We began the day in Jaffa; port; alleys; church; Peter; Jonah; Market – a simple way to start our journey. The skies were blue; the air was dry; welcome to Israel in May. But the day would not end as it began with basic truths and Bible stories and a man with a mission to spread the Jesus story to Rome (Peter) and a man running from God calling him to proclaim the truth of repentance and forgiveness to Nineveh (Jonah).
The stuff of life.
And then we drove to South Tel Aviv and Maayan took us on a Graffiti tour all of which were created since October 7th. Powerful stuff. She asked us to post this one.
The UN’s Refusal to See, Speak or Hear
Of the sexual violence committed by Hamas against the women then and probably still now. There is so much to say about the courage and creativity of these artists. Another day.
We ended our day with a briefing at the Headquarters of the Hostages Families Forum. They advocate for the kidnapped and abducted and care for the families of the hostages financially, emotionally, physically, and in any way that they can. We heard from two members of different hostage families. Daniel Lifschitz whose grandfather is 83 years old and is still sitting in a tunnel or cell somewhere in Gaza or worse and Gilad Korngold, father of Tal Shoham whose son was abducted with his wife, two children and other members of his family. All but Tal were released in a Hostage deal. Tal is still in captivity.
You can’t imagine the power of their stories. You can’t believe the words you are hearing. Your brain processes the narratives; your heart just breaks. It was a profoundly powerful introduction to Israel post 10/7. Each hostage is a hole in Israel’s soul. There is a sense of loss and betrayal. There is anger against their government and the nation player states that do not demand from Hamas a return of the innocent. I could go on but there is still tomorrow and other stories and an Israel that is the home of a people connected to this land, building and rebuilding from the past a future of hope. Look for Israel Diary 4. But for now:
It is early in the morning (like I mean middle of the night), and I thought that by sleeping till 6:30 AM yesterday I had conquered the jet lag. Hubris. I actually played a game with myself when I woke a bit ago; I guessed what time it was without looking at the clock and I agreed to be satisfied if it was past 4:00. I lost.
The rest of our crew arrived yesterday at various times. They spent the morning sleeping and we went to visit an old friend who used to live in Nahariya and is now in a “Mishan” (Assisted Living Residence) in Ramat Aviv, just outside of Tel Aviv. She Is a textile artist and specialized in Judaica. We discovered each other when we were searching for someone to create a wall hanging in memory of Eileen’s mother, Beatrice. When we shared with Adina Bea’s life and her values and told her that Bea’s Hebrew name was Brachah (Blessing), she proposed to create a piece that incorporated the prayer for peace that includes as part of the text her Hebrew name. The prayer’s text is surrounded by vine and fig leaves as in “And everyone shall dwell under their own vine and fig tree, and none shall make them afraid.” (Micah 4:4). It hangs on the north wall of Temple Israel’s sanctuary.
The weather is beautiful in Tel Aviv. So we sat outside on her patio only big enough for two chairs and a table – but there was room for a small garden between the privacy wall and the patio. There was a vine growing. It looked like zucchini to me but Adina who had only lived there for 3 months thought it might be watermelon. We agreed we would just have to wait and see.
And that is somewhat the mood among so many of the Israelis we have met. It is a wait and see but live your life praying for peace and unafraid, at least on the outside. The beaches of Tel Aviv are full of young people playing soccer and soccer volleyball, running, surfing, enjoying life. The restaurants are full even if the hotels are not. This may be an observation that is skewered by my living in Palm Beach County but I have seen more pregnant women in our two days here than I see in a month in WPB. And there seems to me to be pride in their swelling bellies almost a statement about the future.
Tomorrow we meet our tour guide and head start our “tour”. We will be in Jaffa; we will be examining the grafiti wall art that has been created since October 7; we will be in Hostage Square meeting with families; we will welcome Shabbat there and pray again for a better future.
It is our first morning in Tel Aviv. We flew in yesterday on a long direct flight from Miami. El Al is the only airline flying direct from the US and we had to scramble to get tickets when our United flight was canceled. United cancelled all Tel Aviv flights till June. Might have been a little more helpful if they let us know more than two days in advance. But its ok- we are here.
Landed at Ben Gurion on time; sad to see such an empty airport. Sad to see the pictures of the hostages lining the walkway from arrival to passport control. The plane was totally full; the TV screen in front of you kept scrolling a poignant message: El AL will always bring you home. (Or some variation of that).
We took a walk on the beach last night. It was alive and filled with people. The traffic is still terrible; the food is still delicious; there seems to be more Israeli flags flying and of lots of signs referencing the hostages and a demand to bring them home – now.
