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December 27, 2001

Jews Bid France Adieu

With French Jews complaining about a rise in anti-Semitic violence, there appears to be a sharp increase in the number of people inquiring about immigrating to Israel.

After several years of declining aliyah (immigration to Israel) from France, the Jewish Agency for Israel has seen a 30 to 40 percent rise in inquiries this fall, according to Dov Puder, the director of its French office.

“It is too early to know how many immigrants we will have for the year 2001, but usually the fall is a down time for applications, and March and April are the busiest months,” Puder explained. “This is why this year is remarkable.”

According to the French publication Alyah Magazine, the Jewish Agency’s French desk could expect between 2,000 and 3,000 olim every year through the late 1990s. That number fell to 1,950 in 1998 and 1,515 the following year.

Figures for 2000 are unavailable, but Puder claims there was an additional decline.

As of today, 1,150 French Jews have emigrated to Israel in 2001. The recent increase in inquiries will not make a statistical impact until next year.

Regardless of the numbers, the typical profile of the applicant has changed very little, Puder said. French aliyah candidates tend to be very religious, and predominantly families with children.

Yet Puder did note a change in the reasons people came to his office.

“They are motivated by the situation in France as much as the situation in Israel,” he said, “but they are more concerned than in the past with the situation in France.”

Puder was hesitant to call the new candidates “worried” by the recent anti-Semitism, suggesting merely that they are “bothered” by it.

Moreover, he claimed that many of those interviewed recently emphasized their children’s education as a reason for moving to Israel.

The increase in potential emigrants coincides with a recent rise in anti-Semitic incidents in the Paris region and Marseilles.

As of Nov. 15, French police had recorded 26 violent acts and 115 incidents of intimidation against Jews in 2001, according to the Ministry of the Interior. CRIF, the umbrella organization of secular Jewish groups throughout France, claims the number is even higher.

The issue of anti-Semitism recently has become headline news in the French media, but many Jewish leaders feel the Socialist-led government has yet to take meaningful action.

Speaking at the annual CRIF dinner at the beginning of December, Prime Minister Lionel Jospin assured Jewish notables of “the determination of the government to fight against all forms of anti-Semitism.”

Yet many in the community have grown disheartened that Interior Minister Daniel Vaillant — the man most responsible for national law enforcement policy — has continuously disputed the seriousness of the threats French Jews face on a daily basis.

Vaillant long has claimed that most anti-Semitic violence is carried out by Muslim youths from low-income neighborhoods, which few dispute. But Jewish leaders increasingly are concerned about the consequences of the anti-Semitic aggression.

Enrollment in Jewish schools has climbed over the past few years, a phenomenon that speaks to growing tensions between Muslim and Jewish youths. However, many middle-class Jewish families who share their neighborhoods with Maghrebins — Muslims of North African descent — are unable to afford the rising cost of private education.

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Daily News Cartoon Provokes Anger, Apology

An editorial cartoon that ran on the Editorials & Letters page of the Los Angeles Daily News on Dec. 21 outraged readers with an image that confused as much as it provoked.

Cartoonist Patrick O’Connor offended readers with his “View From The Valley” one-panel political cartoon. The wordless image depicted Israeli Defense Force soldiers, with Magen Davids on their helmets, beating up what appeared to be the Three Wise Men, or Palestinian men, or both, in the foreground, as the Nativity unfolds in the background. The juxtaposition of the Israeli military violently assaulting men in turbans with the birth of Jesus seemed perplexing to some.

The decision-makers at the Daily News responsible for running the cartoon were Editor David Butler and Managing Editor Ron Kaye.

“We’re apologetic,” Kaye told The Journal. “Obviously a lot of people are upset about it.”

The Daily News printed a rare public apologyfor running the cartoon in its pages. According to a source close to the paper, Butler pushed for the apology. Butler, against the objections of Kaye and Editorial Page Editor Mike Tetreault, had pushed to run the cartoon in the first place, said the source.

“Our intent was to highlight that the violence in the Middle East was spiraling out of control and post-Sept. 11 was dangerous to everybody, and we deeply regret that the cartoon obscures the message and we apologize to those we’ve offended,” said Kaye.

