his revenge by going back to the Romans and slandering the Jews, leading to the destruction of the Holy Temple, the loss of many lives, and our subsequent exile.

If we consider the centrality of this story in the destruction of the Holy Temple, and the level of tragedy that resulted from it, it stands to reason that it is about more than just a dislike between two people. When we take a closer look, we see that it is a story about a lacking in the humanity of the Jewish people as a whole, from the greatest scholars to the common man. There is a question that screams out from beginning to end: Why didn’t anyone do anything? Hatred is seeing others in pain and danger, and not caring enough to get up and do something.

When Bar Kamtza was publicly shamed, why did no one try to help him? When Bar Kamtza later came to take vengeance, threatening the lives of the entire Jewish people, why do we find no dialogue trying to appease him? At the very least, he should have been killed in self-defense as the Talmud teaches that if someone comes to kill you – kill him first! The level of passivity that we find when it came to considering others’ welfare, whether emotionally, as in the case of Bar Kamtza’s shame, or physically in the case of his revenge, is astounding. Where was our humanity?
When the Sages taught that the Holy Temple was destroyed because of baseless hatred, this is what they were referring to. Hatred is not just actively doing others harm. It is also about not caring. It is about seeing others in pain, others in danger, and not caring enough to get up and do something. If we think about, treating others like they do not exist is the greatest hatred.

If we wish to rebuild the Holy Temple, we need to begin with our hearts. When we care enough to really see the people that are around us, whether they are our spouses, children, work associates, or neighbors, we are laying the foundation of our sanctuary. Each time we move beyond ourselves and take action to make a positive difference in the life of another, we are adding a golden brick. With time, sensitivity, and positive action, we have the power to heal and rebuild the heart of our nation and build a holiness that will last forever.

Go here to read a good article by Rabbi Jeffrey Salkin and see a video of Rosh Chodesh Av at the Kotel. You can really understand the deliberate interference and noise created by the Chareidim to prevent the Women of hte Wall from davening...

Once you hear the maddening hoots and whistles blowing you will ask yourself how one Jew can behave that way to another....

Rosh Chodesh Av – 5773, at the Kotel – My Heart is Broken

Today, Rosh Chodesh Av, I am sad. I am so very sad, disappointed, distressed, heartsick and deeply troubled. Yes, I who am known for my usual cheerful disposition and upbeat nature, am deeply troubled. I was genuinely dumb-struck this morning while at the Kotel with the monthly Women of the Wall prayers. Sorry that the police did not allow us to enter into the women’s section, already cordoned off last Rosh Chodesh (Tammuz) to accommodate the Women of the Wall Rosh Chodesh prayers, but sorrier still to discover that the jeering, whistle blowing (yes this time the Chareidi women were blowing whistles with a vengeance, just as the men had done two months ago, driving me and my prayers to distraction (!)) and that the apparent hatred we were greeted with is not as superficial as I had thought (hoped).

I was truly shaken today. Not only by the mockery and hatred I saw plainly on so many Chareidi faces in the face-off between the police barriers, but by the genuine heart-hatred I experienced.

It’s one thing for an angry whistle blower to ‘look’ disdainful or to call me an abomination. It is quite another (in spite of all that) to lean over the barrier and ask at least a dozen or more Chareidi girls and women if they would do me a favor. 

You see, I have a friend who, like Angela Jolie, is having surgery later today in Boston. Like Angela Jolie, she too carries that potentially dangerous gene BCRA 1. She will be operated on today, Rosh Chodesh Av, in a hospital in Boston. Chana bat Nitsah is her name. Please pray for her full recovery – refuah shleimah.

I went to the prayers today with a k’vittel (a small piece of paper with a request for healing for her) to be hopefully placed in a crevice of the Kotel, tucked into my siddur.  But, the police did not allow the Women of the Wall to even enter the women’s prayer section or to get close to the Kotel. So I reached out – I leaned over the police barrier and implored, begged, pleaded with young Chariedi girls and teens and older women (who had completely free access to the Kotel): 
“Please, would you do a mitzvah for me – for my friend – and place this note in the Kotel?”
Again and again I beseeched the Chareidi women. They not only spurned my request, but they cursed me (on Rosh Chodesh Av!!!). They cursed my friend. They said things like:
“It’s your fault”, “She deserves it”, “May she _____ from cancer” [God forbid] and so on.
These were deep and emotionally laden responses. Young women (girls, really) uttering such things is shocking. This is what they have been taught. I didn’t really expect this; I wasn’t prepared for such rancor and scorn. I was shaken to my core. How can we pray as Am Echad (one nation) when we are so divided by hatred?

