Pete Seeger and Camp Blue Mountain… I Thank them both For Making me a Zionist by age 10

My earliest memories of attending Bar Mitzvah and wedding parties back in the late 50’s and early 60’s include “flash backs” to undulating waves of guests in circles within circles, holding hands and dancing to “Hava Nagilah,” and “Tzena, Tzena, Tzena.” The first few strains from the band brought everyone to their feet (after kicking off their shoes) and running to the center of the room. Everyone knew the words, and everyone sang. It wasn’t a “Jewish affair” without these songs. There was electricity in the air as guests from all over the country were united by a common thread of Jewish (and Israeli) Pride.

Then, Israel was a new state, so new in fact, that it didn’t have a national “sound” reflecting the youth and energy of a new nation. Then Pete Seeger’s recording of “Tzena, Tzena, Tzena” was released in 1950. It captured that new spirit and was an immediate success, going straight to the top of the charts. I watched a video clip of “Tzena” on TV from 1951, and it was introduced this way, “If you’ve been dancing to this song for the past year, you should know that it comes from the new state of Israel.”  English lyrics were added along with the Hebrew.

On Christmas Eve, 1955, Pete Seeger and The Weavers had a “comeback” performance at Carnegie Hall, having been blacklisted by the music industry after Seeger’s appearance before the House Un-American Activities Committe. Sung during this concert, in addition to the very popular “Tzena” were other Hebrew songs including  “Shalom Chaverim,” and “Mi Yimalel.” Two albums came out of this concert and, as we say today, “went viral.” 

As for that other standard,  “Hava Nagila?” That was popularized by Harry Belafonte, in his concert “Harry Belafonte at Carnegie Hall” in 1959. It became the lifetime  standard of his career.  When interviewed about the impact of Hava Nagila in his life, he told the writer John Leland in his book Hip: The History, “Life is not worthwhile without it. Most Jews in America learned that song from me.”

The impact of Seeger and Belafonte on American and Canadian Jews cannot be underestimated. Israeli folk dancing, Israeli music, and Jewish pride in the new State of Israel erupted. Their voices swerved us from the despair and victimhood of World War II to the elation of Israeli Independence.

The rest, as they say, is history.  College students all over America started singing the songs and grasped on to the Folk Music Revolution. (Note: Seeger’s father was a Harvard musicologist and Pete had traveled with his dad on many of his folk music collecting forays.)  These college students then started working at Jewish summer camps.  They taught the songs to campers who then brought them back to their communities.  Some campers and counselors went on to become professional Song Leaders, Youth Leaders, Rabbis, and Cantors in congregations and camps all over America. And through this Jewish Folk Music revival came a new industry filled with recordings by fabulous, dedicated songwriters and musicians who shaped the modern Zionist and religious music of the Reform and Conservative movements.  They brought the guitars, the drums, the pianos, the tambourines and “ruach” (spirit) and moved us from a minor to a major key. 

Now, can someone explain to me exactly WHY we dance “The Macarena,” “The Electric Slide,” “The Chicken Dance” and “YMCA” at Bar Mitzvahs and Jewish Weddings?

Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Rose

A Visit to See a Poignant Piece of American History at The University of Virginia – On International Holocaust Remembrance Day

From a speech given by UN Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon, January 24, 2014

“Every year on the anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz concentration camp, we commemorate the victims of the Holocaust.  We recall the suffering of millions of innocent people, and highlight the perils of anti-Semitism and hatred of any kind.”                                 

On January 27, International Holocaust Remembrance Day, Gary and I headed to Charlottesville to see a traveling exhibit housed in the Brody Jewish Student Center, at the University of Virginia entitled, “The Survivors’ Talmud.”

The exhibit consists of a 20 minute video presentation, dense with information on an aspect of the Holocaust neither of us had ever heard or read about. This remarkable story only starts when the war ends. The U.S. Army had been charged with creating a sense of “normalcy” for those Jews who were stuck in “limbo,” awaiting visa’s for entry into the US or Palestine. However, after President Truman’s personal emissary, Earl G. Harrison, reported on the conditions in the DP camps, it became apparent that the directive was being ignored by Army leadership, thus provoking a strong letter to General Eisenhower from President Truman. An original carbon copy of that letter is also in the case. The entire text of President Truman’s very moving letter to General Eisenhower setting forth his concerns about Jewish life in occupied Europe can be read here.

For Jews, “normalcy” meant study, and without Jewish texts there could be no study! Since the Talmud is the heart of Jewish discourse, it was determined that new copies of the Talmud should be printed and distributed to DP camps and other places where Jews had been resettled.