The Anti-Defamation League (ADL) and The Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles sent a joint letter to the Daily News’ editors to convey the disappointment and outrage of the numerous calls their offices received. On the day that the cartoon ran, Aaron Levinson, director of the ADL’s Valley office, said the organization had received about a dozen complaints at his outlet and another dozen at the Los Angeles office.

“The message was unclear,” Levinson said, “but it clearly depicted Jewish soldiers beating up Arabs or the Wise Men without showing the other side of the story.”

Both Levinson and the Israeli Consulate’s Consul of Communications Meirav Eilon Shahar told The Journal that they could not recall past complaints regarding O’Connor’s cartoons or the Daily News in general.

“I can’t recall receiving complaints about their cartoons in the last three years that I’ve been at the ADL,” said Levinson.

By contrast, the ADL has received numerous calls regarding various Los Angeles Times political cartoons over the years.

But that does not excuse the irresponsibility of this particular panel, say the ADL and the Israeli Consulate.

“It could stroke the flames of intolerance,” Levinson said. “It could lead to finger-pointing. At a time after Sept. 11, when we’re trying to bring some healing to the community, this is counter-productive.”

“Usually, our policy is try to engage, not criticize, the media,” Shahar said. “This was a very offensive, one-sided and irresponsible. The media has a responsibility of reporting with accuracy, and to present both sides of issues in a factual and responsible way.”

Kaye would not let The Journal speak to O’Connor. Instead, he spoke on the staff cartoonist’s behalf.

“I’m conveying his sentiment that it was over-the-top and not in his heart and not in our hearts and we all regret running this cartoon,” Kaye said.

There were no plans at press time for any of the Jewish organizations to meet with the Daily News editors.

“At this point we are not, but we don’t rule that out,” said Tamar Galatzan, leader of the ADL’s Western State Association Council, who did note that the Woodland Hills-based paper immediately took responsibility, in light of reader reaction, and yanked the offensive cartoon from their Web site.

“The images overwhelmed the message,” Kaye said, “and was inappropriate to conveying what was essentially a plea for peace in the Middle East, which turned out to be offensive to many people.”

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Action and Reaction

In the parsha four weeks ago, Shimon and Levi, sons of Jacob, got the last word. But on his deathbed in this week’s parsha, Jacob has one final opportunity to deliver his rejoinder.

Four weeks ago, we also read of the rape of Dina at the hands of the prince of Shechem, and the account of Shimon and Levi’s slaughter of all the men of Shechem in response to the attack on their sister. When Jacob rebuked his sons for their actions, Shimon and Levi responded with the final words that the Torah records about this episode. “Shall they treat our sister as a harlot?” This raw expression of outrage echoes through the void that this disturbing incident leaves in its wake. For Jacob lacks either the words, or the strength, to respond.

We are tempted to think that Jacob doesn’t respond because he ultimately accepts the legitimacy of his sons’ moral position. They might have argued that the townsfolk’s failure to bring their prince to justice provided sufficient basis for the decision to wipe them out. Alternatively, they might have legitimized the Shechemite slaughter as an act of pre-emptive self-defense that would send an unmistakable message to anyone else considering illicitly taking a daughter of Jacob. Jacob’s years-long silence as to his moral assessment of the events at Shechem, left open the possibility that he accepted their reasoning.

In his final directives to his family though, Jacob returned to this long-open question. As he addressed each of his sons individually, he proclaimed, “Shimon and Levi are brothers; weapons of violence are their wares…. Cursed be their anger for it was fierce, and their wrath, for it was cruel.” With the perspective provided by the passage of time, Jacob saw clearly that his sons had committed murder, plain and simple — that their moral calculation was catastrophically flawed.

He unequivocally condemns their act, and disassociates himself from their violence. The only matter left to probe is what led the brothers to misconstrue the moral quality of the situation.

