Tales of Struggle And Survival: Va-Yishlach 2020

 Tales of Struggle And Survival: Va-Yishlach

December 3, 2020

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

History sometimes is depicted in large brush strokes, as a series of monumental events populated by larger-than-life heroes. Reality, however, is different. It’s made of deeds carried out by ordinary people, often through incidents that, in themselves, do not amount to much.

The decision of 29 November 1947, taken at the United Nations and known as the UN General Assembly Resolution 181 is one of the former kind. By a vote of 33 to 13 and with 10 abstentions, the UN decided to partition the land that up until then was widely known as Palestine into two states—one Jewish, one Arab.  

This historical vote was preceded by an almost endless chain of political maneuvering. Partially it was motivated by the awakening that the world came to after the Holocaust. However to a much greater extent it represents a wave that began many years earlier: the rise of Zionism and the return of the Jews to their ancient homeland, Israel.

But for a much smaller group, now consisting only of a few hundred people, November 29 holds a more personal significance. 

In 1942, a group of Jewish youth from Zaglembia—a region in Poland—began meeting regularly, mostly for social reasons, but also because they were forbidden to meet anywhere else. Prohibited from attending schools and other social events, these young men and women—most of them still in their teens—gathered to discuss politics, culture, religion, and the Zionist ideal of moving to Israel.

But that was before the Nazis began deporting the Jews of Poland to death camps. 

Once the deportations began—and it was clear where they were going: Auschwitz was less than 25 miles away—the purpose of these meetings changed. Thus was born the group whose members called it Nasza Grupa (“Our Group”). For a while, they debated whether they should focus on escape or resistance. Inspired by a visit by Mordechai Anielewicz, who later led the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, their final decision was unanimous: They would fight. 

Members of the group were assigned to small units—3 or 4 at a time—to steal weapons, forge documents, discover escape routes, and bribe officials and border smugglers. “One for all” became their motto, as they helped not only themselves, but also each other. An orphaned child (and there were so many!) became everyone’s child; a bereaved parent became everyone’s father or mother. 

One such unit was assigned to carry out a particularly dangerous mission. A Jewish man was discovered to be a Nazi collaborator. Accused of turning in Jews to the Nazis, he was judged in absentia and condemned to death. A squad of three—two men and a woman—was sent to carry out the sentence. Unfortunately, they were caught. Tortured until they confessed, the three were sentenced to be hanged, with the date of execution set for November 29.

On November 29, however, just two hours before the execution, the Russians arrived and liberated the prison. All three survived. 

Coincidentally, November 29 was also the birthday of one of them.

About 50 of the original members of the Nasza Grupa survived the Holocaust. My mother is one of them. And November 29 became their annual day of remembrance. For decades, the survivors—and later, their children, grandchildren and now even great-grandchildren—have been meeting on that date every year, to remember, to celebrate, to pass on the tales of heroism, of struggle and survival.

The victory of the Nasza Grupa isn’t told in any movie. A few of the survivors wrote their memoirs; some gave testimony or donated artifacts to Yad Vashem (the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem), the US Holocaust Museum, and the Spielberg Foundation, among others. Their stories are far from complete, however. There are still many missing pieces to the puzzle. 

What we do know, however, can tell us much about the courage and the sheer determination to live that characterized this group. Though many were killed by the Germans and their accomplices, the survivors found their way to Israel and began new lives there. Some served in the Israel Defense Forces, reaching high ranks and earning the highest awards for bravery. 

One became a Supreme Court judge. Yet another joined the Mossad (Israel’s fabled security and intelligence agency) and headed the secret operation to bring the Jews of Morocco to Israel. Still another was instrumental in the hunt and capture of the mastermind of the Holocaust, Adolf Eichmann (of cursed memory), and bringing him to justice in Israel.

One of the three who were liberated on that fateful 29th of November, Esther Herzberg, the one whose birthday it was, was awarded the President’s Medal for her volunteer work in impoverished neighborhoods and for establishing the first after-school club for children in Israel. 

Was it luck that sustained the Nasza Grupa? What accounts for their success, both during the terrible years of the Holocaust, and later, as they began new lives? Was it their friendship? Their vow to be there for one another? 

Maybe it was the very struggle that made them so strong. 

