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Open Letter to My Students 69: A Box of Chocolates?

Maybe Forrest Gump was right: “Life is a box of chocolates; you never know what you’re gonna get.”

I think about life at this time of year, with the High Holiday hopes in my rearview mirror and the immediacy of Sukkot upon us  – especially with Sukkot’s mandatory reading of Ecclesiastes – whose topic is exactly that: the meaning (or meaninglessness) of life.

My long-time friend, a Catholic priest, Dick Vosko, invariably sends me his own carefully crafted Rosh Hashanah wishes, and this year, he included Ecclesiastes 1:13, “I applied my heart to seek and to search out by wisdom concerning all that is done under the sky. It is a heavy burden that God has given human beings.” 

The Hebrew for “heavy burden” is inyan ra, variously described by commentators as “obscure” or “meaning uncertain.” So I asked Dick where he got his translation. Following his lead (and adding some research of my own), I discovered several options: 

  • Literally, inyan ra  means “a bad matter,” as if life were a bad joke being played upon us.
  • The classic King James Bible (KJB,1611) and the early American Protestant Bible, the American Standard Version [ASV, 1901]) translates it as “sore travail.” 
  • The old Jewish Publication Society translation  (JPS, 1917) converts the old English “travail” into “task” giving us “a sore task.” 
  • The newer JPS translation (NJPS, 1985) and a standard Protestant Bible (NRSV, 1989) prefer “an unhappy business.” 
  • Dick’s “heavy burden” competed with “terrible burden,” in three other Bible translations: New International Version (NIV, 1984, 2011); God’s Word Bible (Lutheran Church Missouri Synod, 1995); andNew Heart English Bible (NHEB, 2008).

However you look at it, this is hardly a cheerful message: Has God really saddled us with “sore travail,” “a sore task,” “an unhappy business” or “a heavy/terrible burden”? Is life a bad joke? Dick chose “heavy burden” because he had in mind the Hamas attack and ensuing war, and thought that for Jews this year, life is indeed a heavy burden. I appreciate his sentiment. 

In context, the inyan ra refers back to the eleven Ecclesiastes verses leading up to it: the ennui that sets in when we are so jaded as to believe that life is nothing but havel havalim, “vanity of vanities [KJB],” “utter futility [NJPS],” or “utterly meaningless [NIV]” (take your pick); because “there is nothing new under the sun,” or (as we might say), “Been there, done that.” Rabbinic midrash[i] focuses on the vain accumulation of wealth and even wisdom. Greed is never be satisfied; we can always have more. As to wisdom, think back to all the stuff you learned in College and how little of it you remember.

The choice of Ecclesiastes for Sukkot is probably just chance. An 8th-century source lists all five scrolls (Ruth, Song of Songs, Ecclesiastes, Lamentations and Esther) as holiday readings.[ii] But reliable manuscripts for that book list only four: they omit Ecclesiastes. Ecclesiastes was added later on (the 11th century); at some point, scribes who were used to reading it assumed it had always been read, but had somehow dropped out of the 8th-century account. So they mistakenly added it back in.   

In other words, eighth-century Jews were reading Lamentations on Tishah B’av (when the Temple was destroyed) and Esther on Purim (Purim is derived from the Esther story). They also read Ruth on Shavuot and Song of Songs on Passover (two of the three harvest festivals). That left one scroll (Ecclesiastes) unread, and one holiday (Sukkot) with no reading. So the two were later matched up to fill the double void.

Adding Ecclesiastes to Sukkot was consequential. In biblical times, Sukkot was known as the holiday for experiencing joy,[iii] not “sore travail,” “an unhappy business” and a “heavy burden.” To this day, the prayer introducing it (the Kiddush) calls it “the time of our joy” (z’man simchateinu). Does the addition of Ecclesiastes suggest we should hedge our bets — change it to “time of joy and of carrying the weight of the world”? How can life give us family and friends, laughter and love, but also suffering and sorrow; not just all that is good, but much that is bad – even a Hamas attack (on, of all days, Simchat Torah, the day following Sukkot, which will never be the same again). 

But that’s the point: life is not just untrammeled joy. Any given moment of any given day can bring happiness or sorrow, good or bad — exactly what Deuteronomy records (v. 30:15) as God’s own judgement of the human condition: “I have set before you life and good, death and bad.”  We are urged to choose life and good (v. 19) but the tragedy of the human condition is that regardless of what we choose, the bad (not just the good) can come our way.[iv]

Nature itself can be cruel. Even if we somehow reversed global warming, we would still have hurricanes, tornadoes, and earthquakes. And regardless of what we choose, other people get to choose too: there are genuinely bad people out there. And sooner or later (we hope later, but it can happen sooner), we die. Life is indeed an inyan ra: not (if we are fortunate) entirely “sore travail” or “an unhappy business,” but for all of us, at times at least, “a heavy burden.” The hardest lesson of all is the realization that we are not in charge down here. 

Forrest Gump was only partly right. Who knows what any given day will bring? “You never know what you’re gonna get.” But it’s not all chocolates!

The “end of the matter,” the final word, as Ecclesiastes puts it (v.12:14), is “Revere God and keep God’s commandments.” That sounds a little too pious for me. It resonates poorly in age when reverence for a supreme anything rings hollow, and when the very idea of being commanded runs counter to our rampant individualism. But beneath those ancient words lies a timeless message: that there is something beyond us to which we owe allegiance, a “something” we Jews call God. We do what we can to choose life and good; even knowing that we will all get sick, all suffer losses, all die someday – some of us sooner than we wish and more tragically. But the nobility of the human condition still stands: we have minds to choose wisdom, hearts to embrace love; a conscience to know good from bad, and a habit learned from childhood to put one foot in front of the other: no matter what the future holds.  


[i] Midrash Rabba to Kohelet 1:13. Cf. Ibn Ezra to our verse, “It is called inyan ra because human being occupy themselves with things that will never prove satisfying.”

[ii] Massekhet Sofrim, 14:1. 

[iii] Cf. Leviticus 23:40, Deuteronomy 16:15, Nehemiah 8:17. And, as the Rabbis remember it, Mishnah, Sukkah, 5:1. 

[iv] On the connection to Deut. 30, see Rashi to our verse. 

Open Letter to My Students 68: The Weight of a Year Gone By

Time has weight and the Jewish year just ending has been the heaviest year in recent memory. Every day brought fresh rockslides of headline news crashing round about us. When you are buried in rubble, you struggle to get out. So I have been struggling. 

The looming presidential election alone has been a heavy burden. How can so many Americans be so cruel as to watch one school shooting after another and still reject all gun control? So deluded as to send death threats to Haitian immigrants because they purportedly eat their pets? So willing to replace democracy with a home-grown version of right-wing fascism?  But liberals must now reckon with an ever noisier far-left coalition that applauds every identity except “Jewish.” 

The state of the American electorate alone would elicit a serious Dayyenu: “Enough, already!”

Eclipsing all of that, however, is the Hamas butchery of October 7, a boulder massive enough to convert the rockslide into an avalanche, as if time itself came tumbling down upon us – and then stopped, refusing to let October 7 slip quietly into the past. Hostages are still imprisoned, or dead. Hamas is still fighting. I wake up to October 7 every day, a nasty Jewish Groundhog Day.

The closest parallel to October 7 was 9/11, which Americans watched obsessively, as if super-glued to TV screens. A direct line connects the two events as chapters in the same story. The mastermind behind 9/11, Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, was schooled by the Muslim Brotherhood, which seeks to “liberate” Jerusalem and rid “Palestine” of Jews – in World-War-II parlance, to make it Judenrein. The Holocaust connection is real. Political scientist Matthias Küntzel cites an Al Jazeera speech in which another Brotherhood leader, Sheikh Yusuf Al-Qaradawi preached the need of every generation to produce its own divinely appointed agent to “punish Jews.” Hitler was one. Islam is destined be the next.[i]

Meanwhile, right wing anti-Semitic parties are gaining power in Hungary, Germany, France, Italy, and the Netherlands. Here at home, where hurricane victims are cleaning up from inundating floods, Elon Musk’s X carries anti-Semitic charges that “Jews are conspiring to orchestrate the disasters, sabotage the recovery, or even seize victims’ property.”[ii] 

So I struggle with anti-Semitism. 

I have never believed that anti-Semitism is some metaphysical pollutant, indelibly soldered into world culture. The scientifically minded historian in me seeks a causal chain that links Nazi anti-Semitism to Islamic anti-Semitism. Küntzel provides that link. 