The clues can be found within the Torah’s description of the brothers’ state of mind at the time. The text reveals that they were not only saddened by what had happened to Dina, but also enraged. It further indicates that they were viewing the situation not as objective observers might, but very specifically as the brothers of the victim would. While both of the phenomena are completely appropriate and normal, they create an atmosphere in which clear moral thinking is impossible. The womb of Shimon and Levi’s moral reasoning was outrage. Its point of departure was personal anguish. From the start, there could only be one acceptable answer to their moral inquiry. The arrow had already been thrust into the target. The only thing they had to do was to draw the bull’s-eye around it.

Our nation is presently engaged in a most noble struggle. We are still filled with outrage and personal anguish in the wake of the inhuman attacks on the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. And despite this, we, as a society, are making every effort to formulate our response in the language of our enduring humanitarian values, and not with the urges of our enraged national soul.

From the very first day, we reminded ourselves to not stereotype or assume guilt by association, but to carefully identify who our enemy is. We have not been content to simply destroy the government that bears responsibility, but have led the effort to ensure that the civilians left behind would not face chaos and anarchy. And we are engaged in a healthy debate in Congress and in the media over how to craft a properly balanced approach to the question of how to try suspected terrorists. We strive to take Jacob’s rebuke to heart.

The temptation to simply reason out of anguish is always present in a grieving human community. To resist that temptation is among the most distinguished of human efforts.



Yosef Kanfesky is rabbi pf B’nai David Judea in Los Angeles.

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Red Like Me

As I write this, I look like James Coburn eating a lemon in a windstorm. Drunk. Not only does my face look red and crackly, it must be covered at all times with a Vaseline-like lotion, thick and greasy, giving me the appearance of someone who has just eaten a pork chop with no hands. And I lack Mr. Coburn’s panache.

I knew I’d be ugly for a week or so. My doctor warned me that even though I was getting the most minor of chemical peels, there would be redness, crusty skin, temporary darkening of the very discolorations and freckles I was trying to remove. In the end, I would look a little better. There was just the purgatory between blotchy and better to be endured.

Wisely, I left town right after the peel and escaped to my mom’s for a few days, to the one place no one was likely to notice a woman molting about the face. Wrong. Even in Las Vegas, my face is something to see. I’m thinking about selling two-for-one tickets.

My second day here, I ventured out to surprise my mother at the casino where she works. I waited in line and walked up to the counter of the sports book, where mom was in the middle of telling a guy he was too late to bet on the 49er game.

“Hey! This is my daughter,” she beamed, introducing me around.

That’s when I saw myself through the eyes of her co-workers. Let me paint a vivid picture. Realizing there was nothing I could do about my face, I completely let myself go. I decided to leave the deep conditioner in my hair instead of washing it out. I didn’t shave or put on makeup. I was wearing the outfit I had worn driving in, an oversized men’s shirt and old jeans. I’m pretty sure I had brushed my teeth, but I don’t want to brag.

“You want to place your very first bet? Clippers or Kings?” asked my mother’s co-worker.

“Now, I know you’re not used to dealing with this kind of cash,” I joked, pushing a five towards him. As I placed my bet on the Kings, the guy let out a hearty laugh, as did the others. Oh my god, I thought. These are sympathy laughs. That wasn’t funny.

Bring your daughter to work day had taken a sinister turn. I felt so bad for my mom, like I was embarrassing her, which I knew I really wasn’t because she’s not as shallow as I am. Still, I wondered what she would tell people the next day. “Don’t worry, my daughter isn’t really disfigured. She’s just vain.”

When mom’s shift ended, we went over to the bar with a couple free drink tickets from the sports book. “Scotch,” she ordered for me. “Something good.” Normally, “good” Scotch from the well of a casino bar is throat-burning swill. What I got was smooth, some sort of Glensomething. It was sympathy scotch and I knew it.

Mom told me about having to have something removed from her cheek once. The surgery gave her two black eyes and weeks of stares. “That’s what it’s like getting older, too,” she said. “You don’t care so much what you look like, and neither does anyone else. You’re outside of that scene. You just want to sit around and hang out and watch life. When your car breaks down, you figure out how to fix it. When a cop pulls you over, you get a ticket. Everything changes.”