Viewed through this lens, that’s how I understand the message of this week’s Torah portion, Va-Yishlach (Genesis 32:4—36:43). This portion tells of the Jewish Patriarch Jacob’s terrible ordeals as he returns to his homeland after being away for nearly 20 years—his wrestling with an angel, the reunion with his vengeful brother Esau, the rape of his daughter, Dina, and the loss of his beloved wife Rachel. Each battle, no matter how difficult, how dangerous, how tragic, strengthened Jacob and made him even more determined to survive. 

The name given to Jacob at the end of this portion, “Israel,” denotes struggle and victory. It has become a paradigm for Jewish history. We aren’t born heroes: our struggles, however, make us that. As long as we don’t give up, each step forward, no matter how small, is another victory. It’s only when we look back that we realize that with every decision and every deed, we shape the stories that, one day, our children and grandchildren will read about in their history books. 

For me, November 29 isn’t just another day on the calendar, and never will be. For me this date symbolizes all Jewish history, our struggles, our hopes, and ultimately our survival. 

As our weekly portion, Va-Yishlach, tells us, “for we have striven with God and with men, and we have prevailed.”

© 2020 by Boaz D. Heilman

 The Honey And The Sting: Thanksgiving 2020

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

By now, all the shopping is done, in fact some of the cooking is done, right? Or are you—like me—one of those who realizes halfway through a recipe that there’s one ingredient you forgot to buy and feel the urgent need to go to the store and get it?

Yes, it’s Thanksgiving time!

But oh my! How different this Thanksgiving is from all others! 

I don’t know how you are going to celebrate it. I know I’m preparing my usual: butternut squash soup (that’s the one item I was talking about that I forgot to buy—the squash!), smoked turkey breast with mashed potatoes, green beans topped with toasted almonds; and for dessert, pumpkin pie. No cranberry sauce this year, as I’m the only one who appreciates this delicacy in my house, and it’s only going to be Sally and I at the table (and Trapper under, waiting for anything that “falls” from our plates).

And there’s the rub! 

How strange not to be sitting around a table with a host of friends and family, sharing stories, joking, laughing, enjoying a meal that everybody contributes to! The very thought of this saddens me to no end.

So how will Sally and I deal with this strange meal? We’ll open a bottle of wine and enjoy each other’s company. We will reminisce about past Thanksgivings and then we’ll talk about how we will celebrate next year.

Because that’s the whole point. “This year”—in the words of the Passover Haggadah—“we are in the land of Mitzrayim [the place of narrowness and confinement]. Next year, in Jerusalem!” This year we won’t go anywhere, we won’t join a circle of family or friends, so that we can do exactly that next year! We cannot risk our own health or the health of any of our loved ones, no matter how strong the urge.

And instead of giving in to gloom, we will light extra candles, decorate our table and take out the nice dishes. We will express our gratitude for what we have right now—our health, our lives, good food, each other. We will say a prayer thanking God for this moment—and ask for strength and hope to keep us going. 

In one of our prayerbook meditations, we read about the sadness that entraps us when we miss someone terribly. “Give me away,” is the concluding line. If we can’t share the moment with loved ones this Thanksgiving, perhaps we can share some of our blessings with others in other ways. Give extra, unneeded winter coats with the homeless; share extra food (you know there’s going to be lots of leftovers!) or dessert with first responders. Bring food to food banks, donate Thanksgiving dinners to rescue missions and neighbors who live alone. 

Psalm 121 in our Holy Scriptures opens with the words, “I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from Adonai, Maker of heaven and earth.” For, as we look up to the snow-covered peaks, we sense not only our own minuteness but also grandeur and hope. Let the mountains that surround us remind us of the resilience and strength embedded in all of us. Yes, the holidays coming up will be different this year, but we will come up with different ways to exchange gifts. Yes, we will miss terribly being with beloved friends and family, but we will connect through various apps and devices. It may not feel the same, but it’s as good as it gets this year, and that’s good enough!

So go ahead and make those phone calls; connect on FaceTime or Zoom; leave a note on your neighbor’s door. Ask if there is anything you can do to help. Accept help if you need it.

That’s the kind of thanksgiving God would expect of us this year. 

