A massive fire at the Da Vinci apartment complex in Downtown Los Angeles

A Safer Future and Foundation for Los Angeles

In the past year, in California and around the U.S. and the world there have been intense, devastating natural disasters, such as Hurricanes, major earthquakes, and right here at home, devastating fires in Los Angeles, and Northern California. And with the changing climate, and longer fire seasons, scientists continue to predict longer, and more devastating disasters to come, here in Southern California.

In many ways we are more vulnerable than ever to a major earthquake here in Los Angeles. I wonder, if as a city, we have learned from the Northridge Quake of the early ‘90’s. I worry especially for the most vulnerable people in our city- the elderly and our children, and especially those that live in unstable or outdated buildings, without the proper reinforcements to maximize the potential for residents to survive unharmed in such a disaster.  I worry about anyone living or working in a multi-level structure, where the risks are greater no matter what. Just in the last two years, there have been major fires in new low-rise construction in downtown and other areas of the city.  History has shown us that soundly constructed buildings will survive this type of natural disaster.

I’ve recently learned about some important and simple changes that one of our Los Angeles City Council members Bob Blumenfield is considering, to upgrade the safety standards for new residential multi-story buildings, that many working individuals and families will call home. Knowing that our city is at particular risk of fire, I’m grateful to city leaders for taking proactive measures to assure that the people living and working in multi-level housing will have the best chance possible to endure the worst of what may come. What that comes down to is requiring that the foundations and floors which include barrier walls of the new developments be constructed with concrete and steel, as opposed to wood, which is highly combustible and also far less secure in the event of an earthquake.

As a Rabbi, I pay special attention to what elected officials are doing in the city I call home, because it has a direct impact on the quality and security of life, for me, my community, and the many diverse communities across Los Angeles. I am not alone in this, as many faith leaders across this city and cities alike have taken stands on similar issues that have enormous personal impact.

My colleague from Temple Kol Tikvah of Woodland Hills, Rabbi Jon Hanish, wrote to City Councilmember Bob Blumenfield on this very matter, applauding Councilmember Blumenfield for his leadership in demanding the safest standards for new developments.  Rabbi Hanish wrote that “by requiring developments to utilize the most reliable and safest materials in the construction process, Los Angeles city leaders are taking a powerful and important step toward the health and sustainability of our communities. It’s important that the City of Los Angeles encourages the use of non-combustible materials when constructing a building which heavily reduces the risks associated with fires and earthquakes, and that new developments meet or exceed existing building codes.”

As religious leaders, we cannot place a value on human life, and I am pleased that a fellow member of our community, Councilmember Blumenfield, has taken the lead in guiding the City Council to enact a measure that will set a higher standard of safety. I am encouraged by the Councilman’s  leadership and pray that his colleagues at City Hall will follow in his footsteps in making sure such a simple, yet critical measure moves forward.


The prayers of the refugees should be our prayers

As we read in last Shabbat's Torah portion, Jacob left Canaan for Paddan-Aram, not knowing whether he would return, asking for divine help. He negotiated with God — if you protect me and return me safely, only then will you be my God, only then will I worship you. (Gen. 28:20-21)

When Jacob left for Paddan-Aram, he left as a refugee, fleeing his brother Esau, and when he returned to Canaan with his wives and family, he was fleeing from his father-in-law Laban. Even while Jacob was in Paddan-Aram, Jacob says, he lived like a refugee, unprotected, robbed of sleep, suffering heat by day, cold by night. (Gen. 31:10) In between, he passed through what is now Syria, and the region where Jacob spent twenty years serving for his wives and flocks is now part of the territory controlled by ISIL.

My great-grandfather Benyamin left Ottoman Jerusalem for the United States in 1910, when the empire started drafting Jews into its army. And my great-grandmother Farida came from Aleppo Syria in 1913, for the same reason, because she was chosen by her family to shepherd her younger brother and a male cousin to the United States when they were approaching draft age.

Of course there was no modern Syria then, and the whole area, from Syria to Jerusalem, was a province of the Ottoman Empire. Benyamin, like Farida, was a Syrian Jew who followed Syrian nusach and customs.

Farida knew when she left that she would never return to Aleppo. But for the rest of his life, Benyamin hoped he would some day return to Nachlaot, near the market in west Jerusalem, to see his family.

If Benyamin, my Gidau (“grandpa” in Arabic), prayed like Jacob, then most of his prayers were answered — he found work in Manhattan's garment district, raised a family, led prayers in his Syrian shtibl on Rivington Street (to use the Ashkenazi word for an intimate neighborhood synagogue), got to play rhythms on his Syrian doumbek for his great-grandson. But he never did get to return to Jerusalem.

Benyamin and Farida were both immigrants, not refugees. I never met any of my other great-grandparents, and I only know a little about their circumstances. One came from Warszawa (Warsaw), the rest from other places in Europe, and all arrived in the U.S. well before the second World War. I don't think any of them ever expected to return to their birthplaces in Europe. I don't know about the names or the fates of the people they left behind. But if they tried to get into the U.S. just a few decades later, when they would have been desperate refugees, they would have been out of luck.

