Tuesday, January 25, 2022

From Pittsburgh to Colleyville and Beyond

I was recently speaking with a friend of my children. She grew up in Dubai, knowing little about the Jewish community.

After spending a lot of time (much of it on Shabbat) at our house, she commented about how much she learned and how our history of persecution came through (more frequently than we realized). Day to day we don't realize how our collective trauma comes through, even in well-adjusted families.

Although she was commenting on the ability and strength it takes to continue life positively while facing our history, it made me think about how antisemitism is ever-present.

I started this entry following the third yahrtzeit of the shooting at Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh. I stopped shortly after starting, not having the words for everything I was trying to process.

The Tree of Life attack took place on October 27, 2018. It was the deadliest attack on Jews in America. Exactly six months later, on April 27, 2019, a shooter walked into the Chabad in Poway, CA killing Lori Gilbert-Kaye and wounding three others. Then two weeks ago, a man walked into Beth Israel in Colleyville, TX, allowed the rabbi to make him a cup of tea, and took Rabbi Charlie Cytron-Walker and three others hostage. Full details are still to come, but it seems this man believed Jews could control America, so, Jews are the means to getting what you want. Even more so, he had Rabbi Cytron-Walker call Rabbi Angela Buchdahl, a rabbi in New York, to make it happen, implying that we somehow all know each other. Since Rabbis Cytron-Walker and Buchdahl both graduated from HUC-JIR, it was possible for Rabbi Cytron-Walker to reach out to Rabbi Buchdahl. Did the terrorist know that, or did he really think Jews all know each other? Did he know that Rabbi Buchdahl was a Reform rabbi who would use the phone on Shabbat? I wondered what might have happened if he wanted to call a Conservative or Orthodox rabbi who didn't check messages until after Shabbat.

In the aftermath of this, other events made national news. For eighteen years, a group has protested Israeli policies outside a synagogue on Shabbat mornings. For eighteen years, the city of Ann Arbor ignored the antisemitism inherent in what claimed to be political protests. Whatever one might believe or feel about Israeli policy, the act of choosing the synagogue on Shabbat mornings is antisemitic.   

Big moments affect us, like any major event. People will remember where they were when JFK was assassinated, when Reagen or John Lennon was shot, when the space shuttles exploded, or 9/11/01. We carry the trauma with us. The trauma of generations: slavery, expulsions, attacks, and murders. Most days, I don't realize I am touched by antisemitism, however clear it may be to others. But there are days it cannot be avoided. The yahrtzeit of the shooting at Tree of Life reignites my fear that a peer, friend, or student of mine or a friend of my children's might have been a victim froze my heart and does so each year. When I was a seminary student, Matt Eisenfeld and Sarah Ducker, fellow students, were killed by a terrorist's bomb. Though I didn't know them well, I am forever changed by their presence in my life. If you've never been to a Jewish funeral, we bury our own. That day we, their family, friends, and peers, buried our classmates with our own hands.

There is so much talk now, as there should be, of security for the future. This terrorist act, like Pittsburgh and Poway, will affect us. I cannot stop that. I can, however, choose how I change. Much like Rabbi Cytron-Walker, I refuse to be cowed. I have generations of those who came before who continued to act positively, who continued to be welcoming. Though there have been multiple attacks (three in five years), I will not allow this to change who I am. I will protect myself and my community. And, through it all, I will continue to be me. I hope others will walk this path with me.

Friday, January 21, 2022

Parashat Yitro - I Will Be Welcoming

 This week has been focused on last Shabbat hostage situation. It was also a week of covid tests for travel and hugging friends for the first time in two years. 

I drove Keren back to DC between the snow storms Sunday and Monday. Sean and I arrived home late last night, and he left again this morning. Jesse made the challah dough and we shaped it together. Jesse wanted to make a shofar calling out at Sinai. For me it is a call to come together, to stand against our enemies. This Shabbat, Jews around the world will gather in synagogue, in person, to say we are not afraid. Anna Salton Eisen, a founder of Beth Israel in Colleyville, said she will not be afraid. Instead, she said, “ I feel, really, better.’ Because I know that if I’m in trouble, they’re coming to help me.” I thank Ms Eisen for her words.

Simple braids can illustrate the interconnectedness of us all. 


At Har Sinai we gathered to see the thunder and hear the lightening, cascading down our challah. Whatever your thoughts on revelation at Sinai, Jews have a collective memory of a mystical event, and event that changed us a people. Last shabbat, and every trauma, changes us more. But we will gather again. We will gather in defiance. We will gather in love. We will stand strong in the face of fear and of hatred. We will go on into the future.

We have been besieged by covid for two years. I will not be besieged by fear. I pledge to continue to welcome the stranger, as Rabbi Cytron-Walker did and promised to do again. 

There is so much more to say, but Shabbat is almost upon us. I wish you a particularly peaceful Shabbat, in company of others if possible. And, if you need a hug, I have had three negative covid tests. In the meantime, I send you a virtual one.

Shabbat shalom.

Friday, January 14, 2022

Parashat Beshallach - Walking Through the Sea & Man Hu

 This week I have a guest challah maker. Combine a busy work week with being sick (went for a covid test, no results yet), there’s still work to do today (even though I don’t normally work Fridays). Jesse stepped up to bake and cook. 

We discussed a few different shapes. My favourite is a bird challah. Midrash tells that when some of the mixed multitude strew the manna on the ground on Shabbat to make it seem as if manna had fallen that day, the birds came to eat it before anyone saw. There is a strong tradition of feeding wild birds for parashat Beshallach. Jesse chose to make manna. Described as man hu, meaning what is it, the manna was formless and described as tasting like coriander seed. It’s covered with poppy seeds because the Yiddish mun is similar in sound. This is Jesse’s interpretation of manna.


Jesse also created a beautiful interpretation of the splitting of the sea. Everything spice represents the shells and stones that would have been left on the sand and cinnamon on the outer sides is the sand and dirt that would have been churned up by the movement of the water. Beautiful.

Finally, no Shabbat is complete without our family cupcake challah.
 
My children, like all other can be frustrating and aggravating. They leave laundry and dishes around and consistently clean up 97% of the kitchen. Really! 97%. Why do they do that?! Why not just put the last few things away or wipe down the table? But when we need them, they step up. 

Here’s hoping that covid tests are negative. Be well. As Sean says, “Stay safe and stay sane.”

Shabbat shalom.



 

Friday, January 7, 2022

Parashat Bo - Hardening Pharaoh’s Heart

 This week’s parasha concludes the Pesach story and sets the annual observance of Pesach in the spring. Key to the story, to God’s show of might is God hardening Pharaoh’s heart.  So many have tried to excuse God for this act. The best explanation I’ve found is that God hardens Pharaoh’s heart, but Pharaoh keeps his heart as it is. Without excusing God’s actions in causing the suffering of so many Egyptians, we are all affected by circumstance and by the actions of others. In that state, we can choose to open our hearts or lock them away. Pharaoh’s heart is locked in one attitude. He sees and hears only that which is in the box. He cannot or will not soften. And so, today’s challah is a heart in a braided box, being pushed upon. There is no room in the box to expand or turn, and so the heart is contained.



As Pesach is set to be the spring, the second challah is a flower marking the hope of spring that builds throughout the cold winter. Tu BiShevat is almost upon us, with its celebration of the first buds and its, modern, environmental attitude. If we only open our eyes to look, we can see the signs of the cold, darkness passing and the world being reborn.



Wishing everyone a Shabbat shalom and a year of open hearts and sunshine.