Howdy folks,
I would like to share with y’all a few thoughts and experiences regarding this past week’s shocking events.
The catastrophic tsunami that hit Japan claiming thousands of lives and the horrific murder of a family in Itamar were the topics causing sighs at many a Shabbat table this past week. Personally, I did not hear about either the tsunami or the attack until Motzei Shabbat and therefore had a completely different conversation at the Shabbat table.
This past Thursday and Friday, Gideon (the author of last week’s blog post) and myself were taking part in a program called “Encounter” that serves to bring groups of current and future Jewish leaders to the West Bank, in order to listen to Palestinians and digest their personal narratives together, as a Jewish group.
It was difficult for me as a person who grew up with the Israeli Zionist narrative to hear the immense personal pain and suffering on the tails-side of the coin. Previously, I could justify articles dealing with the conflict, on grounds of security and protection but after encountering the people involved the issue takes on a different dimension for me. It isn’t so simple to waive them away. The individual and collective anguish permeated the accounts of each speaker whether they were university professors, businesspeople, UN workers or activists for non-violence. When I heard Hijazi Eid, a 50-year-old boisterous and flamboyant tour guide, furiously describe the humiliation of being stuck in his car at a checkpoint, stalled for hours, and then being forced by a soldier to smile as if nothing happened - I couldn’t help but picture my Israeli friends at Yeshiva, taking the place of that soldier. How do I deal with that? On the one hand my friends are going to serve our country, to protect our nation, yet on the other, this lovely individual is humiliated like no person should ever be. Does my security justify such deeds? What happens when in order to prevent my own pain, I cause so much pain to another? How much can another human suffer so that I don’t have to? Can I sympathize with such universal grief and still believe what I grew up with?
I returned, confused but optimistic, to [West] Jerusalem for a pleasant Shabbat. I took the time to recollect, think, pray and schmooze. I seized the opportunity to share the hopeful message that threaded through each of the Palestinian speakers, with little exception. Despite living under conditions of continuous daily misery, they kept the faith. The mere knowledge that Jewish people, who don’t share their particular angst (and may even stand in contradiction to it), could acknowledge and empathize with that same angst, drives them forward to keep fighting for a more tranquil future. I was surging with optimism; just a few more encounters like this, just the recognition of each-others’ wounds and fears, and there is bound to be progress! I was sure of it.
And then, after Havdallah, I turned on the TV.
Devastated and even more confused than before, I returned to Yeshiva in time for Rav Shmuel Reiner’s parashat ha’shavua sicha. “Erev Shabbat, the land shook… thousands lost their lives, thousands more lost their homes. We all felt so small, so helpless… we all cringed from the unimaginable disaster, we all felt the terrible suffering; we all wanted to reach out our hand and help our human brothers and sisters… and this past Friday night, the grief hit a lot closer to home. The land was shocked… How can human beings, in the Image of God, be capable of such cruelty, such terrible and disgusting acts? How do we respond? What can we do other than avenge?”
“We cannot restrain our passion, we must avenge,” continued Rav Shmuel, “but how do we avenge? How do we fight back against inhumanity? By wiping out Amalek. By destroying evil and sowing good. By learning Mesilat Yesharim (Jewish moral teachings) instead of reading Mishnayot in the memory of those killed. By facilitating positive actions, becoming better people, doing good deeds. This is how we avenge. This is how we remember.”
We must not let our personal grief distort the collective pain we share with all humanity and any being. We must have compassion for the agony and distress of all, even a strange nation in the desert. We must weep for Tamar Fogel, we must despair for the Japanese farmer and we must ache for the Palestinian at the checkpoint. We must.
Only then we can fulfill the commandment in Dvarim: “…Thou shalt blot out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven; thou shalt not forget.”
-- Eli Philip
I would like to share with y’all a few thoughts and experiences regarding this past week’s shocking events.
The catastrophic tsunami that hit Japan claiming thousands of lives and the horrific murder of a family in Itamar were the topics causing sighs at many a Shabbat table this past week. Personally, I did not hear about either the tsunami or the attack until Motzei Shabbat and therefore had a completely different conversation at the Shabbat table.