But here’s the rub: Having been traumatized by Islamic radicalism in 2001, Americans should have rallied to, and remained steadfast allies of, Israel. Many did, but many did not. I am no apologist for Israel’s right-wing coalition; I abhor the settler-movement on the West Bank; I deplore the Jewish thugs who carry it out. But the Hamas attack had nothing to do with that.  It would have happened anyway. And yet, so many Americans replaced their horror at the Hamas massacre with their vilification of its Jewish victims. Any rational argument accusing Israel of an overly destructive retaliation would at least deplore as well the Hamas attack and call for the release of innocent Jewish hostages. That does not happen. Opposition to Israel is not rational. 

No one I know has cheered the tragedy of children dying in Gaza. But Palestinian activists — even UN agency teachers — cheered wildly at the Hamas carnage.[iii] On October 10, just three days after the attack (before the Israeli response even began) the Harvard Student Body declared “the Israeli regime entirely responsible for all unfolding violence. Today’s events did not occur in a vacuum. For the last two decades, millions of Palestinians in Gaza have been forced to live in an open-air prison.”[iv]

They were partly right. Gazans have indeed “been forced to live in an open-air prison.” But who is the culprit? Israel or Hamas? The Modern War Institute at West Point estimates the extent of the Hamas tunnel system to be somewhere between 350 and 450 miles long, and costing “as much as a billion dollars”![v] Canada’s Mackenzie Institute (which specializes in security and military intelligence) details a further eleven billion dollars held by just three Hamas leaders living in Qatar.[vi] How many starving children would all those billions of dollars have fed?

And the rockslides continue. Just yesterday, the one-year anniversary of the Hamas bloodbath, New York Public Radio’s Gothamist Daily reported hundreds of pro-Palestinian protesters gathered on Columbia’s campus, chanting, “Free, free Palestine,” and, “There is only one solution, intifada, revolution.” Read that as “only one solution, violence, violence, by any means possible.” The organizer of this and other protests is Within Our Lifetime, whose cofounder, Nerdeen Kiswani, a Palestinian American CUNY Law School alumnus supports the complete replacement of the state of Israel with one called Palestine.[vii]

None of this is (or should be) actual news. It is a new-year reflection on the heaviness of time and the exacting struggle that it demands from us who are buried under it. How bad can history get? Will the American democratic experiment come to an end? How long can so many well-meaning observers miss the anti-Semitism behind the Hamas/Al-Qaeda Islamism?  How deep does university anti-Semitism go? How much war can Israel manage without losing the peace at the other end?

The Yom Kippur message of human frailty seems especially apt now. I look forward to the sound of the shofar at the day’s conclusion, a long blast that heralds my own task for 5785: to hold out hope on all these fronts, in part by digging my way through the avalanche of the past year, and rescuing memories of the way our lives once were, and the way, perhaps, they can be again. As hard as it is to recall those buried years, I know this much: underneath the rubble lie tales of kindness, hope and happiness. 

When archeologists unearth specimens of the past, they display them in museums for visitors to see. They are a mixed bag: the artistry of the human spirit; but also weapons of war. I am an archeologist of pre-5784, excavating memories of times when wars were fought and people killed, but when, also, optimism ruled; when anti-Semitism was something we studied, not something we feared; when extremes both on the left and on the right were just that – extremes; and when beauty and science and love and laughter were our lot.  


[i] “German expert warns: Islamist and European antisemitism now dangerously intertwined,” Jerusalem Post (September 26,2024).

[ii] https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2024/10/08/hurricane-helene-antisemitic-misinformation-x/.

[iii] https://www.nationalreview.com/news/u-n-agency-teachers-cheered-hamas-as-october-attack-unfolded-called-for-execution-of-jews-in-group-chat/; https://www.timesofisrael.com/pro-palestinians-celebrate-hamas-attack-as-israel-supporters-rally-in-new-york/.

[iv] https://www.thecrimson.com/article/2023/10/10/psc-statement-backlash/.

[v] https://mwi.westpoint.edu/gazas-underground-hamass-entire-politico-military-strategy-rests-on-its-tunnels/.

[vi] https://mackenzieinstitute.com/2023/11/hamass-top-leaders-are-worth-billions-heres-how-they-continue-to-grow-rich/.

[vii] Jessica Gould  and Bahar Ostradan, “Hundreds of Columbia students walk out as NYC campuses brace for Oct. 7 protests,” Gothamist Daily (October 7, 2024).

Open Letter To My Students 67: A High Holy Day Message from Home

I do like to write about “home,” especially when Rosh Hashanah rolls round and people head home for the holidays. Never mind the reality: broken homes, dysfunctional families, aging parents, and the mystery of undying sibling rivalry. Charles Henry Parkhurst, the reforming Presbyterian pastor who brought down New York’s infamous Tammany Hall, got it right when he said, “Home is heaven for beginners.” 

At the new year we become beginners all over again. Out with the old; in with the new; new year’s resolutions, or, for Jews, t’shuvah, literally, “returning” to God, but also to our childhood selves, the innocence we left behind when we took the wrong turn toward mistakes and misdeeds. Our prayer book calls the holiday yom hazikaron, the day when God remembers us, a somewhat frightening possibility, except for the fact that God, we say, is merciful – like the parents we either have or wish we had; parents, that is, who welcome us back home no matter what we’ve done out there in the world. “Home,” says Robert Frost “is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”

Home is the name we give to the comfort and safety of belonging, while “not at home” means being always on guard against ever-looming disaster. So Rosh Hashanah emphasizes the positive: the guarantee that however much we may have strayed into a world where anything can happen, Rosh Hashanah brings us home to safety. 

But then comes Yom Kippur. If Rosh Hashanah is the guarantee of being back home again, Yom Kippur is a study in potential exile. Just a couple generations back, synagogue goers wept with shame over the misdeeds they might have done without even knowing it; they trembled from the fearful possibility that an obsessive accountant-God kept careful ledgers of it all.  Not that I am advocating that kind of guilt-ridden religion; we are well rid of it. But it did reflect the recognition of what a life poorly led might come to. To this day, we say over and over again on the High Holy Day supplication, Hashiveinu eilekha, “Bring us back to You,”  O God, which is to say, bring us home. An all merciful God must surely have inaugurated the open-door policy of letting us in long before Robert Frost wrote about it.

Even more poignantly, there is that Yom Kippur prayer Sh’ma Koleinu (“[God] hear our voice”) which we are supposed to say as if standing before the almighty Judge and passionately pleading our case. The central entreaty is this poignant line: “Do not throw me out” – the worst case scenario! We’ve completed a year of managing the world outside, a year of struggle, disappointment, and outright pain – which, God knows, this past year has been; and then we make it back home, only to have our parents throw us out. 

The High Holy Days are a frightening bungee jump from on high, where we almost land safely on firm ground, only to get yanked back up to the giddy state of free-fall: home for Rosh Hashanah; then thrown out on Yom Kippur. 

We can, if we like, avoid that roller-coaster nightmare: sit silently through services; give in to the boredom (which is easy to find); and then leave, unchallenged and unchanged. I can hardly blame people for doing that. The liturgy can be impenetrable; the verbiage endless; like getting lost in a Wagnerian opera because you do not understand the German and cannot relate to characters with names like Walktraute, Grimgerde, and Schwertkleite. Services should come with an accompanying program alerting you to the highlights, telling you what to look for, and informing you that prayer is not so much something you go to as it is something you must enter into. You should also be warned that if you mistake the prayers for prose instead of poetry, you will find the service alienating. Yes, “alienating,” itself an echo of exile, homelessness, home-sickness even.

The biggest mistake is focusing on a High Holy Day message of times past, seeing Yom Kippur, say, as a Jewish version of Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night, just a misery-soaked diatribe on human unhappiness, sin, and guilt – which indeed, is what it was in medieval times (and still is, in many synagogues). Too many people leave too early, missing the final N’ilah service, where the day’s desolation gives way to the ecstatic discovery that we really do get to start again. Remade, reborn, and refreshed, we dare undertake another year of exploration “not at home.” Back to business; back to work; back to school; back to an uncertain future but with all the promise of youth at its best; back being young and eager, even if we are old and jaded.

The metaphor of returning home is overrated. In real life, our childhood home is something we grow out of — a nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there again. The High Holy Day homecoming too is a temporary fix. It ends. We venture forth again to life. But we manufacture other homes along the way, informed, perhaps, by the High Holy Day drama in two acts: both Rosh Hashanah’s joys and Yom Kippur’s trials.