An extensive search was made throughout the Allied Sector of occupied Europe for a complete set of the Talmud, but none could be found. It seems that along with the meticulous burning of synagogues, houses of learning, and six million Jews, every copy of the Talmud (made up of multiple volumes) had also gone up in flames. During the Holocaust, Nazis sympathizers burned thousands upon thousands of Jewish books and holy texts in mass book burnings. In fact the English word, Holocaust, was first applied to describe a grand scale public book burning in Germany in1933, when Germans began the task of ridding themselves of that most dangerous of weapons, the printed word.

With no prototype to be found in the Allied Zone, two complete copies of the Talmud were located in New York, (remember America was NOT a hotbed of Talmudic scholarship in 1946) and shipped to Germany to be printed – on a press that had just recently been printing Nazi propaganda!  There were shortages of everything after the war, and that included massive amounts of paper, and ink, which were requisitioned through the Army.

And so, at the behest of and with the blessings of President Truman, these copies of the Talmud were printed and distributed. The original plan was for 500 editions, of which 50 were actually produced by the U.S. Army. It is one of these complete sets that is housed in the display case at UVA.  The title page of each volume depicts a Nazi slave labor camp surrounded by barbed wire. Above it are palm trees and scenes of Israel. These images are connected by the Hebrew words: "From bondage to freedom, from darkness to a great light."

There is a very sweet moment in the video as we see photos and listen to the narrator talk about the boredom in the camps. First he shows listless men sitting around doing nothing, hopeless about the future.  Then you see a few men reading the Talmud.  Subsequent pictures show whole rooms of men studying Talmud, in tandem (chevrutah) across from each other. “If the papa’s happy, the mama’s happy.” We see smiling women in a workshop learning to trim hats.  “If the mama’s happy, the children are happy.” We see children eagerly engrossed in their studies and at play. Once hope was restored, happiness could be restored, as well as trust and love.

Here are the words, from our not that distant past, that are inscribed in the first volume of each of the Survivors’ Talmud. The dedication appears in English:

“In 1946 we turned to the American Army Commander to assist us in the publication of the Talmud. In all the years of exile it has often happened that various governments and forces have burned Jewish books. Never did any publish them for us. This is the first time in Jewish history that a government has helped in the publication of the Talmud, which is the source of our being and the length of our days. The Army of the United States saved us from death, protects us in this land, and through their aid does the Talmud appear again in Germany.”

Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Rose

Train up a child in the way he should go, and even when he is old, he will not depart from it. -Proverbs 22:6

“Mom, stop it!” yes, once again I had embarrassed my pre-teen son in public. “Why do you have to stop and talk to every baby you see!”  He was reprimanding me for, once again, engaging an unknown baby in a highchair at a restaurant.  I thought for a moment, flailing about for a good answer… then it hit me. “Ari, it’s just that, well, it’s just that they are such, such POTENTIAL HUMANS!” 

Yes, that was it.  Each and every Cheerios gumming baby or toddler I encountered, whether lashed into a stroller at the airport, or belted into a grocery cart, or strapped into a car seat was a “potential human.”

I love looking into their eyes, I love talking to them, I love watching them get sucked in, ever so briefly, by a mimed game of patty-cake or peek-a-boo, or throwing kisses.  And just for a moment, the eyes flash, or there is a squeal of joy, or a surreptitious wave.

Which brings us to last week’s Tot Shabbat at my synogogue.  We had seven little ones, with parents, including a set of two-year-old twin boys.  I was THRILLED!  Even more thrilling was the fact that all those parents had sought out a congregation, learned about Tot Shabbat, and trudged out on a wintery Saturday morning, driving in from Bristow, Manassas, and Gainesville, none of which were all that close to where we meet. The parents were in full voice, and game for anything. They prayed, they carried the Torah and marched down the hallway singing a rousing rendition of  “Torah Tzivalanu Moshe” as their children, carrying seven little stuffed Torahs, marched behind.  Every parent clapped on cue, or modeled the appropriate sound effect as we worked our way through Shabbat and Tu B’shevat songs, Tu B’shevat stories, as well as Tu B’shevat foods! 

From the reaction of the Tots, it was evident that the ritual items of Shabbat, candles, challah, and Kiddush cup, as well as the blessings had already been incorporated into the rhythm of their week. These parents had made it a priority to “make Shabbat” for their little ones. And before we concluded, the parents were putting together a plan for TOT HAVDALAH, in the home of one of our members. 

Suddenly, all the negativity I had felt from reading article after article on the decline of Judaism sparked by the results of the Pew Study on Jewish Americans, simply faded from my mind. There, before my eyes, were committed parents and Jewish children, not statistics.