Things have changed for me in just a few days. I lack confidence. I’m the same as before, but the package is too much for me to overcome. Since the casino incident, I’ve remained mostly inside. Until this thing is over, I’m not heading into a crowd without one of those Tom Cruise “Vanilla Sky” disfigurement masks. I feel like a loser somehow, and not just because the Clippers beat the Kings.

I never thought much about the word “face,” as in face the music, face your demons, face a challenge, face the facts or Einstein’s phrase, “the face of God.” Now, I can’t stop thinking about Eleanor Rigby’s face, the one she keeps in a jar by the door. I had no idea my own face was such an integral part of how I face people, how I see myself — quirky, flawed, OK from certain angles but overall, a problem child.

Maybe too much alone time equals too much philosophizing. One little peel and all of a sudden I think I’m Albert Camus.

My mom’s right, though. Things change. My face will be back in a few days, serviceable, familiar, with a few fewer freckles. But it will evolve. It will age. There will be speeding tickets. The only face that doesn’t change is the one preserved in a jar by the door, but even the Beatles don’t know who that is for.



Teresa Strasser is now on the Web at www.teresastrasser.com.

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Diagnosis: Grandfather

"The Grandfather Thing" by Saul Turteltaub (Tallfellow Press, $16.95).

Saul Turteltaub, whom I’ve known for a good many years, is a funny man and a funny television writer. If you laughed at "The Carol Burnett Show," "The Jackie Gleason Show," "That Girl" or "The Cosby Show," tip your hat to Turteltaub, because they are among the 30 major TV shows he has written or produced over a 40- year span.

Then he became a grandfather. In the beginning, he vowed to observe the arrival of grandson Max with strict objectivity, and he stuck to his resolve for the first two months of Max’s wrinkled and screaming babyhood.

But then Turteltaub weakened, and within months he was off showing photos of Max to strangers in the next car at traffic lights.

The only possible diagnosis was that Turteltaub had caught "The Grandfather Thing," which happened to be the title of his book, complemented by, "the real poop by Max, age 1."

In the slim, 96-page volume, the author chronicles, month by month, Max’s progress and the increasingly affectionate relationship between grandfather and grandson.

Fortunately, the author also records Max’s observations on life, and even a poem, at each of the 12 stages. For instance, at five months, Max rhymes:

"I notice when I laugh and smile
My parents do it too,
But when I cry they only sigh
And don’t know what to do.
‘He’s tired, hungry, or he’s wet,’
Are all the choices that I get.
I’m five months old,
Why don’t they guess,
‘Perhaps he wants a game of chess.’"

At the end of 12 months, Max observes, "Just because I don’t talk doesn’t mean I have nothing to say. Stand by."

The final page contains famous, and famously unsentimental, grandfather quotations, such as Nancy Spence’s "Grandchildren are the only justification for not having killed our kids," and Turteltaub’s own "There is no woman more precious than the daughter who will not allow her father to change her child’s diapers."

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There’s No Time Like the Present

In my family, death and funerals seem to inspire joking. Maybe it’s discomfort, but it also seems to be a lack of concern and heaviness about the whole thing. No one in my family does much visiting of graves, and burials are apparently not deemed necessary.

My mother wants her body cremated and her ashes scattered at her camp in Maine. I imagine my sister and I will someday combine sharing our grief with a nice trip to New England.

My father, after years of making jokes about his postmortem plans, suddenly informed us that he wants to donate his body to the Northeastern Medical College in Ohio. (His only concern is that some of his former psychology students might recognize him.)

My grandparents also gave their bodies to medicine. My father recalled how some men from the medical school carried my grandmother out in a body bag. Did it bother him? “Well, they looked just like the men who came to fix the television,” he joked.

But it is a serious subject, and a necessary one to discuss — well before the time comes, in order to avoid extra emotional stress and expense.

Yet only 35 percent of the funerals in the Los Angeles area are preplanned through mortuary arrangements, says Steve Espolt, director of sales at Hillside Memorial Park and Mortuary in Los Angeles. This means that someone — a spouse or a child perhaps — not only has lost a loved one, but also has to make arrangements for the person’s body while grieving.