I wish you the happiest, warmest, most delicious Thanksgiving! And may we all celebrate properly next year, in joy and good health.

© 2020 by Boaz D. Heilman

The Choices We Make, The Faith We Keep: Toldot 2020

 The Choices We Make, The Faith We Keep: Toldot 2020

By Rabbi Boaz Heilman

November 20, 2020

Deep water hides dangerous currents.  The household that Isaac and Rebecca established must have held its share of turbulence, if to judge by the outcome of events that we read about in this week’s Torah portion, Toldot (Genesis 25:19-28:9).

At the end of the previous portion, Isaac and Rebecca marry and move into Sarah’s tent, a move that is symbolic both of the ongoing, powerful legacy of Sarah, but possibly also of the estrangement Isaac must have felt from his father, Abraham. As Toldot begins, twenty years have elapsed, and the couple is still childless. After Isaac entreats God on behalf of Rebecca—whose sorrow he must have seen and shared—Rebecca becomes pregnant and finds out she is to be the mother of twins.

The strong bond Rebecca develops with one of the two children—the younger, Jacob—contrasts with the preference Isaac shows for the first-born, Esau. This is due not to any sentimental or spiritual reasons, mind you, but rather because Isaac likes Esau’s cooking better. Esau is a hunter, and the food he cooks for his father reminds Isaac of the wild outdoors, his preferred roving grounds. 

Since the binding and near sacrifice on the top of Mt. Moriah, Isaac’s relationship with Abraham must have become very strained. We don’t read of any interaction between the two after that harrowing experience. Nor does Isaac converse with or even seek God; he has already seen too much, and the further away Isaac can get from the strict demands of his father’s God, the freer he must have felt.

The marriage to Rebecca, however, must have changed some things. Seeing her sorrow at not being able to become pregnant, Isaac turns to God and prays, for her sake. Not to be outdone, Rebecca too establishes a relationship with God, seeking advice and guidance as she assumes the role not only of wife, but also of mother. But there the similarities end. The tensions grow deeper and wider as Rebecca prefers Jacob and his mild manners, while Isaac prefers the wilder Esau.

The break appears at that famous moment when Jacob tricks his brother into selling him the birthright for a bowl of stew. When Esau realizes the consequences of his rashness, he takes an oath to kill Jacob. Hoping that somehow the relationships might mend in time, Rebecca persuades Isaac to allow Jacob to leave home and go stay with Rebecca’s family in Aram.

We know little about how Isaac must have felt all this time. Having grown blind, he seems completely oblivious of what is happening in his own home. He does harbor suspicions, however. When Jacob appears at his doorstep, offering a meal just as Esau would have prepared, Isaac’s doubts rise to the surface. He relies on his still-strong senses of touch, smell and hearing to determine which of the twins is now seeking his blessing. Yet despite his misgivings (“The voice is the voice of Jacob, but the hands are the hands of Esau”) he agrees to give Jacob his blessing.  

Throughout his life, Isaac found himself a plaything in the hands of greater forces. Be they his father, his half-brother Ishmael, his wife Rebecca, and now his younger son, Isaac remains compliant and obedient. Some may see that as weakness, yet there is untapped strength within Isaac, both physical and moral. And at this crucial moment, when he has to make a hugely important choice, between blessing Jacob or Esau, he knows what his mission in life is. Isaac blesses Jacob, more than likely with the knowledge that he is setting himself and his family on a new path in history, one that will not always be peaceful or calm.

Despite his past efforts to escape the demands of his father’s traditions, Isaac learns to appreciate them instead. The story of his search for meaning and faith is also told in this portion, and the successful outcome of this search is perhaps at the root of his decision to bestow his blessing on Jacob.

Like his father before him, Isaac leads a nomadic life. His wanderings in the land of Canaan take him to the vicinity of the Philistines—a Greek tribe that had settled along the south-eastern shore of the Mediterranean. Isaac’s success among them, however, breeds jealousy, and the Philistines chase Isaac out of their midst. And the animosity does not stop there. As Isaac digs wells for the precious water needed to quench the thirst of his flocks, the Philistines hurry to fill them in again. This happens several times until peace is finally reached. The seventh—and final—well turns out a good source of water, and Isaac names it Beer Sheva—the very name Abraham had used when he made peace with another quarrelsome tribe, one generation earlier.