I took a deep breath, and let it out. Not only were these little ones “potential humans” but they were also, “potential Jews.”  God willing, we as a community, will take it upon ourselves to nurture these seedlings so that we may grow the next crop, the next generation, of committed Jewish families.

Rabbi Rose

Spring Is Just Around the Corner – Well, in ISRAEL, That Is!

As with all our other holidays this past year, Tu B’shevat, the “birthday of the trees” will be arriving “early” (at least on the Gregorian Calendar) next week, despite the frigid air in North America!  While we are scraping the ice off our windshields, Israel will soon be bathed in pink and white, as the almond trees start to blossom and once again, the earth renews itself.

One of my favorite Tu B’shevat activities to do with young children is to plant seeds in a small container so they can experience the magic of watching them grow.  Parsley seeds are a nice thing to plant, and put on the windowsill. Through careful management of sun and water, you should have some parsley for your Passover Seder! 

We use the expression, “planting a seed” to mean so many things.  It can mean the beginning of an idea that will “germinate” into something positive, or we can plant “seeds of doubt” or plant “seeds of discontent.” Unlike “voila” moments, when the light bulb goes off in your head and everything becomes perfectly clear, “planting a seed” requires that the mind be prepared to accept that seed, and that seed needs to be nurtured in order to come to fruition.

But what if we went to the seed rack at Home Depot and found that all the seed packets were blank?  It throws us off, because we’ve always taken it for granted that if we plant a certain variety, within an exact gestation period we should expect to get exactly what we planned for… down to color, size, texture and taste and smell.

Since October, when the results of the Pew Research Center’s Religion and Public Life Project study “A Portrait of Jewish Americans” were released, there have been seismic rumblings throughout the Jewish world.  Throughout organized Jewish life there has been gloom, doom and a “Chicken Little” cry of “The Sky is Falling, The Sky is Falling” as article after article bemoans the projected fate of the American Jew. 

The numbers show that America’s Jewish population is declining, and religion is becoming less important to overall Jewish identity.  With 62 percent of U.S. Jews identifying with their heritage through ancestry, instead of religious affiliation or faith, Pew Research asked the following question: “What does being Jewish mean in America today?”

Here are the answers in order of their popularity:

73%    Remembering the Holocaust

69%    Leading an ethical life                                                          

56%    Working for justice and equality

43%    Caring about Israel

42%    Having a good sense of humor (I kid you not!)

I refuse to be shaken by the numbers. Since the beginning of Jewish history, we have heard about our impending doom.  After the destruction of the First Temple, the crème de la crème of Jerusalem’s Jews were carried off in captivity to Babylon. The Jews of the Spanish Inquisition were faced with death, conversion, or expulsion. Enlightenment and Emancipation with their new opportunities shook the foundations of traditional Jewish life in Europe. The pogroms in Eastern Europe cast wave after wave of immigrants to the shores of America. The Holocaust destroyed a thousand years of secular and religious life, in the wave of a hand. And Israel, as we have seen since its inception, is always on the precipice of destruction (although these days I worry more about INTERNAL COMBUSTION than EXTERNAL THREATS!)

Picture, if you will, these events as “unmarked seed packets.”  One by one history tore open these packets and tossed them up into the winds of change.  Each packet, and its subsequent dispersion, has yielded unexpected and unanticipated results. From the Babylonian captivity we created a new system of Judaism that allowed us to be remain Jewish without the sacrificial system. From the Spanish Inquisition we dispersed to every corner of the earth and established new and vibrant centers of learning, commerce, and Jewish culture. From the Enlightenment, we gained access to the new worlds of Science, Philosophy, Literature, Politics and Art. The Pogroms awoke a passionate call for a Jewish State. The “poor huddled masses yearning to be free” built a Jewish America, the likes of which could never have been imagined.  From the dust and ashes of the Holocaust came the State of Israel, a political and spiritual address for the world’s Jews, be they secular or religious.

So, here we are. While the Pew Results appear to portend grim things for the fate of Jews in America, I don’t agree with the doom scenario.  Instead, I say, “Look at all those unmarked seed packets!”  Let’s toss them into the air and see where the winds of change lead.  All I ask is that America’s Jews remain receptive.  Wherever these seeds land, they will still require water and sunshine, and nurturing (and perhaps a little infusion of financial fertilizer) to take root and grow, and hopefully, flourish.  Our numbers have waxed and waned throughout history.  Doom has often lurked right over the horizon.  And yet, we continue to blossom and make adaptive changes just like any evolving living thing.

For some words of solace regarding the Pew predictions, I leave you with the closing remarks of an article written by Mark Twain in Harper’s Magazine, March 1898, entitled “Concerning the Jews.”