Our plans this morning are to take a GET to Ramat Aviv and visit with our friend Adina who is now living in a some version of an Israeli senior living facility. Then we will meet up with the family and see how everyone is faring from their flights. I have made my first cup of coffee in the room – only one minor disaster- couldn’t get the Nespresso machine to work and had to switch over to instant spilling a fair amount of hot water. But I successfully updated my GET App (Israeli alternative to Uber). And I slept through the night. All is good.
My plan is a short blog a day while here. Maybe too ambitious, but at least it’s a plan. Shalom from Tel Aviv.
Ps – I am using my IPAD and can’t seem to control all the features so things like images are problematic. Hence screen shot above having too much info. Hey – you do what you can.
The other day when I was rearranging our storage unit (which Eileen insists is smaller than everyone else’s), I found a pile of old sermons on 4 x 6 white card stock. Some were handwritten; most were typewritten. They’ve been there long enough that the rubber bands holding them together were disintegrating. I’ve been ignoring them for a long time. But the past has its way you know. It has its way.
The first one I read was from 1982 my first year at Temple Israel. It happened to be on what we then called “Federation Shabbat” and I quoted an article from the Palm Beach Post, from the previous Monday.
“Reports by the Anti-Defamation League that anti-Semitic violence and vandalism more than doubled in the past year are disturbing. The league counted 974 incidents in 1981 as compared with 377 in 1980. That 24 of those incidents occurred in Florida (as compared with only two of the previous year) is simply shameful.”
On April 16th of this year, the ADL reported, 8,873 incidents of assaults, harassment, and vandalism across the country. That is a 140-percent increase from 2022.
In my sermon in 1982, I told the following story. (Is this obnoxious me quoting myself?)
An American Jew with connections was visiting Israel for the first time. Knowing some of the “right people”, he was taken to an Israeli Air Force Base. After seeing the planes, the training courses, and the classrooms, he stopped on the edge of a large field where he saw Israeli soldiers carrying each other piggy-back style from one end to the other. The visitor turned to his guide and asked, “good natured fun? R & R after the tensions of the day?” The guide smiled and said, “absolutely not, this is training. The plane they will fly only carries two people. If the plane goes down and one of them is injured, they are strengthening their muscles so that the healthy one can carry the wounded. They are learning survival. They must know to the core of their being that they are dependent on each other.”
So, what do we do? We read the news; we follow the updates; we support financially and every way we can those organizations that are fighting antisemitism and supporting Jewish students who are currently the most vulnerable; we stay vigilant and strong.
And we know that there are good people of many faiths and traditions who stand by our side.
And we know that to the core of our being we are called upon to carry each other.
And we know that hatred is contagious, and we fight for all when we fight for ourselves.
And we know that there is no such thing as an innocent bystander – we are all called to be upstanders.
Don’t crumble, don’t shy away from the struggle. Don’t give our haters a “win”.
Be proud; be proud; be proud. Being Jewish is a blessing.
It’s the last day of Passover (for Reform Jews and Israeli Jews) and I am thinking about the ratio of strawberry jelly to whipped butter on my egg matzah. (By the way – I think it’s very strange that the NYT almost always spells it “matzo”. Now that I think of it, I have three different brands of matzah in my house (Streit’s, Manischewitz and Yehuda) and they all use the “matzo” spelling.) I am trying to perfect the amount of pressure to use when spreading butter on the matzah before it breaks. Although I think that it is smarter to break the matzah before taking it out of the box – less crumbs. And isn’t Gluten Free Matzah a game changer, especially if you get the onion flavor? Eileen wanted to know if we could use it at the Seder. But the side of the box says: not for Seder use and the blessing to be said over it isn’t even the Motzi. (The blessing we say over bread). The blessing is the one we use over things that have lots of different ingredients, especially if they didn’t grow from the ground or a tree or a bush.
But back to crumbs. I have no apology in me for six months of inactivity on this blog. Do I really want to say this? I just couldn’t write. Depression? Fear? Angst? Paralysis? Between Israel and worry; Antisemitism and anger; the political climate in Washington and frustration; the presidential polls and fear of what the election might bring; the hostages and hope; struggling to keep the faith; praying for peace and a cessation of suffering both in Israel, Gaza, the Ukraine and countless other places I confess I do not pay enough attention to.
That’s probably why it is easier to get out the dust buster to pick up the pieces. I can do something about the mess in the kitchen. I feel fairly powerless when it comes to everything else. I know, I know. This is a democracy, and every voice has a place, every voice is heard. Really – seems to me it is mostly the ones that are screaming the loudest and the most extreme. Genocide? Do they even know what that means? And West Palm Beach or probably to be exact Palm Beach County had more incidents of antisemitism than any other county in Florida? And our college campuses? Did I say I wonder if things will ever get back to what we use to call normal?