In the Torah, the allegorical use both of wells and the number seven indicates the presence of God. Isaac’s digging of the seven wells thus symbolizes his search for God. Tellingly, some of the wells he dug had originally been dug by Abraham. Perhaps through neglect, perhaps for other reasons, these wells were no longer productive. Isaac’s work—searching, discovering and digging, restored their strength. Through this entire process Isaac was learning about his tradition. It wasn’t enough to rely on Abraham’s relationship with God; Isaac had to find his own path, his own understanding of God, and it wasn’t easy.

Yet, once discovered, the relationship grew strong, and God blesses Isaac. This is the source of Isaac’s strength. This is what convinces him that Jacob would be the proper recipient of his blessing. He allows himself to be deceived, knowing fully well that greater forces are at play again, and that once again he is at the center of all this action. His faith convinces him that the tradition established by his father, Abraham, must continue from this point on through Jacob.

Like Isaac, we aren’t always aware of the important role we play in life.  Our deeds sometimes seem trivial. In the larger scope of things, what we do, what we say, don’t always amount to much. And yet, with each choice we make, through everything we do and every word we utter, we make a difference in the world. Our search for truth is not without meaning. As we dig our own wells, as we learn about our traditions, we find both blessing and the strength to carry on, despite all difficulties and challenges. The faith that sustained Isaac through his life is the same faith that went on to uphold the myriads of generations that came after him. And it is this same faith that keeps us strong, as we, like Isaac, reaffirm our Covenant with the God who promised to be there for us more than three thousand years ago, and is still here for us today.

May our faith fill our homes with peace, love and health; may God keep us all safe and strong through these turbulent times.

© 2020 by Boaz Heilman

 Rejection and Jealousy: The Ancient Roots of Hatred

D’var Torah for Parashat Vayeira

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

November 6, 2020

Of all the terrible and disturbing things that take place in the Torah’s first book, Genesis, one that’s way up there takes place in this week’s portion, Vayeira (“And he saw,” Gen. 18:1-22:24). So maybe it isn’t the humongous flood that destroyed almost all life on earth; and it isn’t even the dramatic destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. On a grand scale, the episode I’m referring to is just one small incident. But the consequences last to this day.

It’s the story of Abraham casting Hagar and Ishmael out into the wilderness.

Favoritism is a recurring motif in Genesis. God starts it out by choosing Abel over Cain, and we know what that led to. Then, not quite having learned the lesson, God chooses Noah and kills everyone else. The yet-to-come story of Jacob and Esau, in which Jacob becomes the favorite son while Esau is left out in the cold is yet another example; and this sequence will continue with the story of Joseph and his brothers. It seems that no one learns the real lesson here, the one that underlies many broken families, that is the cause of racism and bigotry, as well as of almost all historic hatreds that to this day pit nation against nation.

Favoritism is a huge motif in a tragedy that plays itself out over and over. Nothing hurts quite so much as rejection; nothing leaves such an indelible mark on a person’s soul, causing confusion, displacement, loss of identity, and even death.

I happened to watch a short film the other day, “Trevor.” This 1994 Academy-Award-winning film is corny yet charming; it’s funny but painful; it’s hopeful, yet not altogether realistic.

In this coming-of-age story, Trevor is a young teen who realizes that he is gay. Rejected by friends and family, he attempts suicide while listening to his “fave,” Diana Ross. Spoiler alert: Trevor survives. He is befriended by a gay hospital volunteer who invites him to a Diana Ross concert, and it’s a new dawn for Trevor.

Unfortunately, this isn’t always how these stories end. Statistics paint a much darker picture. While suicide is the second leading cause of death among young people ages 10-24, LGBTQ youth are almost five times as likely to have attempted suicide compared to heterosexual youth, and almost five times as likely to require medical treatment. Moreover, LGBTQ youth who come from highly rejecting families are almost 10 times as likely to attempt suicide as their peers who reported no or low levels of family rejection. 

This shocking reality is what makes The Trevor Project such an important organizations in the United States today, providing crisis counseling and suicide prevention services to LGBTQ people under 25. 

It doesn’t take more than one or two personal experiences to understand the vital work of the Trevor Project.