“To conclude. - If the statistics are right, the Jews constitute but one per cent. of the human race. It suggests a nebulous dim puff of star-dust lost in the blaze of the Milky Way. Properly the Jew ought hardly to be heard of; but he is heard of, has always been heard of. He is as prominent on the planet as any other people, and his commercial importance is extravagantly out of proportion to the smallness of his bulk. His contributions to the world's list of great names in literature, science, art, music, finance, medicine, and abstruse learning are also away out of proportion to the weakness of his numbers.

He has made a marvelous fight in this world, in all the ages; and has done it with his hands tied behind him. He could be vain of himself, and be excused for it. The Egyptian, the Babylonian, and the Persian rose, filled the planet with sound and splendor, then faded to dream-stuff and passed away; the Greek and the Roman followed, and made a vast noise, and they are gone; other peoples have sprung up and held their torch high for a time, but it burned out, and they sit in twilight now, or have vanished.

The Jew saw them all, beat them all, and is now what he always was, exhibiting no decadence, no infirmities of age, no weakening of his parts, no slowing of his energies, no dulling of his alert and aggressive mind. All things are mortal but the Jew; all other forces pass, but he remains. What is the secret of his immortality? “

Rabbi Rose

New Year’s Resolutions – It isn’t over ‘til it’s over!

 The New Year has arrived!  Welcome 2014! 

I know, I know… the SECULAR New Year.  But I’m Jewish! Isn’t our New Year at Rosh Hashana?  Truth be told, “New Year” as a holiday does not exist in the Torah!  Instead, we have FOUR New Years.  Rosh Hashana, for calculating calendar years; Tu B’shevat, the “new year” for trees; the first of Nisan is the calendar “new year” for reckoning festivals; and the first day of Elul is the “new year” for animal tithes!

We Jews observe Rosh Hashana as the “Head of the Year” and associate it with dipping apples in honey as well as Teshuva, asking for forgiveness for a multitude of commissions and omissions.  There is a ten day window of opportunity, with Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, the last day to “make it right” before the “Gates of Heaven” slam shut. 

Repentance is hard work, and it isn’t as much fun as sitting in front of your TV and toasting the New Year with a bit of the bubbly as a gigantic Waterford Crystal ball descends on Time Square, accompanied by 50 tons of confetti!

Fortunately, as Jews, we have two opportunities to “get it right.”  We can work on the religious items while observing the Jewish New Year and the more mundane items for the secular New Year.  The Jewish New Year allows for a clean spiritual slate.  The secular New Year sets our imagination on the future and challenges us to make positive, personal choices. “New Year’s Resolutions!” We can identify some resolutions through statistical data. Health Club memberships soar (“get healthy in the coming year”) as do sales for Rosetta Stone. (“ I will learn Mandarin Chinese or French or Hebrew this year”)

It’s not that we set ourselves up for failure with these noble resolutions, but before the month is out, most resolutions fall by the wayside. Perhaps it is so difficult to keep these resolutions because we ask too much of ourselves at one time. Along with the ‘big’ resolutions, tuck in a few that are doable… like flossing every night or making sure to put a few coins in a Tzedahkah box every Friday night.  And if you “fall off the horse” just forgive yourself and get back on!  There are 365 days in the year, and each day is a chance to do better than the day before.

With that in mind, I’d like to leave you with sage advice from Reb Nachman of Bratzlav, as relevant today as over 200 years ago when he spoke these words:

“If you are not going to be better tomorrow than you are today,

then what do you need tomorrow for?”

Gary and I wish each one of you a happy, healthy and prosperous year.  We have had a wonderful year with FJC, filled with warmth and friendship, and the excitement of watching our congregation grow! May God give each and every one of us the wisdom and compassion to sustain each other as a Kehilla Kedosha, a holy community, in 2014,

Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Rose

When it Comes to Christmas – Appreciate but don’t Appropriate

Let me be perfectly honest.  Somewhere there is a photograph of your rabbi sitting on Santa’s knee.  I don’t think it will go viral on the internet… well, I hope it won’t.  I was three years old and Santa was holding court at Bamberger’s Department Store in Plainfield, New Jersey. I believe this was the only “concession” to Christmas that my parents ever made.  But I certainly experienced the excitement of the season.  There was ice-skating at Rockefeller Center, warm chestnuts from street vendors, a walk down 5^th Avenue to see the beautiful displays in the store windows and finally, the Christmas Show at Radio City Music Hall.

