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May 7, 1998

A Wise Peace

The first thingItzhak Frankenthal did after his son\’s murder was exact threepromises from his wife. First, he said, the couple would not blameGod. Second, they would thank God for at least allowing them to havetheir son\’s remains to bury. Many Israeli families never receive thebodies of their loved ones killed by war or, in Arik Frankenthal\’scase, by terrorists. Lastly, Frankenthal made his wife promise thattheir life without Arik would go on. After sitting shiva, Frankenthal walked intohis children\’s room, turned on the TV, and told them that they mustgo back to doing normal things.

David Remnick’s Profile of Prime Minister Binyamin

Some of you may have caught last week\’s New Yorker (May 25) with journalist David Remnick\’s profile of Prime Minister Binyamin Netanyahu. If not, I urge you to call the magazine\’s offices in New York and order a back copy, or simply visit your local library.\n\nRemnick offers us a portrait of Bibi as The Outsider.

Remembering Poland’s Jews

Jewish roots in predominantly Catholic Poland can be traced back to the 11th century. But when an estimated 88 percentof the 3.3 million Jews in Poland died in the Holocaust, the country\’s thriving Yiddish theater, literature and culture ceased to exist as well.

The Racialization of

Last week, President Clinton diverted himself from fending off scandal and defaming his accusers to denounce the Unzinitiative, Proposition 227, which is designed to end the currentsystem of bilingual education. In the process, he may have contributed to the growing, and potentially debilitating, racialization of Los Angeles\’ political scene.

Letters

Letters to the editor

Still Dead

My friend Jane and I met for dinner last week andhad a good laugh about death. California\’s political campaign seasonis just commencing, and we were discussing, in an offhand way, whatmy husband, an attorney, might have made of an upcoming ballotproposition were he still among us.

\”It\’s amazing that he\’s still dead,\” I said,without quite knowing what I meant. Simultaneously, Jane and I letout a roar, a \”yipes!\” of astonishment, as people do when they touchsomething hot, or come too close to the sitra atra, what kabbalists call\”the other side.\”

Desperate Gambles

Although the surface of Patrick Marber\’s play\”Dealer\’s Choice\” appears to be concerned with the exigencies ofpoker, on a subtextual level it is about surviving the punishments ofcruel gods.

The Bonds that Unite Us

Enter a cathedral, and what do you feel? Thesoaring vaulted ceiling, the giant columns, the colossal statues ofsaints and martyrs, the luminous stained-glass images of scripturalheroes — the architecture articulates a spirituality of contrast. Weare small, insignificant, ephemeral creatures, no better than insectson the floor. We are impure, corrupt, stained with sin. Who are we toapproach God? God is magnificent, distant and fearsome in judgment.In the cathedral, it is only the figure of Christ that mediatesbetween my miserable condition as human being and God\’s majesty.Holiness, argued the scholar Rudolf Otto, lies in the contrastbetween our \”utter creatureliness\” and God\’s frightening \”tremendum.\”Holiness is the shiver of vulnerability in the face of theinfinite.

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