The adult homes we make must indeed be shelters from life’s storms, but they are never actual heavens, as Pastor Parkhurst wrongly imagined them to be, because as much as we emerge from the High Holy Days with the hope of new beginnings, we ourselves are no longer just beginners. Whether there is some kind of heaven where we eventually find an eternal home I do not know. But until I find out, I happily have recourse to what Sigmund Freud called the reality principle. Life is not a bowl of cherries, but it’s not just sour grapes either. It is a day-by-day grind; but day-by-day joy and satisfaction as well. We will spend next year commuting back and forth from the homes we make to the work we do; and pray that both will be surprisingly rewarding.

Open Letter to My Students 66: Nostalgia and the State of the World – Why we are the way we are.

Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be – and that’s no joke. So what was it once and what is it now? We should care because it explains the West Bank Settlers in Israel, White Christian Nationalists in America, the right-wing successes of Europe, and even the American Supreme Court.

            The expert on nostalgia was Svetlana Boym, a Jewish émigré from the former Soviet Union, who taught at Harvard, and died too young (just 56 years old). As Boym tells the story,[i] the word “nostalgia” was coined by a Swiss  physician, Johannes Hofer, in 1688. He considered it a disease treatable by leeches (OMG), opium (worse), and restful vacations in the Alps (better).  

            “Nostalgia” was his second choice for a name. At first, he tried philopatridomania, which (unsurprisingly) didn’t catch on but which translates as something like “an overly developed love of home.” “Nostalgia” derives from the Greek, algos (“pain, longing”) and nostos (a word denoting a mythic hero’s homecoming). The German Heimweh (“home pain”) captures it exactly.

            So nostalgia used to be a personal yearning to return home to a better time or place. Centuries of diasporan “exile” made Jews the prototypically nostalgic people: for a place (Lashanah haba’ah birushalayim, “Next year in Jerusalem”) and a time (chadesh yameinu k’kedem, “Renew our days as of old”).

            This sort of nostalgia is overall harmless: just the practice of sugar-coating selective reminiscences of the way we think we were: “a romance with one’s own fantasies” says Boym, or (at worst) “hypochondria of the heart.” She labels it “reflective.” It is what nostalgia used to be. But all over the world, nostalgia has now morphed into a different and distinctly dangerous variety that Boym labels “restorative.” Historian Marc Lilla prefers calling it “militant.”[ii]

            Restorative/militant nostalgia seeks not just to reflect on what is lost, but to recover it. It fantasizes conspiracies by enemies who are destroying the old and the good for their own nefarious purposes. Hitler’s Germany is the best example. Putin’s Russia is not far behind.  

            Like pretty much every empire throughout time, restorationists thrive on uniting the power of the state with the ideology of religion. David and Solomon needed their priesthood. Constantine empowered early Christianity. Pope Leo III crowned Charlemagne. Henry VIII founded his own Church of England. Putin works closely with the Russian Orthodox Patriarch. The racist claim to keeping America white justifies itself because it will be a white Christian nationalism.  

            Both church and state, however, draw heavily on the glue of ethnicity, the good old days when it is imagined that we were all “authentically” the same: minorities are, at best, sidelined; at worst, demonized and victimized. There is little room in Modi’s India for Muslims. Arab Muslims in northern Sudan are even now eradicating non-Arab Muslims in the south. A militant settler movement in Israel cites the Bible to justify expelling West Bank Arabs.

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            Restorative nostalgia is part of a larger picture: a centuries-long struggle between head and heart, reason (on one hand) and romanticism (on the other).

            The Age of Reason (17th-18th centuries) celebrated the head, with a claim that as much as people may look different on the outside, we are all creatures of reason on the inside — all the same, that is. It gave birth to Immanuel Kant (1724-1804) whose philosophy assumes universal human reason and arrives at equally universal human duty. Or, earlier (1685-1750), Johann Sebastian Bach, whose fugues are mathematically precise and appealing to both ear and mind.

            This dependence on reason was behind the French Revolution’s call for universalist values of “Liberty, Equality, Fraternity”; and its mission to end the unreasonable differences in privilege that marked the old order. Napoleon’s intended breakup of that order was a logical extension. Unsurprisingly, the European aristocracies who were threatened by that breakup exchanged head for heart: not universal reason but a romance with ethnic/nationalist tribalism. Germany for Germans; France for the French. Instead of Kant, we got Hegel, who thought the spirit of history was inexorably evolving into its preordained end, the superior German state. Instead of Bach, we got Wagner (1813-1883), whose operas glorify Germanic myths of origin.

            World War I was the natural outgrowth of this romanticized particularism, where each of the warring nations distrusted all the others. And Germany of World War II is a textbook case of restorative nostalgia militarized.

            When WW II ended, the seesaw of head and heart resumed. At first,  reasoned universalism made its comeback. The American variety stressed worldwide democracy and open-market capitalism; the Soviet alternative underscored the interests of the international proletariat. Both sought to remake the world in their own version of a universalist tomorrow. 

            When the Iron Curtain fell, only the American variety survived, and with it, a strengthened European union, globalism unbound, free trade, and capitalism unleashed: all of it, the new gospel for liberal intellectuals.

            But Jobs migrated to Asia; computers replaced people; the wealth gap widened; and religion was sidelined. A deluge of immigrants and the reality of a black president threatened the white ethnics who blamed the liberal universalist era for passing them by. So in 2016, romanticism returned with restorative nostalgia. Unsurprisingly, adherents of MAGA (Make America great again) denounce universal scientific reasoning behind vaccines and masks.

            American restorationists today romanticize the good old days of the 1950s, where (they imagine) America was mostly white and Protestant. The Supreme Court’s fetish with “originalism” is itself rooted in the assumption that the guiding wisdom of our founding fathers will overturn the liberal universalist order and reproduce the golden years when America was already great (never mind the extermination of Native Indians and an economy dependent on black slaves).

            Unlike the right, the woke left has no delusions about returning to yesteryear. But the same return to romanticism informs its claim that aggrieved minorities must hunker down behind “our own kind.” Men cannot understand women; whites cannot comprehend blacks. Hence the rise of anti-Semitism on the right and on the left, both of them romanticized, tribalized, and militant enemies of the universalists’ love affair with reason and the way we are all the same. 

            I love being a Jew; I think the Jewish People matters – but as part of a divine mission where all peoples draw upon their specificities to make their own unique contributions to a better world for all. That makes me an unrepentant universalist. Restorationist nostalgia on the right and romantic tribalism on the left will eventually end, I know. In the meantime, I write letters like this and practice having patience.   


[i] Svetlana Boym, The Future of Nostalgia (New York: Basic Books, 2001), p. 3.

[ii] Mark Lilla, “The Tower and the Sewer,” New York Review of Books,  June 20, 2024, p. 14.

Open Letter to My Students 65: Thoughts on Israel Part 2: The Student Protests in Perspective

It’s time to see the campus protests in perspective. Why do students protest? And how does a Zionist like me respond?

            The “why” has many answers. 

            Start with the human urge to matter. When you’ve given or heard your share of eulogies, you realize that except for their immediate families, most people, for most of their lives, don’t live for anything terribly profound. They work, travel, golf, take the kids to the doctor, figure out what’s for dinner, go bowling. But deep down inside, there stirs a desire to matter; and to document our mattering for posterity. American soldiers in World War II scrawled graffiti on European walls announcing “Kilroy was here.” Antique shops still sell grammar school desks where generations of students etched initials into the wooden surface.

            There is also a demographic answer. You need a certain amount of leisure time to worry about mattering, and college students have that. Between 1961 and 2010, the weekly average of hours spent studying dropped from 24 to 14.[i]  Add in class time, and you get, roughly, a 30-hour week. Some 17 hours go into socializing, dating, joining groups, having fun. 

            And there is an existential answer. The practice of musing on what life is all about starts in adolescence and deepens at College, where people read, think, discuss, and debate; and when nothing matters quite so much as deciding who we shall become and with whom we shall become it. 

            I mean no disrespect when I say that student protests are the equivalent of marquis lights on Broadway, announcing the next generation’s coming of age, a young people’s version of “Give my regards to Broadway and tell ‘em I’ll be there.” But it is a Broadway-like presence that is endowed with moral purpose, a proclamation that their existence as appendages of their parents has ended, that they are individuals to be taken seriously. It is also what Emil Durkheim called collective effervescence, the experience of being part of something big, grand and glorious: we are not alone; we are one among hundreds, even thousands, united in a cause beyond ourselves.