Planning a funeral is not unlike planning a wedding, Espolt says. For both events, you need clergy, a location, flowers and probably some meaningful comments. But “a wedding is usually planned over six months to a year and is the happiest day of your life. A funeral has to be planned in 24 hours and might be the worst day of your life,” he says.

“We don’t ask to be born, and we have nothing to say about when it’s our time to be called,” says Ira J. Polisky, sales manager at Eden Memorial Park in Mission Hills. Making arrangements and having them paid for ahead of time, Polisky asserts, “is the greatest expression of love within a family.” Eden offers seminars at temples and fraternal groups for the purpose of bringing the facts of life about funeral arrangements out in the open.

“After 20 years in this business, I’ve seen prepared and I’ve seen unprepared,” Espolt says. “Prepared is better.”

Both Polisky and Espolt mentioned payment plans they offer to encourage families to be prepared. “A small deposit is made,” says Polisky of Eden’s plan, “and then the necessary items are paid off over a seven-year period, which locks in the prices.” This way, one isn’t forcing a new widow to start writing checks at the painful time of loss.

If it’s practical and relatively easy to make arrangements, why are so few people prepared?

“Most people don’t like to think about their own mortality, so they don’t like to talk about what will happen to them after they die,” says Arnold Saltzman, general manager of Mount Sinai Memorial Parks and Mortuary.

“Many people take the ostrich approach,” Polisky says. “They pretend that nothing will happen to them, that they will have as much time as they want.”

According to Espolt, men are worse than women, because more men don’t want to admit they’re going to die. Now they are having to deal with their parents’ arrangements, and they don’t like that either. So, they avoid the subject.

Saltzman, a former therapist and executive vice president of the Jewish Family Service of Los Angeles, a beneficiary agency of The Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles, has seen stress explode when funeral arrangements are not made ahead of time. “Families come in with old wounds and battles that they’ve had over the years,” Saltzman says. “The stress causes them to become more agitated, rather than bringing them together, and as they’re trying to reach these decisions they haven’t made already, they get into arguments.”

One result is “emotional overspending.” Espolt describes a situation where a recently widowed man asked the son of his deceased wife to choose whatever he wanted for his mother, since she hadn’t made her wishes known. “The son picked the most expensive casket available, which made the widower uncomfortable, partly because he knew his wife wouldn’t have wanted anything so extravagant, but he’d made the offer and felt he had to live with it.”

Parents frequently make a decision to just let their kids take care of funeral arrangements when the time comes. “This places an undue burden on children,” Saltzman says. “If the parents won’t talk about it, their children should try to initiate discussion. It will make things easier when the time comes.”

To encourage discussion, Saltzman has created a brochure called “The Right Words,” which offers advice on how to broach this awkward subject. Mount Sinai has also launched a campaign that includes pins that say, “Let’s Talk.”

Espolt says Hillside is also keeping its services in the front of people’s minds with a recent community service ad offering 20-year yahrtzeit memorial calendars to anyone who calls and asks for one.

After speaking with these professionals, I feel relieved that I know what my parents want for themselves after they die. It will be difficult enough to be feeling their loss without trying to imagine what they would have wanted.

Hopefully, it’ll be many years before I need to think about it again.


Ellie Kahn is an oral historian, freelance writer and the owner of Living Legacies Family Histories in West Los Angeles. Her e-mail address is elliek1@earthlink.net.

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Lupu’s Lens

His leather jacket underscoring a full-growth white beard and tzitzit, 75-year-old Lupu Gutman is much like his films, where tradition is refracted through the modernity of the camera lens.

Gutman is now distributing copies of his haunting documentary, "Monuments of Soap," to all the branches of the Los Angeles Public Library. The film is a tour through the remnants of post-Holocaust European graveyards, examining the monuments that were erected to mark the burial of the soap that was made of Jewish flesh.

Gutman has been making films for almost 50 years, and today, he edits his documentaries in a corner of his one-room Pico-Robertson apartment. Though a veteran filmmaker, documentary cinema is a relatively new venture for him, having begun work in this genre only after he moved to America in 1986.