Make no mistake, hundreds of thousands of Jewish refugees were kept out of this country because politicians drummed up fears and put up walls, saying that a wave of Jewish refugees might conceal Nazi infiltrators, that we had to “take care of our own” first, and such — almost ” rel=”noreferrer” target=”_blank”>neohasid.org and the author of

A Man and His Toys

Irvin Kipper may be 88 years old, but he still loves wooden blocks and Tinker Toys.

In fact for 60 years, “Kip”

has spent his days thinking almost exclusively about dolls and trains and stuffed bears, because he owns Kip's Toyland in the original Farmers Market.

Kipper just can't stay away from his store.

“The few times when I haven't gone to work, I feel like I'm kind of lost,” he said. “I might do a few things around the house, but I think, 'What am I doing here? I should be over there working.'”

And work he does, Monday through Saturday, still making sure that his customers find that special toy for their children or grandchildren.

Kipper's own parents were Russian immigrants who settled first in Fort Worth, Texas. His father, Sam Kipper, was a junk dealer who taught his son about hard work.

“My father would go in our truck to the outlying farms and ask people if they had any broken equipment,” Kipper recalled. “He'd buy it as cheaply as he could, dismantle it to salvage the different metal parts, and sell it. And that's how he earned his money.”

When Kipper was 8, the family moved to Los Angeles, where they settled in the Jewish neighborhood near Central Avenue.

“My father worked with four of my uncles in the produce business,” Kipper said, “and in the summertime I helped my dad. It was a great time of my life.”

Kipper's father would wake him at 2 a.m. and they'd head over to the wholesale market at Ninth Street and Central Avenue. Sam Kipper would buy 100-pound bags of potatoes or 50-pound bags of onions, or lug boxes of apricots, and it was young Irvin's job to stack everything in the truck. Their route included mom-and-pop grocery stores, hospitals and restaurants.

“Like most kids in those days, I had a great deal of responsibility helping the family,” Kipper said. “I also worked for my uncles, and I was taught something different by each of these entrepreneurs. One was meticulously clean and he wanted his truck kept a certain way. He'd say, 'This truck is my showroom. When I bring my customers out to show them the fruits or vegetables, I want it to look good.' He taught me how important it was to keep things clean and orderly and I'm that way in my own store.”

Kipper graduated from Jefferson High School in 1933. He had planned to study accounting in college, but the Depression ended that dream.

“I had to work,” Kipper said. “And my older brother had to leave UCLA and get a job to help support the family. Those were hard times”

The 16-year-old Kipper was able to get work through a family friend. “I was hired at Paris Beauty Supply,” Kipper recalled. “I got 65 cents an hour doing deliveries. Back then, every large building downtown had a beauty shop in it. So we'd get a phone call from a beauty shop in the Garfield Building that a customer was coming in 15 minutes to get her hair colored and they needed No. 14 hair dye. Our shipping department would put it in a bag, and [I] would run like hell down to the Garfield Building, arriving in time for them to color this beautiful woman's hair. That was my job, and I was very lucky to get it.”

“I wasn't always a shlepper,” he said. “I eventually got promoted to work in accounts payable. That's when I became a bookkeeper.”

Kipper married his wife, Gertrude Klein, in 1939. In 1942, he enlisted in the Army Air Corps, and was stationed in Italy until 1945.

When he returned, Kipper and his wife decided to go into their own business.

“We planned to open a baby shop,” Kipper recalled, “but we happened to see an ad for a toy store that was for sale in Town and Country Village, at Third and Fairfax, across from Farmers Market. I had enough business acumen at that point, so I thought I could tackle this. And with Gertrude's support, it worked out fine.”

The small toy store the Kippers bought expanded two times before they were invited to take over a toy store in the Farmers Market in 1956. That was a great move, Kipper said.

“In those days, Farmers Market was the place to be, because the traffic was good, and we had a tremendous reputation as a tourist attraction,” he said. “Of course, with The Grove opening, it's become even busier.”

The great thing about owning a toy store, Kipper said, is that people are happy when they come in: “We have young mothers buying for their children, and we have doting grandparents. They're buying for someone that they want to buy for, so the atmosphere is almost always very nice.”

It's also apparently very nice working for Irvin Kipper, which Tina Fleming has done for 17 years.

“I wouldn't even think of leaving this job unless Kip retires,” she said. “He's the easiest boss I've ever had. He stays calm, even when there are children running around the store, throwing things. I get upset, but he doesn't. We get worried sometimes when he climbs up a ladder … but he still does it. He doesn't seem to think he's as old as he is. He amazes me.”

Kipper seems a bit surprised himself that he's been at it so long.

“I don't know whether I'm working because I feel good or whether I feel good because I'm working,” he said. “It just seems like this is what I want to do.”

Ellie Kahn is a freelance writer and owner of Living Legacies Family Histories. She can be reached at ekzmail@adelphia.net.