            The cause varies: in July of 1908, Young Turks overthrew the Ottoman Sultanate and founded modern Turkey. On May 10/11, 1968, some 40,000 French students marched to champion the Marxism of Che Guevara, Ho Chi Minh, and Mao Zedong. On May 4, 1970, student protests against the War in Vietnam climaxed with the killing of four Kent State students in Ohio. The list goes on and on: Students Against Apartheid in South Africa; student sit-ins in the Jim Crow segregationist south. And now, student solidarity with Palestinians. 

            Not all causes are alike; not all of them turn out, in retrospect, to be equally legitimate or even desirable. The same Young Turks who brought down the Ottoman sultanate later launched the Armenian genocide. France is better off having defeated the Marxists.  

            It’s always tricky trying to learn from history, but a few things seem clear. Student protests come and go. They tend to happen in good weather, often just before students leave school for summer vacations. Protests do have their revolutionaries; they also have an abundance of peaceful and well-intentioned moral activists; but students join for a whole host of reasons, and overall, as in any crowd behavior, most participants have not deeply studied the issues in question. Even the slogans they yell can mean different things to different people.  

            It follows that in the campus protests now roiling our country, we should avoid tarring everyone with the same brush. I will ignore for now the “fellow travelers” who join protests mostly for the effervescent thrill of it all – a not inconsiderable proportion, actually. But even the seriously engaged ones span a gamut of opinions and motivations. Some of them really are bad actors: haters of Israel, anti-Semites who celebrate the Hamas butchery (rapes, murders and all), and would demolish Israel and kill every Jew in it, if they could. But most of the students are in other categories. A good number of them are legitimately horrified by images of Gazan civilians buried under bombed out rubble or lacking medicine, food and water.       

            Whether you agree with the cause or not, some of the students quite legitimately protest in favor of a Palestinian State and, by extension, against Israel’s right-wing government which has done everything it can to make such a state impossible. If I were of Palestinian descent, I would probably do the same thing. And there are lots of Jews involved, Jews who are no less Jewish because they despise the current Israeli coalition and abhor the suffering of innocents in Gaza. I do wish they showed parallel sympathy for the traumatized Israelis who just want to return home and live out their lives without being attacked again. But they are not our enemies; not traitors to the Jewish cause. We know these people. They are our children, our students, our families; They are us. 

            There is much about the protests to deplore: the biased presentation of Israel as the enemy; the group amnesia that conveniently forgets the Hamas barbarism that began the war; the politicized left-wing faculty who advocate rather than teach, enflame rather than instruct. But the Israeli government is, at the very least, complicit, if only because of its West Bank policies that compromised its moral high ground years ago and that continue unchecked each day. It’s complicated, and, as I recall from my own student days, students are genetically endowed to take sides without necessarily reveling in nuance. Their parents and grandparents who have learned to balance complexities should not rush to the ramparts to embrace simplicities on the other side. 

            One such simplicity would be to overgeneralize anti-Semitism as the dominant motivation. We should recognize that one can, sometimes, criticize Israel but still be proudly Jewish. It is also true that even poorly advised protests can sometimes have positive outcomes: the French Revolution’s reign of terror was a horrendous chapter in world history; but “Liberty, Equality, Fraternity” still rings true. 

            I believe that Israel must achieve security and safety for its inhabitants; but I worry about the cost to innocent human life, and suspect that Israel is being drawn into the morass of guerrilla warfare that is inherently unwinnable (think Vietnam and Afghanistan) – especially if it leaves Israel without allies and alienates it from the next generation of Diaspora Jews. I am outraged by its failure to reign in the extreme right wing, who do believe in ethnic cleansing, and are trying to finish off the west bank while no one is looking. 

            I believe that this moment in time calls on us Diaspora Jews to strengthen the hand of Israeli protesters against this government. I believe that Israel need not stand alone; it can reaffirm its ties to allies, first and foremost the United States itself. I believe that war is indeed hell; that this war cannot end too soon. And I hope that when it does, it will not be too late for the Jewish People, in Israel and beyond, to regain its moment in the moral sun.


[i] Cf. https://flaglerlive.com/college-study-time/#gsc.tab=0; https://eric.ed.gov/?id=ED511233.

Open Letter to My Students 64: Thoughts on Israel Part 1: I am a Zionist. So are Lots of People Who Say They are Not. Back to Basics. And What I Fear Most.

This is not the first time the word “Zionist” has come under attack. Back in 1975, 72 nations supported a United Nations resolution that called Zionism “a form of racism and racist discrimination (35 nations were opposed; 32 abstained). The resolution was reversed in 1991. But here we are again, no UN resolution this time round (at least so far), but, instead, international student protesters, many of them Jewish. Most of them have never known a Jewish state governed by anyone except Benjamin Netanyahu – who is part of what I fear most: but more on that later. 

                  So back to basics: What is Zionism anyway? Put simply, it is the belief in the legitimacy of and the moral obligation to support a Jewish state — first and foremost, to protect Jews from persecution, and even outright obliteration; secondarily, to exercise the right of every people to pursue its own religious and cultural artistry.

                  Especially in the light of attempts by Nazi Germany (but also Czarist Russia, Stalin’s USSR, and others) to eradicate Jews from the face of the earth, most Jews I know – indeed, most people I know – are, therefore, Zionists. What even these Zionists may fail to grasp is that a Jewish state is not just a minor appendage to what makes Judaism what it is; the existence of a Jewish homeland has, since biblical times, been a sine qua non of Jewish being. 

                  A Jewish commonwealth of some sort goes back to King David some 3,000 years ago. In medieval times, the area was contested by warring Christians and Muslims, but throughout it all, Jewish settlements of some sort remained, while Jews outside the Land prayed regularly to return “home.” Open the Bible that is central to Judaism, almost at random, and the Land, this land, is already there.

                  The idea of Zionism as a modern nation state, however, is more recent. Pretty much none of the Middle Eastern states existed until after World War I, when the Ottoman Empire that owned most of it was dismantled and the victorious powers (England and France) carved them out: Syria here, Jordan there, Jewish Palestine elsewhere, and so on.  None of them were independent at first; they were all colonial creations. Only eventually did they develop their own sense of nationalistic selves.

                  In the competition for independence there were winners and losers. The various Arab states in the region expelled their Jews – who settled in Israel and were absorbed there as examples of the very persecuted Jews for whom the Jewish state was founded. But the people we call Palestinians faired more poorly. When the surrounding Arab states decided not to admit the existence of a Jewish state, but, rather, to attack it, Arabs within that state were displaced as well. Some fled the war zone, expecting that an Arab victory would enable them to return. But also, the Jewish government under attack by Arabs without feared the rise of Arabs within as a fifth column, and expelled many of them. These are the Palestinians who were not absorbed by neighboring Arab nations, and who have ever since been living largely in refugee camps. Various powers have arisen to represent them, Yasser Arafat’s Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO) and its successor the Palestinian Authority (PA), first and foremost. Hamas is a terrorist organization that fought the Palestinian Authority and emerged victorious in Gaza, from which it seeks to eliminate Israel and its Jews.

                      But—there is a big “but.” The current Israeli government is itself a corruption of the Zionism that I and my many friends espouse.  My Zionism believes that every people deserves a national home. To be sure, the nationals who inhabit such a home would have to admit the legitimacy of a Jewish state next door, and so far, that has not happened. But the Israeli government has played its own role in discouraging a peaceful solution. Among other things, it has empowered Israeli hyper-nationalists to persecute Arab farmers and take over their land on the West Bank. The current Israeli coalition, in particular, includes religious extremists and nationalist expansionists who are indeed racist and who behave like the fascist thugs of Mussolini’s time.  

                  My kind of Zionism deplores that kind of Jewish government. It accepts the claim of Palestinians to have a home of their own – the two-state solution, as it has been called. Hamas rejects that solution: hence its attack, designed to frighten Israelis away from any Palestinian state at all, lest it too be taken over by Hamas-type anti-Israel and anti-Semitic fanatics.

                  Can you oppose those Israeli governmental policies that you judge as immoral? My Zionism says it is not just possible but mandatory. 

                  Can you oppose Israeli policies yet not be anti-Semitic? My Zionism says you can, as long as your solution is governmental/political policy change, not the dissolving of the Jewish state as somehow illegitimate.

                  Can you oppose the continuing war on humanitarian grounds and still be a Zionist? You can, as long as your opposition does not whitewash away the actual culprits on the other side, Hamas; and as long as you support the principle of Israel’s legitimacy and the right of Israel to protect itself (like any other sovereign nation). 