The truth is that we are all born unique, different and special in our own way. Each of us has gifts and talents that make us valuable individuals. Sometimes we don’t recognize this truth—either about ourselves or about others. Fear of ostracism and violence, as well as social, cultural and religious pressures, bear heavily on us, forcing us to conform. For many young people who may be questioning their identity and sexual orientation, the challenges these restrictions pose are complex and often disabling.

Fortunately, much has changed for the LGBTQ community over the past few years. The Center for Disease Control reports that the US suicide rate dropped last year for the first time in more than a decade.  

Family rejection is also less common today than in the past. 

Yet, despite new recognition and acceptance of gender diversity, the struggle for equality and for the chance to live free from fear are far from over. The uncertainties caused by COVID and the recent elections have caused a spike in anxiety among endangered youth, particularly among the Black community. In Washington, D.C., The US Supreme Court has taken up once again an LGBTQ case that pits freedom of conscience against the rights of minority groups, and the recent swearing-in of Judge Amy Coney Barrett could reverse the trend in recent years of advancing protections for all minority groups.  

Sometimes I wonder what the world would look like today if Ishmael had not been cast out of Abraham and Sarah’s tent. Would the two boys, half-brothers Ishmael and Isaac, have learned to live with one another? Would they have learned to accept their differences and respect the Divine Image in one another?

Or would jealousy and stigmas still remain, causing even more mockery, oppression and persecution?

The purpose of Biblical stories is to teach us life-long lessons. Yet they also shape us, giving form and direction to our existence. It’s also possible of course that they are no more than a reflection of our innate human condition, set deep in our genes and DNA. Either way, bigotry and prejudice are a part of who and what we are, and we will forever be wrestling with them, forever on a quest to reach equality, acceptance and mutual respect.

We are living through challenging times today. It will take the effort and contribution of each of us if we are to surmount the many obstacles that stand before us. Let us hope that we learn from our past mistakes, so that the future we hand to our children will be more promising than it seems right now. The path to unity begins with each one of us, with the understanding that no one is better than another, that we are all created with the Divine Image embedded within us, and that each of us, regardless of color, race, or gender identity, has an equally important role to play and an equally worthy goal to reach.

© 2020 by Boaz D. Heilman

 Elections, Not Civil War: Ruminations On the Eve of Election Day

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

Monday, November 2, 2020, 9 pm Mountain Time

Out here in Colorado, it’s the last few hours in the last day of campaigning. This is the eve of Election Day in the United States, and one as important as this one deserves and demands special thoughts and prayers.

First: Let us recognize that voting is a unique right we enjoy as citizens. It is also a privilege. In many other countries, your vote doesn’t count. Or else it’s forced upon you. In America, yes, you are bombarded by messages from all sides, each trying to influence you and tell you that they are the best product. But, based on all that you hear and learn, when it comes to marking the ballot, you are free to make your own decision, free to choose the candidate you think is best for the country.

At the same time, however, we all recognize that the November 2020 election is probably the most divisive one that of us have ever experienced. 

The hostility did not stop with words. At times it escalated into violence. Some of the most hateful features of humanity—hatred, bigotry and anti-Semitism—have been given image and voice. At times we sense a tangible threat in the way some groups act.

And that is why tomorrow is such an important day. A sense of what America is and of what it can be must prevail. We owe ourselves that, and we owe that to the world.

What will happen the day after tomorrow is what will truly matter. How we handle ourselves as individuals, as communities and as a nation will say more about America than any flag waving or military parade. If we are able to keep the peace among ourselves, we will provide proof that we are, indeed, one nation. One people.

Restoring and maintaining civility among ourselves is essential, both tomorrow—election day—and in the days and weeks after that.

For better or for worse, America has served as a symbol and a beacon for all humanity for more than two centuries now. The true test of what this country stands for will be in our ability to show strength through unity. Yes, we are a diverse concoction of humanity. We are of different colors, origins, faiths and genders. We argue and even fight among ourselves. And yes, our system isn’t always fair or just. But at the end of the day, we are one nation. We are there not only for ourselves, but also for one another. Especially at challenging times such as those we are going through now.