This past Thursday and Friday, Gideon (the author of last week’s blog post) and myself were taking part in a program called “Encounter” that serves to bring groups of current and future Jewish leaders to the West Bank, in order to listen to Palestinians and digest their personal narratives together, as a Jewish group.
It was difficult for me as a person who grew up with the Israeli Zionist narrative to hear the immense personal pain and suffering on the tails-side of the coin. Previously, I could justify articles dealing with the conflict, on grounds of security and protection but after encountering the people involved the issue takes on a different dimension for me. It isn’t so simple to waive them away. The individual and collective anguish permeated the accounts of each speaker whether they were university professors, businesspeople, UN workers or activists for non-violence. When I heard Hijazi Eid, a 50-year-old boisterous and flamboyant tour guide, furiously describe the humiliation of being stuck in his car at a checkpoint, stalled for hours, and then being forced by a soldier to smile as if nothing happened - I couldn’t help but picture my Israeli friends at Yeshiva, taking the place of that soldier. How do I deal with that? On the one hand my friends are going to serve our country, to protect our nation, yet on the other, this lovely individual is humiliated like no person should ever be. Does my security justify such deeds? What happens when in order to prevent my own pain, I cause so much pain to another? How much can another human suffer so that I don’t have to? Can I sympathize with such universal grief and still believe what I grew up with?
I returned, confused but optimistic, to [West] Jerusalem for a pleasant Shabbat. I took the time to recollect, think, pray and schmooze. I seized the opportunity to share the hopeful message that threaded through each of the Palestinian speakers, with little exception. Despite living under conditions of continuous daily misery, they kept the faith. The mere knowledge that Jewish people, who don’t share their particular angst (and may even stand in contradiction to it), could acknowledge and empathize with that same angst, drives them forward to keep fighting for a more tranquil future. I was surging with optimism; just a few more encounters like this, just the recognition of each-others’ wounds and fears, and there is bound to be progress! I was sure of it.
And then, after Havdallah, I turned on the TV.
Devastated and even more confused than before, I returned to Yeshiva in time for Rav Shmuel Reiner’s parashat ha’shavua sicha. “Erev Shabbat, the land shook… thousands lost their lives, thousands more lost their homes. We all felt so small, so helpless… we all cringed from the unimaginable disaster, we all felt the terrible suffering; we all wanted to reach out our hand and help our human brothers and sisters… and this past Friday night, the grief hit a lot closer to home. The land was shocked… How can human beings, in the Image of God, be capable of such cruelty, such terrible and disgusting acts? How do we respond? What can we do other than avenge?”
Can I sympathize with their grief while grieving myself?
In Parashat Zachor God commands us to wipe out the memory of Amalek. The Rambam in his Mishneh Torah explains this commandment: “It is a positive commandment to destroy the memory of Amalek… [by] constantly remember[ing] their evil deeds and their ambush of Israel to arouse our hatred of them…” (Book 14, Ch. 5:5) Amalek refused to recognize our suffering; the hardships and slavery from which we had only just escaped. They saw us as a weak people, and instead of being compassionate they were vicious and inhumane. It is this lack of sympathy, this refusal to acknowledge and identify with universal human suffering that the Torah commands us to hate. This is what we must eradicate. “We cannot restrain our passion, we must avenge,” continued Rav Shmuel, “but how do we avenge? How do we fight back against inhumanity? By wiping out Amalek. By destroying evil and sowing good. By learning Mesilat Yesharim (Jewish moral teachings) instead of reading Mishnayot in the memory of those killed. By facilitating positive actions, becoming better people, doing good deeds. This is how we avenge. This is how we remember.”
We must not let our personal grief distort the collective pain we share with all humanity and any being. We must have compassion for the agony and distress of all, even a strange nation in the desert. We must weep for Tamar Fogel, we must despair for the Japanese farmer and we must ache for the Palestinian at the checkpoint. We must.
Only then we can fulfill the commandment in Dvarim: “…Thou shalt blot out the remembrance of Amalek from under heaven; thou shalt not forget.”
-- Eli Philip