                  Can you join others to advocate for a Palestinian state and still be a faithful Jew? You can, as long as your partners in protest do not advocate or sloganize about such a state as being a replacement of Israel; and as long as they and you do not imagine that the entire Palestinian condition has been brought about entirely by Israel. International politics is messy; only in misguided ideological posturing is there always a single bad-guy oppressor and a single good-guy victim.

                  I, frankly, do not see how Jews cannot be Zionists. Do we really believe that anti-Semitism is gone for good? That Jews will never need a haven that guarantees us the right of sanctuary, with sufficient independence and means to guarantee it? Are we really in denial about the threat of Hamas, of Iran, or Hezbollah; and their desire to murder every one of Israel’s 7,000,000 Jews? I doubt it.

                  But here’s the kicker: the Netanyahu government’s alliance with the right-wing settlers movement that is systematically menacing and even murdering West Bank Arab farmers, in what truly is an exercise in ethnic cleansing. One argument to oppose the war is the terrible slaughter in Gaza, which less and less looks either militarily or morally sustainable. Another is the immediate need to elect a new government that will roll back the specter of west-bank Jewish fascism. Were the settlers to win, I would still be a Zionist but a theoretical one, supporting a Jewish state, but not the semi-fascist one that it becomes.  

                  Proper Zionism is neither racist nor oppressive. It is the Jewish People’s right to a Jewish state in its historic homeland; to live there in peace and harmony; and to extract from our own experience as an oppressed minority the obligation to oppose the parallel oppression of others.

Open Letter to My Students 63: Passover Thinking for This Year of Trauma

The world is broken. And getting worse. So why I am still optimistic?  

            Just a few decades ago, the Iron Curtain fell, a grand coalition for freedom blanketed Europe, even Putin was an American ally, and I wondered then why other people were so pessimistic. 

            The optimistic/pessimistic divide seems to be baked into our brains, some of us leaning positive, others negative. Given both sides’ ability to argue their positions, it is hard to escape the conclusion that reasons follow — they do not precede — our sunny or cloudy disposition. Our predisposition toward one side or the other makes us see the evidence differently.

            Optimism/pessimism can be mapped onto another divide: liberal/conservative. Liberals see a world where change heralds promise; conservatives see a world change implies loss.  

            And indeed, researchers have tracked both optimism/liberalism and pessimism/conservatism to different regions of the brain.[i] We are hardwired to lean in one direction or the other. 

            In 1901/02, William James applied the two dispositions to religion, calling optimism the religion of “healthy-mindedness” and pessimism the religion of “the sick soul.”[ii] James’s nomenclature betrays his own psychological makeup: he suffered intense periods of depression, and wished to be “healthy” like other people. So ignore the unfortunate terminology. His point remains. Pessimistic religion emphasizes the preponderance of evil in human history. Optimistic religion stresses the positive presence of God and the steady evolution toward a better time to come.

            We actually need a balance of both. Evil, after all, is real. Pessimists make too much of it; optimists ignore it at their peril. 

            All of which brings us to the Passover Haggadah, and the story we tell about ourselves this year.  

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            The rabbinic celebration of Passover began centuries before book culture. With no  written text to fall back on, whatever got said at the seder was made up on the spot – following, however, an agreed-upon outline. “Start with [Israel’s] degradation (matchil bignut); then finish with praise [to God] (um’sayem b’shevach); and seal [the message] with redemption (v’chotem big’ulah). More colloquially, “Tell the story of Israel’s degradation and praise God for redeeming us from it.”[iii]

            But what is Israel’s “degradation” and (by extension) its opposite, “redemption” from it? Two third-century Talmudic Rabbis, Samuel and Rav, debate that point.[iv] Samuel offers the obvious answer. Degradation is “Our ancestors were slaves to Pharaoh,” in which case, redemption is “God freed us” from it. Rav, by contrast, identifies true degradation as “In the beginning, our ancestors were idolaters”; redemption was our conversion to worshipping the one true God. For Samuel, degradation is imposed from without; for Rav, it is what we do to ourselves. Both positions are included in the traditional Haggadah.

            By the Middle ages, a list of things that count as redemption — any one of which would have been enough to merit praise of God — was assembled into a list, called Dayyenu (“It would have been enough”). By then, rabbinic theology had fastened on the centrality of human sin as the cause of Israel’s various historical bouts with degradation; so the crowning act of redemption was seen as the establishment of the Jerusalem Temple with a sacrificial cult that provided atonement. Jews settled down to await a messiah who would build a third Temple, the necessary means to atone sufficiently to end Jewish degradation at the hands of the nations. In William James’s scheme of things, we had become a religion for sick souls. 

            Animated by emancipation from medieval ghettoes and aflame with the promise of modernity, nineteenth-century Reform Jews rejected Judaism’s sin-and-punishment mentality. Their 1908 Haggadah added a Dayyenu line: yes, God “built for us a temple,” but God also “sent to us prophets of truth and great leaders in each generation to bring all hearts nearer to the divine kingdom of righteousness and peace.” In 1923, “great leaders in each generation” was changed to “made us a holy people to perfect the world under the kingdom of the Almighty, in truth and in righteousness.”

            Either way, this modernist version of our sacred story replaced the “sick soul” perspective with optimistic “healthy mindedness.” 

            Is degradation persecution from without (à la Samuel) or something we bring upon ourselves (à la Rav)”? Or a combination of both? Is ultimate redemption dependent on God (forgiveness of sin, bringing a messiah) or on us (acting “in truth and righteousness,” “great leaders in every generation,” being a “holy people”)?

            Rarely have these questions loomed as large as they do this year. The many chapters of the Haggadah’s evolution give us lots of leeway in answering them. Looming over any answer we might choose to give, however, is the Haggadah’s judgment, “Not just once, but in every generation, enemies arise to destroy us [degradation], but the Holy One saves us from them [redemption].” The entire statement is hard to accept as literally true. Anti-Semitism is indeed always around, to some extent, but lots of Jews in lots of generations have lived pretty happy lives. And we would have to expand the idea of divine intervention to include our own capacity for maximizing good over evil.  

            Whatever our story, then, do we emphasize the negative (anti-Semites are always out to get us; there is no progress: first Pharaoh, then Hitler, now Hamas) or the positive (we are empowered to affect redemption; there is progress: from Egypt to Sinai and a promised land; a post-Shoah State of Israel and healthy diasporas; a reconstituted Jewish future when the war ends)? 

            One thing is certain. The Haggadah in all its forms emphasizes redemption. However bad our degradation, we conclude with the image of Elijah the prophet, and “Next year in Jerusalem.” I will end my seder as I always have – as Jews everywhere always have: with the promise of redemption.

            The late Rabbi Michael Robinson (z”l, may his memory be a blessing) recalled visiting Israel and tripping over some loose pavement. Shaken by the experience, he pulled himself onto a nearby bench to recover.  A rather pious-looking man passed by (a rebbe perhaps ?) and asked what happened.

            “I fell,” Rabbi Robinson explained.

            ”No,” said the rebbe, “You got up.”

            The Haggadah reminds us that Jews are the People who get up. 


[i] Cf., e.g., https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/conservative-and-liberal-brains-might-have-some-real-differences/#:~:text=The%20volume%20of%20gray%20matter,threats%2C%20is%20larger%20in%20conservatives; https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3807005/.

[ii] William James, Gifford lectures, 1901/02; published as The Variety of Religious Experience (1902: Modern Library Ed., New York: Random House, 1994), Lectures 4-7.

[iii] M. Pesachim 10:4,6. Those portions of the Mishnah between “Start with [Israel’s] degradation (matchil bignut); then finish with praise [to God] (um’sayem b’shevach)” in Mishnah 4; and “seal [the message] with redemption (v’chotem big’ulah)” in Mishnah 6 are later insertions. The verbal form (matchil, um’sayem, v’chotem) demonstrate that the three phrase go together.

[iv] Pes. 116a.

Open Letter to my Students 62: Deconversion, the War in Gaza, and the Next Generation.[i]

One of the hottest religious topics nowadays is “deconversion,” a word so new that it has yet to enter the official lexicon of most official English Dictionaries. The APA (American Psychological Association) describes it as “loss of one’s faith in a religion, as in a Catholic of many years who becomes an atheist or agnostic.” Jews might consider the concept alien, since we hardly have a religious “faith” to lose. 

We became a “faith,” after all, only under duress — in order to justify our citizenship in the post-Napoleonic nation states. We couldn’t be both Americans and Jews by nationality, and the western world didn’t recognize our traditional category of peoplehood, so we agreed to call ourselves a “religion,” which is to say, a “faith.” 