But enough – tonight it is Pizza. Although there was an article that Corey sent me recently that posits that the original matzah that the Rabbis were eating in the first century or so was soft and pliable more like pita than cardboard. Now that would be a real game changer. And what do you think of the Manischewitz rebranding? Maybe we need to rebrand the world.
Hanukkah is over and I can’t sleep. It took me forever last night to fall into sleep. Very unusual for me since I am usually unconscious in minutes after finding whatever is the right position on the pillow for that moment. It was the news. Specifically, it was the report that the IDF confirmed that three of the hostages held by Hamas were killed by what we used to call (in Vietnam at least) friendly fire. That means that in the fog of war, they were mistaken for the enemy and shot to death by those whose mission was to save them.
I hate that phrase “fog of war”. I understand it but I still hate it. It makes me think of scenes from a war movie – when the smoke from tear gas or the airborne dust from a recent bombardment or the mist from the English Channel in a WWI trench scene is obscuring your vision and it is tough to determine foe or friend. It makes me ask if the fog is physical, emotional, intellectual or all of the above. It makes me wonder where does this all end; what is success; when and how do we say: we won?
Don’t yell at me yet; don’t get me wrong. I am not voting with the UN for an immediate cease fire. I ask again and again: why is there no worldwide demand for the immediate return of all the hostages? Hanukkah is over and I am just sad. For all the lives lost – Children and women, mothers and fathers, grandparents and babies, Israelis and Arabs and innocent people whose light has been extinguished by the hatred ignited on October 7th. That means there would be no fog of war if Hamas hadn’t slaughtered, raped, maimed, kidnapped, tortured, over a thousand people in their rage of death. They showed their true face – evil. And they forced Israel to respond. Too bad we can’t invent a bullet that only targets bad guys.
I could go on and on and you are very kind to let me vent. But I have no solution. Yes, “two states” sounds good on paper. Cease Fire are pious words. But not now, not yet – bring them home first. Bring them home. It’s too late for there to be no missing candles; too many have died, and their light has been snuffed out. But let’s light with what’s left.
There is so much swirling in my mind that I don’t know where to begin. I could begin with what is happening on too many of our finest colleges and universities. The other night Eileen and I were talking with two of our grandchildren – Corey was sharing people posting about the lockdown at the Kosher dining room at Cornell and Sammy was sharing about the competing demonstrations at Tulane which ended in violence as two demonstrators on a truck were burning an Israeli flag. Or go right to the pages of the newspapers or visuals on our multiple screens as we are bombarded with images of the sad and terrifying consequences of hatred and war.
But if I am really true to myself, I should begin simply. I am living with a pit in my stomach. Every time someone asks me how I am, I have to weigh my answer. Do they really want to know that I am angry, tearful, sad, feeling impotent, frustrated, and pretending to be fine. Do they really want to know that I am unsuccessfully trying to limit the amount of news I consume on a daily basis? Do they really want to know how worried I am about Israel and America on many fronts?
Rabbi Lawrence Hoffman, Ph.D. is one of my teachers. He taught liturgy at the Hebrew Union College-Jewish Institute of Religion in New York and was one of the founders of Synagogue 2000. He continues to teach through his blogs and newsletter called “An Open Letter To My Students.” In his latest letter, he opens:
“Here’s what I know about the war: Hamas is a radicalized terrorist group that would slaughter every Jew in Israel, if it could: think of it as “another six million.” Israel must try to eliminate it. Israel must also try to limit collateral damage to Gaza civilians. But war is hell and there is no way to avoid at least some such casualties, especially because of the way Hamas embeds itself among civilians and their institutions.
I know something else also: Jews are news; and the media are happily pandering to a public that cannot get enough of blood and gore, this time factual, not fictional, so all the more sensational and saleable – like those “True crime” series, but “True War” instead. I know also that except for ever-new examples of wartime horror, most of the pundits, analysts, and commentators don’t know anything more than I do. Anyone who knows the important stuff, like the Israelis’ actual military strategy, can’t talk about it.”
He’s right you know. There’s a lot we don’t know and the absolute right of Israel to defend itself is non-negotiable. Here’s things I don’t know. I don’t know what the end game is going to be. I don’t know as the war gets messier (as it has in the last few days) how long our friends are going to stick with us. I don’t know how to balance my sympathy for innocent deaths of civilians in Gaza with my belief that the IDF is waging a war against an enemy that has no regard for human life (Arab or Israeli) and would slaughter us all if it could. I don’t know why we even distinguish between American and Israeli hostages. They are all innocent and they all deserve to come home alive. I don’t know what to do next.
