\”I\’m not the kind of viewer who usually goes to see this kind of movie,\” director Boaz Yakin admits of his latest film, \”Remember the Titans,\” a Walt Disney film based on the true story of a high school football team that helped desegregate a Southern city in 1971.
As I see it, the big problem with the political debates isn\’t, as everybody contends, the candidates; rather, it\’s the format. It\’s too polite, too genteel. You wind up with two men, who have spent months accusing each other of being treacherous fools, suddenly having to put on their company manners. They wind up acting as if they just might vote for the other guy. The whole thing is as phony as a bad amateur production; mediocre lines delivered by over-rehearsed robots who have been dressed by a wardrobe lady with way too many red neckties at her disposal.
The race for the 41st Assembly District is the perfect microcosm of the Jewish voting dilemma.
What does it mean to be a Jewish father? If you\’re from a religious Jewish background, you know just what to do. You basically raise your child the way you were raised.
Changing the world, so they say, begins at home.
The red-and-white lettering that reads GORE-LIEBERMAN 2000 is already on signs, bumper stickers and buttons. But thanks to Marsha Greenberg of Stamford, Conn., vice-presidential candidate Joseph Lieberman has it stitched on his kippah.
Nat Goldhaber has a suggestion to spice up the political debates leading up to the November elections. How about a lively discussion on the laws of kashrut among the three Jewish candidates running for the vice presidency of the United States of America?
Reuben Dahan lives just down the block from his nearest synagogue. Yet every Shabbat, for the past seven years, Dahan, an Israeli immigrant who grew up in Petach Tikvah, has gone the extra mile, literally, to worship at a place he calls his spiritual home.
On any given weekday, Elat Market, the Pico-Robertson supermarket, is already a hub of hustle and bustle for the Persian community. So one can imagine the human traffic on the Friday morning before Yom Kippur – getting ready before Shabbat and yontiff. Standing outside the market on this busy morning, it becomes apparent that Elat is somewhat of a de facto community center, a nexus where friends – young and old – run into one another and splinter off into small congregations of conversation.
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