But we all know that Judaism is more than that. Christians who deny their faith become unchurched, lapsed, “deconverted.” Jews who leave the synagogue are not called “unsynagogued.” Even the most marginal Jews don’t use the word “lapsed.” But what about the new term, “deconverted”? Can Jews deconvert?

They can, and here is why.

Unlike Christianity, it has little to do with belief. Indeed, you have to work very hard to be read out of Judaism on grounds of belief alone. Most obviously you can adopt Jesus as your messiah; Jews for Jesus seems hopelessly oxymoronic to us. But we are not consistent. Lots of Jews are Buddhists too, Jubus: and we have no problem with that, because Buddhism too is more than just a religion, whereas Christianity, in theory, is not.

To be sure, in practice, Christianity too is a mixture of things: ethnic origins, for example (Italian, Irish and Polish Catholics are all Catholics even though they differ from one another). But whatever kind of Catholic you are, if you denounce the pope and renounce Catholic dogma and practice, you have deconverted. Jews who do not believe in God and ignore Jewish practice may still say they are Jewish and be counted as such. Hitler would have killed them; Israel is full of them.

So Jewish deconversion is about something other than faith. 

The equivalent of “faith” for us is identification as a member of the Jewish People, which we measure in two ways: how much we consider world Jewry to be “our people”; and whether we view Jewish history as “our story.” Think of the “evil child” at the seder, whose “sin” is asking “What is the point of this ritual to you” not “to me.” 

To all intents and purposes, both of these measures (people and story) have long been condensed into two pivotal symbolic events: the Sho’ah and Zionism. The former was the nightmare of our people almost destroyed. The latter was the dream of our people reborn and reunited with its past in the land of Abraham and Sarah; David and Solomon, Isaiah and Jeremiah.

Deconversion for Jews, then, is the process of turning one’s back on Jews across the globe, but especially in Israel (where almost half the world’s Jews now live); and opting out of Jewish history, especially where classical Zionism is concerned. So yes, Jews can “deconvert” and for the first time in memory, large numbers of them are doing so.

I mean, of course, young Jews with no memory of Israel before Netanyahu as prime minister: the growing cohort of Jews for whom Zionism is neither the Herzlian haven against anti-Semitism, nor the Ahad Ha’amian renaissance of Jewish culture — but rather, another right-wing state increasingly dominated by the West Bank settler movement and by ultra-Orthodox Haredim. The Gaza war is a tragedy on all counts: above all, the brutal Hamas attack itself, but also the military response (whether necessary or deplorable or both) which threatens to make Israel a pariah state, and which is catalyzing the next Jewish generation to renounce and to denounce – not the pope and Catholic teaching, but the Jewish state – both its people and its story. 

It follows that we can learn a lot from studies of Christian deconversion.

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1. Just giving our current generational alienation the neutral name of “deconversion” helps us think creatively about it. 

2.  Deconversion is best approached less as a sin than as a strategy, by which the deconverters respond to an overwhelming sense that they just cannot go on as they are without threatening their deepest moral convictions. They seek authenticity: a match between what their innermost selves affirm as true and the kind of world they can uphold and call their own. At stake for them is not just what they say but who they are.

3. Deconversion typically unfolds in stages. The Gaza war is not so much the beginning of it all as it is the most recent and most threatening next step of many. When young people first question their traditional familial values – as they have already, on many matters — they begin to feel isolated, as if being among their parents’ generation is like living among strangers. They gravitate to others like themselves, lest they suffer the loneliness of being a cognitive minority of one — even at the cost of turning a blind eye to ways in which those ideological “others” may actually be very different. Hence the phenomenon of Jews who protest the war alongside some otherwise questionable allies, rather than revert to the loneliness of ideological solitude. 

4. When people begin to deconvert, the absolute worst opposing strategy is to double down in denunciation: to “just say no.” Those who flirt with deconversion would really prefer remaining within the fold, if only the fold turns out to have some place for them. More than they choose freely to leave, they feel forced out, because the establishment is beyond even discussing matters with them, let alone conceding that what they feel so strongly about may have some moral merit. 

5. As with all conflicts, simply debating the actual point of conflict is unlikely to change positions. A better policy is organizing conversations about what lies behind the conflict, in this case, discussions like: What about Judaism matters to you? What can we all agree upon as the redeeming factors about Israel? What kind of Israel would we like to see? Where might we agree that it has gone wrong? What might a better Jewish community here at home look like? 

Such conversations are unlikely to occur while the war goes on and Jews on both sides get increasingly locked into their own respective positions. But until calmer times arrive, we can at least avoid mistaking would-be deconversionists as “the enemy.” Just resisting the vitriol will pay huge dividends later. 


[i] I am indebted to the following sources on deconversion.

Barbour, John. Versions of Deconversion: Autobiography and the Loss of Faith (Charlottesville: University of Virginia Press, 1994).

Bielo, James S. Emerging Evangelicals: Faith, Modernity and the Desire for Authenticity (New York and London: New York University Press, 2011).

Harding, Susan. “Converted By the Holy Spirit: the Rhetoric of Fundamental Baptist Conversion,” in American Ethnologist (14:1) February 1987:167-181.

Hempton, David. Evangelical Disenchantment: Nine Portraits of Faith and Doubt (New Haven: Yale University Press, 2008).

Marriott, John. The Anatomy of Deconversion: Keys to a Lifelong faith in a Culture Abandoning Christianity (Abilene: Abilene Christian University Press, 2020).

Stromberg, Peter G. Language and Self-Transformation: A Study of the Christian Conversion Narrative(Cambridge and New York: Cambridge University Press, 1993).

Open Letter to My Students 61: Reform Judaism in North America — The 150th-Anniversary Script [Conclusion]

[What follows are two different versions of the script’s conclusion, one that was used and one that was not. Looming over the decision was the question of how we should acknowledge the sins of our URJ past, the instances of sexual misconduct portrayed in the Debevoise-Plimpton Report of 2022, but also the parallel reports undertaken by HUC and the CCAR. Knowing that public apologies had been made by all these institutions, and that Rabbi Rick Jacobs was planning on apologizing once again as part of the 150th-anniversary weekend, but prior to the Saturday night performance, I did not write yet another apology into that performance itself.

When the committee of readers met, it was felt that the script needed such an apology; and that, also, we ought to apologize for yet another blot on our past, the many years of bias against women, LGBTQ+, and Jews of color. These issues had been explored in Acts 1 and 2, but the committee felt an actual final apology was in order. 

I therefore wrote a second version of the conclusion, which highlighted “confession of these sins” by drawing on al chet, from Yom Kippur. Judaism forbids ending any Torah or haftarah reading on a negative note, so (wanting to end on a note of promise, nechemta, as it is called), I moved from confession to profession, acknowledging our past accomplishments and looking toward a future where we might continue contributing to the story of the Jewish People and the moral compass of the world.  

It might have been possible to combine the two versions, but in the interests of time, we used only the second version. The first version did not even get to the point of final editing.

Still, I provide both versions here. I’d love to know which version you prefer, and whether you think we should have combined them both somehow.

Both versions ended with a series of leaders in our movement putting on a tallit and crafting their own version of “I am a Jew because….” Some of them sent me what they wanted to say in advance; others did not. Having just a partial record of their remarks, I am not including any of them here. I can say, however, that their statements were exceptionally moving.

One more thing. The idea of punctuating the script with “I am a Jew because….” came from Why I am a Jew  (Pourquoi Je Suis Juif, 1927), a by-now famous literary work by French Jew Edmond Fleg (1874-1963). The original version introduced the affirmations by our leaders today with Fleg’s own words of yesterday. The version that we used does not – it was dropped for purposes of time.

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VERSION ONE (that we did not use)

Let me tell you about progress. 

Progress is the difference 

between the world getting larger 

and the world getting smaller.

For countless millennia, 

Our ancestors were not Jews.

Not Abrahams and Sarahs,

But Adams and Eves.

They lived in tiny bands — large families, perhaps,

Their lives were short, 

Their imagination of the world’s enormity shorter. 

In time, the Sarahs and Abrahams arrived, 

The Josephs encountered empire,

Egypt at its height.

For their descendants,

The world was a trek across a desert,

The distance between old Pithom and Raamses at one end

And Jerusalem at the other,

On ancient Hebrew maps, and minds,

The Mediterranean was The yam hagadol, “the Great sea,” 

The largest that could be imagined. 