This much I think I know. It is not business as usual. And if you gave to the organization of your choice to support Israel – give again. And if you have given to help fight the rising tide of antisemitism – give again. And above all: whatever your relationship with this thing we call Judaism – wear it with pride – find a way to express what it means to you – and celebrate it.
Go to Synagogue; Buy Israeli wine; Be proud on social media; Light an extra candle for the 200 plus hostages; Wear a blue ribbon. blueribbonsforisrael.org Thank your senator or representative in congress for supporting Israel even if you are not in tune with the rest of their agenda. Ask the organization of your choice how you can help. Don’t hide your feelings – and if you are conflicted by all of this – know this: you are not alone. We need each other now more than ever. Find your community and be with it.
I don’t think I have ever reposted something on this Blog. But this needs to be said and read and reread and remembered and told time and time again. The attack on Israel yesterday is not business as usual. The attempt to blame a failure of Israeli intelligence may be fair but it is premature. The explanation that Hamas is using a perceived weakness in the fabric of Israeli society because of the demonstrations against the current government may be true but it is irrelevant. The pontification that this attack 50 years after the Yom Kippur war is linked to the nascent Saudi – Israel “deal” is speculation. We all want to make sense of the senseless. This is what is true. Hamas wants to destroy Israel. And that means kill Jews.
So I am reposting an article by Bari Weiss. This is from “The Free Press”, described by Bari herself as “A new media company built on the ideals that were once the bedrock of American journalism.” It is described by others as conservative and progressive, controversial and incendiary. It always gives you something to think about. I am a paid subscriber – just so you know where I am coming from.
An aside: On Friday night I was at Temple Israel. The Rabbis were unrolling the Torah Scroll in the Social Hall and we were all standing in a circle as the parchment reached around the room and came into our white gloved hands. We were celebrating the Torah’s unending gift of ancient stories and moral truths, poetry, exhortations, unpleasant facts, history and ritual that some call God’s truth. I was joking with the person next to me that we were going to run out of Torah or that here I am standing on the outside of the Scroll. We thought that either of these were good Blog titles.
And the next morning we woke up. And our enemies (yes – our) reminded us of one of the oldest truths. But not now – now – read this and know:
ISRAEL AT WAR.
“You are about to withstand a barrage of lies about the war that broke out today in Israel.
Some of those lies will be explicit. Some of them will be lies of omission. Others will be lies of obfuscation. Or lies of minimization. Lies told by people who are simply too afraid to look at such an ugly, barbarous reality. And lies told by people whose true beliefs are too ugly to quite say aloud. Turn on cable news and you can hear some of them right now.
So let’s get some facts straight.
Israel was attacked last night. It was attacked by Hamas terrorists who streamed over the border from Gaza. They came on foot and on motorbikes. They came by truck and by car and by paraglider. They came to Israel to murder and maim and mutilate anyone they could find. And that is what they did.
It is impossible to know the numbers of the dead or the missing or the injured.
The official numbers as of this writing: 300 Israelis dead; 1,590 wounded. And dozens—maybe many more—taken hostage into Gaza. They include women, elders, and children.
Young festival-goers running for their lives. Teenage girls dragged by their hair by terrorists. An old woman forced to pose with a Hamas rifle. A mother—a hostage—cradling two redheaded babies in her arms.
I have friends in Israel. Each one of them has a story of someone they know who is missing. Or injured. Or killed. This was not a tit-for-tat. This was not a justifiable military response, or just another day in a cycle of violence. This was the slaughter of innocent civilians.
New York City’s Democratic Socialists of America today announced a protest in honor of the attacks. It’s called All Out for Palestine: “In solidarity with the Palestinian people and their right to resist 75 years of occupation and apartheid.” The anti-Zionist group IfNotNow explained the attacks as Israel’s fault and said of the dead Jews: “Their blood is on the hands of the Israeli government.”
You will see a lot like this in the coming days. Ancient lies told in new language whose end is always, strangely, the same: a justification for genocide.
Think about 9/11 and the kind of shock and terror we felt. That is what Israelis feel today. That is the level of devastation Israel is now experiencing.
We are left with so many questions:
How did this happen?
Who is to blame for this catastrophic security failure?
How will Israel respond? How will the country save the hostages in Gaza?
What was the extent of Iran’s involvement in this sophisticated operation?