There will be many problems to resolve in the next few months. If we fight among ourselves, we will become distracted from the true goals we need to achieve: 1) universal health and freedom from the COVID pandemic; 2) ways to deal with climate change and the extreme effects it has on all parts of the world.

We don’t have the luxury of being bystanders in these immensely important endeavors. Each of us is affected. 

I offer a prayer for peace and healing; for strength and unity. May it be so. 

© 2020 by Boaz D. Heilman

Messianic Failures: Noach.20

 Messianic Failures: D’var Torah for Parashat Noach

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

October 23, 2020

I’ve heard it said that we can hope for the Messiah to arrive—only not in our day and time!

Not that we couldn’t use a messiah today! Between the plagues of fire and smoke, a tragic and devastating pandemic, disastrous climate change, faltering economy, and social and political mayhem, how wonderful it would be if someone with supernatural powers would show up and either wave a magic wand or chant a magic incantation, and somehow just make it all go away!

Alas, the possibility of this happening is quite remote, and frankly, I for one am glad for it.  

Messiahs have a bad track record. They appear at the worst possible times, and somehow only succeed in making things worse.

Since the beginning of time, we human beings have longed for relief from the exhausting burdens and demands placed on us.  The first messianic figure to make an appearance in our texts is Noah. Arriving 10 generations after Adam and Eve, there were great expectations when Noah was born. Even his name (Noach in Hebrew) comes from the root N.Ch, meaning rest or respite. At the end of chapter 5 in the book of Genesis, we are told how he got his name: “This one will comfort us [y’nachameinu] concerning our work and the toil of our hands, because of the ground which the Lord has cursed” (Genesis 5:20, NKJV).

Of course it’s all God’s fault. Since the Garden of Eden, and still to this day, we don’t like accepting blame for our actions; rather, we would rather to point to others. It all started with Eve, who blamed the snake; Then Adam blamed Eve, and it all went downhill from there. 

Little did humanity remember that the earth was cursed because of Adam and Eve’s failure to obey God in the first place. Actions carry consequences, and in this case, the curse was that from then on, we would have to toil for our bread, that the earth would no longer just magically produce it for us.  

Soon, whether through frustration or greed, “The earth was filled with violence.” Idolatry, ignorance and superstition blinded people to any sense of what was appropriate, moral or good. That’s when God repented of Creation as a whole, and decided to start all over.

Only Noah was to be spared—and along with him and his family, a tiny smattering of other creatures.

Amazingly, throughout the story, Noah was silent. He was silent when as he witnessed the violence around him; silent when God told him to build an ark the size of a football field; silent when God told him to load the ark with pairs of animals; silent when told to leave behind other living creatures—animals, men, women, infants, all doomed to drown in the raging flood.

Ironically, by following God’s orders to the most minute detail, Noah failed to fulfill the messianic expectations placed upon him. 

Only later, once the waters began to rise, when he heard the shrieks of horror, the banging on the wooden hull of his lifeboat, the crying, the begging—only then did he begin to understand the enormity of his failure.

One can only imagine the toils he was subjected to for the next few months—feeding the animals, keeping them healthy, cleaning up after them. Perhaps that was when remorse began to flood his heart, when he began to understand that his silence in the face of God’s anger amounted to consent, that by his silence he became an accomplice to the suffering and destruction.

A simple action illustrates how guilt had transformed Noah: when, after releasing the dove with his prayers and hopes, Noah looks for it, desperate for a sign of dry land; when he finally spies the bird, it was struggling against the wind and rain, with its last bit of strength aiming for the tiny window that beckoned to safety and warmth. Filled with pity, Noah extends his hand, reaches for the exhausted dove, and then, shielding its tiny, shaking body, he takes it inside the ark with him. Only now, at this late point in his life, does Noah show kindness; only now does he offer comfort and rest to one small creature—a tiny fraction of what had been expected of him when he was young.

Noah was the first but by far not the last. Many other messianic figures appear throughout Jewish history, only to disappear in flames and disgrace: There were those who surfaced when the Roman empire was disintegrating, dragging into the abyss the kingdom of Judea and its capital, Jerusalem; Bar Kochba, the Judean general whom Rabbi Akiva declared the Messiah but who was killed by the Romans in the year 135 CE, taking with him the last hope for a liberated Judea. Some 1500 years later, a man who named himself—or was named by others—Shabbetai Tzvi, claiming to be the long-hoped-for Messiah, caused spiritual ecstasy and religious frenzy throughout Europe. But when he was finally taken captive in Turkey and offered the choice between death or conversion to Islam, he chose the latter, leaving hundreds of thousands of his followers homeless and devoid of any faith or hope.