As the centuries unfolded

We Jews moved with them,

Mostly enjoying, but sometimes just enduring, 

Each and every chapter of Western history, 

Watching the world expand:

To Babylonia and Persia,

Then in caravans of Muslim trade,

Across North Africa, 

The magreb, “the west,” we thought it was, 

And all the way to Spain.

Then Italy, and over the Alps to Germany, France, and beyond,

Thinking Europe, for quite some time,

Not just the center of the world, 

But practically the only world there was, 

Until the explorers – of oceans, not just seas —

Whose ships maneuvered dangerous capes with fancy names,

The cape at Africa’s tip, 

Where turbulent seas could kill you, 

But aptly named

The “Cape of Good Hope.”

The world was expanding,

And with it, our imagination, as well.

As the world expanded. 

So too did human cruelty.

Conquering armies slaughtered and enslaved 

And called it “Discovering.”

It’s not the moral compass I’m describing, but the geographical one,

The simple truth that most of human history saw the world getting larger.

That giant wave of world-expansion hit its peak and then receded,

Leaving in its wake a world that gets smaller every day.

Railroads, airplanes, telegraphs, phones, the internet – 

The people we once knew as strangers are now our neighbors. 

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Reform Judaism is the chapter in our people’s history when the world began to shrink. Having once been strangers, we chose to see the larger human story as our own. Medieval Jews told the tale of Christians and Muslims, both, oppressing us; Reform Jews changed the story. They projected a time when Jews and Christians, Jew and Muslims, all the world’s peoples, would march through history, linked arm to arm, and declare the shrunken world a single neighborhood.

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Neighbors, unlike strangers, cannot be ignored,

And history will judge us 

On how well we measure up 

To the Reform mandate of our Jewish past:

It is our religious mission

To instruct the world on the heart of the stranger and the would-be neighbor;

And, ourselves,

To live the prophetic dream 

On which our Reform fathers and mothers staked their faith.

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Edmond Fleg, born Edmond Flegenheimer, in 1864, was an assimilated Jew. Finding nothing spiritual in the Judaism that surrounded him, he abandoned organized religion and became a liberal intellectual in Paris, with no Jewish ties at all. 

Just a weeks after he turned thirty, Alfred Dreyfus, a Jewish captain in the French army, was charged and tried for the crime of treason. Despite ample evidence that he had been framed, Dreyfus was relegated to rot in a cell on Devil’s Island, where he almost died. He was eventually released, but by then, the shock of seeing ordinary Parisians parading through the streets with anti-Semitic signs, reawoke Fleg to his Jewish identity. Another assimilated Jew, Theodor Herzl, covered the trials as a correspondent for a Viennese newspaper. Herzl founded Zionism, Fleg became a Zionist, and became convinced, “I was a Jew, essentially a Jew.”  

But knowing himself as well to be “of France, a Frenchman,” he sought the religious realities that made Judaism worth espousing, then listed them in a book entitled, Why I am a Jew.

Although he may not have known it – Reform Judaism was still taking shape, mostly  in Germany, not in France — his list was fully Reform in substance. They are now part of our Reform prayer book, a testimony to the power of Reform as an idea. 

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[the following go on a screen, select individual voices read each line] 

I am a Jew because the faith of Israel demands of me no abdication of the mind.
I am a Jew because the faith of Israel requires of me all the devotion of my heart.
I am a Jew because in every place where suffering weeps, the Jew weeps.
I am a Jew because at every time when despair cries out, the Jew hopes.
I am a Jew because the word of Israel is the oldest and the newest.
I am a Jew because the promise of Israel is the universal promise.
I am a Jew because, for Israel, the world is not yet completed; humanity is completing it.
I am a Jew because, above the nations and Israel, Israel places the unity of humanity.

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The most interesting part of Fleg’s book is his dedication. He wrote it not just for himself, but dedicated to his as yet unborn grandchild.

And that is why we meet tonight, to dedicate ourselves.

Not for ourselves alone, 

But for the as yet unborn Jewish generations.

It is to them, that we now pledge our faith.

(Conclusion with tallitot and “I am a Jew” statements: Final singing, Halleluyah)

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VERSION TWO (the version that we used)

Judaism floats upon the changing tides of time,

But as much as every wave may look the same, 

The one that matters most is the one that we are riding, 

And some waves crash upon the shores of Jewish destiny with particular promise.

Such was the wave of light and hope 

That broke upon the sands of our medieval Jewish past,

And then receded,

Carrying away the notion that Judaism could not change,

And leaving in its wake the refreshing joy of possibility

That we now call Reform.

Such too is the wave which washes over us even now, 

The re-reforming of Reform.

A sign of the times is our revisiting of our past,

Glorious indeed, but not without blemish,

Some blemishes of magnitude enough

To merit the hideous label, “sin.”

We have begun to comprehend the sin of sexual abuse,

Abetted by the sin of silence over time.

Al chet shechatanu

To the victims and before God,

We admit and repent of such abuse among our ranks.

At last, too, we have begun 

To cleanse our house of the toxic idea 

That tribe and people are the same.

We are indeed a people, not a tribe

And tribal prejudice disappears — only very slowly,

Especially against Jews of color.

Al chet shechatanu

To the victims and before God,

We admit and repent of the sin of tribal thinking.

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But let us do more than confess.

Let us profess too,

Profess with pride the indelible impact for good 

That we properly remember as our story.

{this paragraph was dropped, to save time; I add it in here.

Those headier times,

When the founders of Reform 

Did more than move their homes outside the ghetto walls.

When they moved their minds as well into the wider world,

Committed to the promise of a universal God

Who tasks the Jewish People with a mission,

The “mission of Israel,” they said,

Not just to bring God’s presence into the world, 

But to be God’s presence within the world.}

Let us look ahead,

To contemplate the privilege 

Of charting a future brighter still.

We are not done yet!

“For everything there is a season,” we Jews know,

“A time for every matter under heaven. 

A time to be born and a time to die….

A time to break down and time to build up.”

We pray with all our might 

That the faults which we confess 

Will die, break down, dissipate, dissolve, and disappear.

Let them be carried out to sea by the tidal wave of change and challenge

That washes clean offensive residue of former times,

And leaves behind a vacuum to be filled with all that must be born afresh, 

Newly planted and built up.

We pledge with all our might

To saturate the world with prophetic promise: 

Healing, hope and wholeness!

Decency, dignity, divinity!

The brilliance of humanity at its best,

And all that makes creation good, as God intended it! 

That has been our message these one hundred and fifty years.

It remains our message even now. 

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Rabbi Rick Jacobs on Video: “The work ahead is to further shape a Judaism that is relevant, that is joyful, that is courageous, that is nourishing of the soul, and that becomes the Judaism that the dominant slice of North American Jews live every single day. 

We have a sense of mission to build a more just, a more equitable, a more whole, a more joyful, and a more peaceful world.”

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(Conclusion: movement leaders, one at a time, put on tallit and say…)

I am a Reform Jew because …

[L’khi Lakh underscore when all tallitot wearers finish their statements: then segue into final Shehecheyanu]

Open Letter to My Students 60: Reform Judaism in North America — The 150th-Anniversary Script (Act 5): A Doorway not a Fence 

[This is the fifth and final act of the script celebrating 150 years of Reform Judaism in America. Some people have properly pointed out that Reform synagogues began much earlier, all the way back to Charleston’s Reformed Society of Israelites, which undertook liturgical reform in 1824. More precisely, then, this script celebrates Reform Judaism from the time of its birth as an official movement, in 1873.

From 1824 to 1873, Reform congregations multiplied, as more and more congregations undertook various reforms, some of them more radical than others, some of them more akin to what we now call Conservative Judaism (which had yet to come into being). The expansion of congregations in those early years is an apt prologue to the subject of this final act, the expansion of “Who is a Jew,” “What Jews do we welcome into our midst?” and “How fully do we welcome them?”

That is to say: “To what extent is Reform Judaism a doorway (that admits people in) not a fence (that keeps them out).” For most of Jewish history, Jews have been wary of expanding the boundaries of who is a Jew; and even within the Jewish fold, some Jews were more equal than others. Most evidently, a strict patriarchy excluded women from being fully counted, but there were other restrictions as well – against deaf Jews, for example, who were classified alongside children and the mentally incompetent. 

This final act traces North American Reform Judaism’s breakthrough approach of inclusion, rather than exclusion. The most obvious examples include:

  1. Active outreach to people who are in some way engaged with (or as) Jews, but who are not Jews themselves, because they feel excluded (either formally or informally) from full Jewish status; 
  2. The expansion of matrilinear descent to allow children of Jewish mothers or fathers to be considered fully Jewish; 
  3. Proclaiming women as equal to men, and able, therefore, to serve as cantors and rabbis. 
  4. Expanding that principle of equality to the LGBTQ+ community; and 
  5. Actively opening our ranks to the full gamut of humanity, most specifically, to people of color. 