In public school, I was exposed to the great and not so great music of the season, both religious and secular.  And while not ALL Christmas songs are written by Jews, there IS a time honored tradition.  Irving Berlin wrote “White Christmas”, Johnny Marks penned “Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer”, Jule Styne and Sammy Cahn wrote the words and music to “Let it Snow, Let it Snow” and “Silver Bells” came from the writing team of Jay Livingston (Jacob Harold Levison) and Ray Evans Rayment (Raymond Bernard Evans). 

When someone wishes me “happy holidays” or “Merry Christmas” I appreciate that because of this season of fellowship, someone has taken the time to offer me a greeting and connect for just a moment. We live in a diverse, democratic country, and receiving the warmth and friendliness that the season brings doesn’t impact my Jewish Identity. 

As early as I can remember, my parents reinforced the idea that there is nothing wrong with enjoying the beauty of someone else’s celebration. (Just as you learn at a young age when you’re attend someone’s birthday party, you enjoy being there but it isn’t YOUR birthday and those aren’t YOUR presents, and no, you can’t blow out the candles on the cake.)

The Jewish calendar is filled, almost on a monthly basis with holidays and festivals, but they aren’t on TV and we don’t get bombarded with store catalogues for Sukkot, Purim or Tu B’shevat deals!  However, our lives, and the lives of our children and grandchildren are greatly enriched by making time throughout the year to honor our own traditions.

This year, as is our custom on Christmas Eve (or as we call it, “erev yomtov”), Gary and I will visit with dear friends. I will make and bring the “traditional” NOODLE KUGEL for the buffet table, and we will gather by the fire, Jews and Gentiles, each with a copy of Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.”  We will read and discuss the entire tale, a story rich in Jewish values, especially those of Teshuva, and Tzedahkah.

So, ultimately, it all comes down to this -- You can best honor your friends, relatives and neighbors of the Christian faith by acknowledging that the holiday holds a deep, spiritual meaning for them, a meaning that you, as a Jew, do not share.  And so, this holiday season, appreciate all it has to offer, but remember to not appropriate it.

Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Rose

A Week of Candles – And Keeping Faith

 

"The soul of man is the candle of God."

Book of Proverbs 20:27

Strike a match.  Light a candle. Watch the flame. Moments after the wick grabs the fire, the candle begins to breath. It grows, it intensifies, illuminating the darkness, and then eventually, fades away.

A week ago, we culminated our celebration of the Festival of Lights, Chanukah.  We lit candles for eight days to remember our triumph over oppression at the hands of the Syrian Greeks.  We were reminded that, even in times of adversity, we must keep our faith and our trust in God alive. Each night we added a candle, praised God for the miracles he wrought for our ancestors, until, finally the entire menorah was ablaze and our rededication to the faith of our Fathers and Mothers complete.

This past week, on Robben Island, a single candle was lit in prison cell number five, where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for eighteen years.  Throughout South Africa, and in communities all over the globe, candles were lit as a celebration of his life and as a memorial to his deeds. President Theodore Roosevelt, in a speech given at the Sorbonne in 1910, describes the qualities of a man like Mandela:

“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without enthusiasm, great devotions. (he is a person) who spends himself in a worthy cause.”

How do we memorialize such a man? In the words of songwriter Peter Yarrow:

            “Light one candle for the terrible sacrifice Freedom and Justice demand.”

This weekend, far away from Johannesburg, other candles will be lit. These candles will illuminate the darkness in Newtown, Connecticut, on the first anniversary of the Newtown Massacre. Turning its back on the media, the families of the victims and the citizens of Newton have eschewed a public memorial in favor of a deeply personal and meaningful act.  They will light candles on the eve of December 14, the night before the nightmare. As was pointed out to the media, there is no venue that could hold all the people and all the grief in Newtown.  But each person, in quiet contemplation, will have a chance to light a candle, leaving Newtown in a soft glow of memory.

Peter Yarrow’s gentle refrain gives voice to this simple act:

 “Don’t let the light go out, let it shine through our love and our tears.”

Jews memorialize with the flickering flame of the Yahrzeit candle, the small candle that burns for twenty-four hours and is traditionally lit on the eve of the anniversary of the death of a close relative.  I’ve often been asked if it is “okay” to light a Yahrzeit candle for someone who is not a near relative. The answer is “yes.”  The lighting of Yahrzeit candles is a “minhag” or custom, not a commandment.  There is no blessing to be said. Simply put, lighting a Yahrzeit candle can be comforting, spiritual and healing.

And in case you were wondering, yes, it is “okay” to light a candle for Nelson Mandela or Newtown, or loved ones who are gone. That light is as an expression of what is in your heart, for the candle with its small, steady flame, kindles memories, and memories are never consumed.

Shabbat Shalom,

Rabbi Rose