What I saw and experienced this morning was venomous contempt. Certainly we all know that during the days preceding Tisha b’Av (the 9th of the month of Av) we are meant to be so very careful… We are meant to avoid l’shon ha-ra and all baseless hatred – sina’at chinam. Our tradition teaches that it was because of this that the Beit haMikdash, the Holy Temple was destroyed. And here we were in 2013 - 1st of Av, 5773 – broadcasting such hatred.

On the bus on the way out of the Kotel area, I was struck by a sign I saw:

“We care and will listen to every word of yours” it says.  I wish that we could all “listen” and “hear”.

And that reminded me of a prayer we recite:


Sh’ma koleynu ‘Hear our voices’...; Chus v’rachem aleinu
V’kabel v’rachamim u’ve-ratson et t’filateinu

Have mercy on us and receive our prayers with compassion and willingness.

AMEN! We need it!

Rabbi Dr. Ilana Rosansky
Ra’anana, Israel
July 8, 2013

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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Primarily Primal: A Primal Primary Experience

Primarily Primal: Primarily A Warm and Balmy Election Day
A Warm and Balmy Election Day

What a day! Blue skies, sunny, 70+degrees (F) and a mild breeze. I would almost want to dub today balmy… And many families in the town of Ra’a’nana where I live and vote, could be seen leisurely walking together to and from the voting polls and to shopping and cafés. In contrast to the weekly Friday mad dash to get everything done before Shabbat, there was a distinctly relaxed atmosphere today. Most people were in shirtsleeves, some in shorts and t-shirts (especially the joggers). Mid-January and we were having a spring-like day.

What a treat! Especially after the major winter storms of two weeks ago with rivers overflowing highways and snow in Jerusalem and in the Galilee and in the Golan, today gave no hint of what the country experienced two weeks ago — except for the children jumping up and down in the snow outside Ra’a’nana’s large shopping mall complex and throwing snowballs made from the snow trucked down here from the Hermon Mountains in the early morning hours today for their enjoyment.

I walked the 5 blocks or so to my polling place, while stopping to chat with some people I recognized from the neighborhood. No one was rushing (a rare phenomenon in Israel)! No one appeared stressed. Just outside the polling place, in my case, a local elementary school, I saw banners and posters and flyers promoting a range of candidates — not all the candidates — just the most notable parties: Likud-Beiteinu, HaBayit haYehudi (Naftali Bennett’s party), Yair Lapid’s party, Tsipi Livni’s T’nua party, Labor, and maybe one or two others. Young volunteers politely offered pamphlets to those still undecided voters. There was a festive atmosphere.

Inside, there were a few lines depending on what your voter card said. Line 16 looked to be the longest. My line, 93, had two people before me.  It was very relaxed (yes of course there was an armed guard outside the building, but that was not prominent). Standing at the entrance to the room where I would vote, I could see there were about 5 volunteer election ‘officials’ at a long table in a row.  One took your ID card and found you on the pre-printed computerized list, one person recorded your name and ID number, one person held onto your ID until you finished voting. Another handed you the envelope and pointed you in the direction of the cardboard “booth”.

Inside the booth was a rectangular tray with little spaces for each of the party’s ballot slips. called a ‘petek’ in Hebrew, with identifying letters (a one, two or three letter catchword/slogan that had been assigned to each party during the campaign and had appeared for weeks on their literature and advertisements).
Text Box:
Each voter selects his party’s ballot slip. And this little slip of paper, this ‘petek’ is what one puts in the envelope behind the privacy of the cardboard booth. You close and seal the envelope, step out of the ‘booth’, walk past a cardboard ballot box perched on a chair, drop your envelope inside the slot, return to the table, retrieve your ID card and walk out.

That’s it! No forms! No computer crashes! Primitive though it may sound, there was really nothing to ‘break down’ or ‘crash’ or leave one wondering whether his or her vote was actually recorded.

Now, I’m a long time computer junkie myself. I’m proud to say I had one of the first Macs (the ‘box’) back in 1984-85, so I’m no technophobe. BUT, I have to say that compared to my experience during the Likkud primaries a short while ago, there was something so simple and wholesome about today’s voting process.

It was a breeze!

Now I did hear on the radio later about some isolated conflicts here and there in other towns, but I saw no such problems here in Ra’a’nana as I walked around town past other polling places. It looked pretty much the same. Families were out leisurely walking with their children, stopping here and there to shop, taking the kids to the plaza outside Yad l’Banim to play in that (rapidly melting) mound of snow (or driving to the mall). It was all so uncharacteristically relaxed.

What a pleasure!

Ilana Rosansky
January 22, 2013

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