Reform has never been just “not Orthodox.” From its inception, it has been a distinctive, even a revolutionary, ideology of Judaism, with a straight line running through its celebration of the Jewish People as part and parcel of human universalism to its more recent demand that we remove biases and impediments to full Jewish identity for all who wish properly to claim it. 

The master image of Act 5 is “immigration,” not just the usual notion of immigration from abroad, but immigration also from within – and a redefinition of immigration (in both cases) as a group or class of people to whom already privileged society finally grants equality of voice. 

Among the values underscored here — the most important, to my mind — is “dignity.” In the original script, the centrality of dignity was introduced by a particular memory that I have from my student days at HUC, when I served as a student rabbi for the deaf – the inclusion of deaf Jews being an early example of Reform’s expanding Jewish “doorway.” In the end, regrettably, the recollection was omitted from the final production (because of time limitations) but I have added it back in here {in braces}. In retrospect, I wish we had retained it! It was followed a much longer version of the celebration of dignity – which, also, was cut. I substitute here that longer version for the truncated one that was part of the performance.]

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Act 5: A Doorway, not a Fence

They say that we, in North America are nations of immigrants,

And so we are.

But not entirely.

Our United States and Canada were once not ours at all.

Unless we are the native peoples, we are indeed immigrants 

Going back, at most, a few hundred years, 

And for most of us, a whole lot less than that.

They say, as well, 

That most of us came in one of two migrations,

The German wave and the Polish/Russian one,

Some, also, Sephardim, who arrived here first,

And a few of us later: survivors of the Shoah.

Without migrations to enrich our ranks, 

We Jews would be a sorry sort,

Shrinking in numbers, aging in body, 

Our passions declining, 

Our story devolving into yesterday’s memories, 

With barely an idea of tomorrows beyond number.

What chroniclers will we have to narrate our further chapters?

What photographers will connect the pictures of our past with photos of our future?

A healthy people needs passionate newcomers,

New migrations, with visions of their own. 

In truth, it is God’s blessing to provide migrations even now,

Because migrations need not come from foreign lands,

They need not ever have crossed an ocean.

Migration need not be a geographic thing at all!

Enslaved Africans were brought in chains,

Against their will, 

Never granted the title “migration.”

Migrants are those whose presence is acknowledged

And who find their voice among us.

Migration is the name we give to people newly noticed,

They may have been here all along, 

But only now are recognized, 

Conceded presence, 

Accorded dignity.

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{For a very long time, rabbinic students were arbitrarily assigned to congregational internships. In 1965, my second student year, I was sent to be the rabbi at Temple Beth Or of the Deaf, in New York. One of the members taught me sign language; another interpreted for me until I was able to manage things myself. The founding member, an extraordinary woman of wisdom and of valor, the single and singular Founding Mother actually (so influential was she), took me under her wing and taught me more about being a rabbi than I have room here to say. 

When I first received my assignment, I was told of another organization for the Jewish deaf that had been run for years by a hearing woman hired by Federation. I visited her for advice, and was appalled when she told me, “Don’t give the deaf much responsibility. They cannot handle it. We have movies every Friday night, for example, and I choose what they are; they wouldn’t be able to do even that.”

Temple Beth Or was founded by deaf Jews who could not abide the paternalistic demoralization that characterized that organization. They made an appointment with Rabbi Daniel Davis, the regional director of the URJ – then the UAHC – in greater New York to investigate the possibility of founding a synagogue. To his everlasting credit, Davis supported them through thick and thin, even well after they had come into being. 

Temple Beth Or of the Deaf was an early instance of what has now become our Union’s central affirmation of welcome. It adopted a founding motto that you now will understand in full. “Temple Beth Or of the Deaf,” it read, “There is no dignity without religion.”

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“What business are we in?” 

That can well be the most important question of our day,

Of any day, really,

Even for us meeting here,

Our Union for Reform Judaism.

It is not too much to say 

That we are in the dignity business,

Welcoming the world into our ranks,

Born Jews, Jews by choice, 

All who find meaning within the Jewish orbit; 

The straight, the queer, the black, the white, 

Chinese, Chilean, Iranian, 

Old and young.

Real welcome is a transcendent statement 

Of the highest moral merit.

The moment we are born,

And even after we die,

Judaism guarantees this elemental gift 

K’vod hab’riyot

Honor, for just being human.

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(from Mishnah Sanhedrin 4:5; Tosefta Sanhedrin 8:4-9) “Why was only a single specimen of humanity created first? So no race or class may claim a nobler ancestry, saying, ‘Our father was born first’; and, finally, to give testimony to the greatness of God, who brought such wonderful human diversity into the world from just a single prototype.

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This universal welcome of all who seek to be among us

Returns us to our roots,

To the very way we began, 

150 years and more ago,

When reformers first began the work from which we benefit.

They knew, as we do, 

That ghettoes are not merely places,

They are states of mind,

The founders of Reform

Did more than move their homes outside the ghetto walls.

They moved their minds as well into the wider world.

Committed to the promise of a universal God

Who tasks the Jewish People with a mission,

The “mission of Israel,” 

They swore

Not just to bring God’s presence into the world, 

But to be God’s presence within the world.}

*

Opening wide our doors is a transcendent statement

Of the highest moral merit. 

The offer of no less a thing than dignity among us.

Dignity! 

A gemstone that cannot be bought,

The touchstone of what human beings are:

The very image of God.

Gathered in this room we see:

The many migrations in our midst,

From without and from within,

People taking their rightful place at last.

*

Our first migration from within:

Women,

Who, for our first century as Reform Jews, 

Were officially invisible: 

No women rabbis, cantors, temple presidents,

Until half a century ago. 

The migration of LGBTQ+ followed,

So eloquently voiced in a 1989 declaration of conscience

By Rabbi Alexander M. Schindler

In that watershed moment when thousands were suddenly dying of AIDS.

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[Rabbi Schindler’s words read aloud:] I, the leader of this movement for Reform Judaism; I, a refugee, from Hitler’s Germany… declare myself a mourner for all those who have died of AIDS,

I declare myself a rabbi for all Jews, at every moment of life, not only for heterosexual Jews, or for gay Jews only at their funerals.

.I declare myself the compassionate ally of every person who is wrestling with the shame, the confusion, the fear, the endless torment involved in the inner struggle for identity…. when all is said and done, a struggle for the integrity of selfhood.

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Our parents, children, brothers, sisters, siblings all,

Now share their voices: 

Another transformation still in process, 

Accompanied now by admissions of guilt:

Change has not come easily —

Nor painlessly, for many.

Rabbi Jackie Ellenson (on screen): As sad and painful as all these ethics investigations have been, they have enabled all of us to be honest about what we have experienced. I’d like to think the world, that the world’s problems in terms of gender discrimination, are solved, but we know they are not. So when we talk about inclusivity now, we are not only or exclusively talking about the issue of women in the rabbinate. We’re talking about people anywhere on the gender spectrum. We’re talking about Jews of Color. We’re talking about how to make what we say and pray truthful. 

Look round and see – 

How many Jews by choice are now among us,

And those who are not converts but who keep Jewish homes, raise Jewish children,

Join the Jewish conversation, 

And rightly claim their place and voice.

Those also who, for their own reasons, 

Are explorers still, 

Curating an identity in the warm embrace of Jewish values.

See also, still just here and there, signs of what is yet to come,

Those of every race and group of origin

Who are now “Us.”

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(I have a Voice (Arian) sung)

I am a Reform Jew because Reform Judaism lives out its belief that we really are all made in the image of God. I feel welcomed and affirmed as a member of the Jewish People. 

I am a Reform Jew because Reform Judaism respects who I am. I take pride in a synagogue that is forever expanding with the full gamut of people whom God has created.  

I am a Reform Jew because Reform Judaism is not tribal. I don’t have to be born into Judaism to be fully Jewish and to claim the Jewish heritage and Peoplehood as my own. 

(Response)

For the incredible beauty of the entire human family;

For synagogues that give place, voice, and dignity to all;

For communities that embrace, that reach out and draw in, and that demonstrate God’s reality among us ;

Anachnu modim lakh: “We praise you God and give you thanks.”

(Halleluyah – Brazilian chorus v 3 [shama/teruah] chorus)