Will this change the Biden administration’s policy toward the Islamic Republic?
And so many more.
Those are the questions that require answers. But for today, while others offer mealy-mouthed pablum, we want to do something simple: to tell the truth—plainly—about a catastrophic day.
It is Yom Kippur morning, and some people probably are thinking what is he doing using the computer. But what do you do in between waking up and heading to Synagogue since if fasting there is no coffee to make and no cereal to pour. I reread my Yizkor Drash (that means short sermon) and decided that even if it needed more editing, it was done. I tried to sleep late but that didn’t work – it never does for me; if I sleep past seven, I must be sick.
And so, I’m thinking about my sins. Don’t worry I am not confessing them to you. (at least not in lurid detail.) What a loaded word, “sin”. Like there is a universal standard; I am more inclined to a sliding scale. In the Yom Kippur liturgy, there is a prayer that lists our sins alphabetically. In that spirit I am going to concentrate only on the “Ses” – is that how you pluralize the letter “S”?
Some of you know me well and won’t be surprised by this litany. You can probably add a few more – feel free – in the spirit of this day, I can take it – I know I don’t know all my shortcomings and maybe that is its own blessing or sin. I am starting with stubborn.
It is hard for me to admit I am wrong, and it is hard for me to ask for advice (or directions). Although and I was going to save this admission for the end the ageing process is making that easier. (Ageing process — I really mean getting older or if I am really confessing here: I really mean getting old. Period.) And I think that everything I cook is delicious and I think that all the words I write are profound and I have a hard time telling Eileen she is right which is probably my biggest mistake on many levels.
I’m also selfish. It’s a silent kind of selfish. I would give my kids and grandchildren anything in my power they asked for (almost). But I am nowhere near as selfless as Eileen who is one of the best gift givers almost to a fault. There’s another sin: Judging her by my artificial standard. But back to selfish. In my retirement I am beginning to like that word – it is ok to think of your own needs and wants as long as it isn’t exclusive to all others. I’m back to sin on a sliding scale.
But enough: It is time to get ready for Judaism’s communal confession – time to get ready for services and find in the ancient prayers contemporary words that will enter my heart. I’ll save the rest of my confessions for the prayer book.
For the life of me I cannot cut a mango. Rachel has tried to show me the difference between the soft side of the mango and the stone side. She says to start with the fuller soft side away from the pit. Another of my mango teachers peels it and then cuts the fruit into cute little cubes. Me, I stand over the sink and usually lose half the flesh to the drain but do manage to really enjoy sucking the pit. When they are ripe, they are among my favorite fruit.
Here’s an understatement – it goes to show me that I can’t do everything, and I don’t know everything, and I can’t experience everything. I certainly didn’t know the word “fomo” until today. I think it’s an anacronym and not a new word but what do I know? Fomo is the fear of missing out. It is probably out of fomo that I watched the Republican Debate the other night. I was shocked that I made it to the end and even hung in there for a few minutes of the post show.
I probably shouldn’t be writing this because it is bound to make someone reading it angry/upset/disappointed. But here’s a take. I give the Fox moderators credit for asking some of the hard questions. Even if they lost control too much of the time. I give Ron DeSantis credit for diverting the question about climate change. It is too bad because it never really got answered and given the extreme weather of this summer it certainly needs at least (to say the least) a serious discussion. I give Vivek credit for the being the largest personality of the stage – not the best, not the most qualified but he knew how to practically steal the game. And I am now totally confused. Is buying an electric vehicle good for the environment or bad – (the whole bit with batteries made in China increasing pollution from coal and fossil fuels.)? Mike Pence gets the title of Mr. Religious. His Christianity scares me even though he deserves praise for his courage to do the right thing on January 6th. I really liked Nikki Haley standing up for herself and all women confronting bullshit when she heard it and reminding us that the abortion issue isn’t all that simple. And who am I forgetting: the governor of NJ who seemed to get the most boos from the audience and the one who wasn’t there in person but whose invisible presence ruled the stage and ….?
I began with how to peel a Mango and morphed to fomo. It all happened on a Wednesday night in August when my TV didn’t understand how I could be watching Fox News for over two hours. It’s all about things that are beyond my understanding and skill level. It’s all about how tough it is to peel away the core values of our country – free and inclusive; bravely facing tough challenges; preserving the freedoms we believe we have; protecting the vulnerable; pursuing a sweeter tomorrow for all. I do have fomo; I am afraid my grandchildren will miss out on the America I was born into and I was blessed to live in to this day. I know what to do. Stand up; work for the causes I believe in; support candidates who model my values; vote. But I’m still afraid.
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