The problem with Messiahs is that they leave behind them a trail of tragedy and destruction. 

This is exactly how the story of  Noah ends too. Haunted by guilt and what today we would call PTSD, Noah takes to drinking. One night, along in his tent, something terrible happens. Noah’s youngest son, Ham, walks in and does something so unspeakable that even the Torah refuses to give it a name. Upon awakening and seeing what was done to him, Noah utters the only words he speaks throughout the portion, cursing Ham and setting him slave to his brothers. 

The portion begins with a curse, and ends with a curse. Yet lessons are learned. Noah understands that blind obedience is worthless to anyone. God learns that, left to our own devices, without correction or supervision, humanity is doomed to repeat its mistakes over and over. From that point on, God will give guidance and offer direction.

With a little bit of luck and understanding, we can all learn from our mistakes. What I and many others learned from these experiences is that messiahs are no more than just so much wishful thinking. Redemption won’t come through one individual, or even a hundred. Only through the work of our all-too-human hands, through the compassion in our hearts, and through words of encouragement and support, can we hope to make the world better. It’s not up to God to lift the curse, nor up to any angel, messiah or messenger. It’s all up to us.

© 2020 by Boaz D. Heilman

The 614th Commandment: Yom Kippur.20

 The 614th Commandment

A Sermon for Yom Kippur 5781

By Rabbi Boaz D. Heilman

September 28, 2020

We stand on the shoulders of our predecessors. No better proof of this can be found than in the legacy of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. A brilliant jurist as well as civil rights and gender equality activist, the cases that Justice Ginsburg argued form the basis of much that we take for granted today. Reproductive rights, acceptance of women into military academies, equal pay, and marriage equality are among her many contributions to our society and nation.

In her own words, Justice Ginsburg attributed her career and accomplishments to her Jewish background. Though she was not observant (causing The Guardian in its first, un-redacted, obituary to claim falsely that she had abandoned her religion), she actually prided herself on her background. As she herself pointed out, a silver mezuzah adorned her Supreme Court chamber door, and the reminder from Deuteronomy, tzedek tzedek tirdof—“justice, justice shall you pursue”—hung on her wall, reminding her every day of her Jewish heritage and obligation. She visited Israel several times, met with members of Israel’s Supreme Court, and ultimately refused Israel’s highest humanitarian honor—the Genesis Prize—because she felt it would appear to be conflict of interest.

Possibly because of her views, and certainly because of her religion, a day after her death, a New York City subway poster honoring Justice Ginsburg was defaced with graffiti including a swastika and profanity-laced language, a stark reminder to anyone who is still in doubt about anti-Semitism today, that the world’s oldest scourge is still around and is actually in the midst of an historical upswing.

For some of us, this fact is part of our new normal. In Colorado alone, anti-Semitic incidents increased by 56% last year, with more than 2100 acts of vandalism, assault and harassment reported across the United States. 

While we are not completely surprised to see this hatred in extremist right-wing groups, the barefaced brazenness displayed by torch-bearing white nationalists, marching in Charlottesville displaying swastikas and chanting slogans such as “Jews will not replace us” has shocked us into new awareness and understanding. 

For many of us, however, even more alarming than the revival of right-wing anti-Semitism is its appearance among left-wing liberals.

Jews have long been active in liberal causes in America, from workers’ rights and labor unions to civil rights and gender equality. In recent decades, social activism and a passion for righteousness have motivated Jews to support liberal politics. Today, however, more and more American Jews are being excluded from participation in liberal events and public discussions. This phenomenon started with BDS on college campuses and spread to pop culture, with anti-Semitic voices also heard more recently among groups like Occupy, Antifa and Black Lives Matter. 

While there are many reasons for this rise of anti-Semitism on the Left, one is the grafting onto the liberal agenda of Islamic anti-Zionism, and the traditionally anti-Semitic and anti-Israel theories espoused by socialist-Marxists, all under the guise of intersectionality.

As with The Guardian’s obituary of Justice Ginsburg, criticism of Israel today is often based on claims that Israel has abandoned its Jewish values. But then it goes further with even more blatantly anti-Semitic tropes and the outrageous claim that Israel is at fault and deserves all the terror attacks launched against her by her enemies, and is consequently responsible for much of the violence that engulfs the Middle East and at times expands also to Europe and America. 

Finally, the assertion that Israel has no legal basis for existence has gained traction among those who are either ignorant of history or for other reasons are opposed to its existence.

For a generation born after the Holocaust, there is little understanding of the need of safe harbor for Jews, who for millennia, on every continent, were at the mercy of rulers who alternately expelled us, jailed us in ghettoes, and physically or spiritually destroyed entire Jewish communities. In a culture such as ours today, in which religion and rationalism are often at violent odds, the historical and cultural ties that bind Jews to Israel as their traditional homeland are seen by some as fictitious and absurd. For Jewish young men and women who grew up strong, confident and self-reliant, who never experienced discrimination, who were never turned away from hospitals, never excluded from country clubs, Ivy-League schools and tony neighborhoods, there is little if any comprehension that it is actually Israel that empowers them, and that in fact it is a strong and independent State of Israel that enables them to feel so carefree and proud today.

The recent trend to rewrite history at times draws dangerously close to erasing it altogether. It’s therefore essential for 21st century American Jews, to make up for lost time. For too long we’ve taken for granted that Jerusalem, the Western Wall and Masada are all we need to know about Jewish history. What we’ve left out is the part of the story where we reclaimed ownership of our homeland. We need to learn—or relearn—how exactly the creation of the State of Israel came about, a series of events that go back to the time when Israel—or Palestine, as the world called it then—was part of the Ottoman Turkish Empire. Several years ago, a fifth grader in a class I was teaching marched into class and announced, “The Jews just walked into Palestine and kicked out the Arabs.” I was astounded. Where did he learn that completely false retelling of the history of Israel? Regardless of the source, however, that is quickly becoming the accepted narrative. Never mind the continuous presence since ancient times of Jews in the Land of Israel; or the purchase, at exorbitant prices, of swamps, desert dunes, and nonarable lands from the Turkish landlords; the negotiations that took place in the halls of the League of Nations; the discussions that ensued in the White House and the State Department; and the decision on Israel’s borders taken in the United Nations in November of 1947.    

Forgotten is the fact that Egypt and Syria launched a coordinated attack on Israel exactly 43 years ago to the day by the Hebrew calendar, the Yom Kippur War. Or the Second Intifada that started 20 years ago on this very day on the general calendar, September 28, 2000, and caused the death of over 1000 civilians—men, women and children.

Not mentioned, or whitewashed, are Israel’s technological and ecological, medical and humanitarian contributions to the world’s well-being. Or its absorption of three-quarters of a million Jews expelled from Iran, Iraq and other Arab countries, as well as millions of refugees from the ex-Soviet Union, from Ethiopia, Latin America and other countries around the world.

The danger that this erasure of history poses today is much more serious than most of us dare to consider. Anti-Zionism IS anti-Semitism, a hate-filled prejudice that draws from many poisonous sources and takes many outwardly forms. Its blatant rise on both ends of the political spectrum is alarming and must be confronted. Never Again is not, and can never be, an empty slogan. 

Yom Kippur, the most sacred day in the Jewish People’s calendar, is much more than only about seeking forgiveness from God. It’s also about the unity of our people. As we heard in this morning’s Torah reading, on this day we all stand together. We are all responsible not only for our ethics and righteous behavior, but also for our very survival as a people. 

For some, that is the 614th Commandment.

The late, great Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, of blessed memory, set an example for us all. She was not only a fierce fighter for human rights—she was a Jew. Proud of her heritage and legacy, she left us an important message and lesson: Let our ideals be our motivation, but at the same time let us not forget who we are and how we became that. 

Loss of faith is not our enemy; forgetfulness is. We will best honor her legacy not only by continuing to pursue justice and equality for all, but also by keeping before our eyes our commitment to our people, to our heritage, to our homeland, and to our survival.

© 2020 by Boaz Heilman