After surviving the Holocaust, Gutman became a star of the Romanian film industry, writing and directing features for the communist government. However, he grew "sick and tired of the stupid and false propaganda" that he was required to create, he told The Journal, and knew that if he remained in Romania, he would not survive. So he came to America, and took advantage of the freedom offered to make cinema véritas, and to use his films to educate and inspire others about Jewish history and traditions.

"My target [audience] is teenagers" Gutman says. "I can’t convince anti-Semites not to be anti-Semites — that is stupid. But the kids who go to libraries — they should know."

Gutman’s creative efforts are aimed at saving the memory of lost communities. He recently returned from Romania, where he began a project filming the last 74 synagogues remaining in the country. He is looking to raise funds that will enable him to travel to Romania to complete the project, so that the treasures of this once proud and vibrant community will not be lost in the decaying urban sprawl.

"In Romania, before the war, there were over 400 synagogues," he explains. "Now there are no more Jews in these places, and they are turning the synagogues into garages. I know how beautiful the synagogues are — and I thought that I needed to capture their image professionally, so that, in a manner of speaking, they can be saved."

Gutman, whose apartment holds his small collection of European relics, such as a yellow star, and a piece of Torah scroll parchment that he salvaged after it had been made into a lampshade, is primarily focused on the preservation of the past.

"I am not interested in business" he says. "What I have is enough for me."

For more information on Lupu Gutman and his films, call (310) 271-6887. To see "Monuments of Soap," contact the history department at your local branch of the Los Angeles Public Library.

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Doctor of the Barrio

When Julie Korenstein speaks out on environmental matters, she credits her mother, Dr. Pauline Furth, with shaping her own crusading spirit. Korenstein, who represents District 6 on the Los Angeles Unified School District’s school board, said that throughout her life her mother has been "the most important influence on me personally."

Furth has long been an activist in her own right. Now 85, she is newly retired from a 40-year career as a barrio doctor in the East L.A. neighborhood of Boyle Heights.

Furth was born at Los Angeles County General Hospital, the daughter of Russian emigrants who spoke Yiddish at home. Early on, the family settled in rural Porterville, where her father ran a poultry business. They were the only Jews in the area.

After boys at school called her a Christ-killer and put a decapitated rat down her back, her parents relocated to Boyle Heights. Across the street from the family home was the first Mt. Sinai Hospital, forerunner of today’s Cedars-Sinai. The female doctor who headed the hospital sometimes stopped by for tea and conversation. This was young Furth’s first inkling that she too might enter the medical field.

"We were poor, but didn’t know we were poor," Furth said. She grew up among emigrants from Scotland, Ireland, Italy and Mexico, learning fluent Spanish along the way. At Belvedere Junior High School, she served as the first ever female student body president. Later, she exchanged love-letters with a young man who would one day be a movie star: Anthony Quinn.

Graduating from Garfield High in 1933, she quickly earned a political science degree from UC Berkeley. Then it was on to Hastings Law School, which she left after a year, to accept what she calls "a glorious opportunity" to organize California laborers and farm workers. Posted in Monterey, she learned to scrape fish in the canneries lining the wharf. "We always saw this man on the end of a pier, sitting and writing," she said. The man was John Steinbeck.

Ultimately she would meet and marry Al Furth. Because he was often far from home working as a merchant seaman, she stayed with her parents in East Los Angeles for the birth of daughter Julie. In the 1950s, after serving as an officer in a cannery workers’ union, she decided to enter medical school. With the blessings of her husband and parents, who gladly provided child care for then-2-year-old Julie, Furth became one of only two women in her class at the College of Osteopathic Physicians and Surgeons, which would later evolve into the medical school of UC Irvine.

In that era, access to medical training was severely restricted both for Jews and for women. The prestigious USC Medical School, for instance, reportedly accepted only 5 percent women and 5 percent Jews. Happily, Furth faced little discrimination in the course of her studies. But as graduation approached, when she was pregnant with her second daughter, the dean called her into his office.

"It’s going to be embarrassing," he said, "if you go up on the platform. Would you mind if we gave you your certificate in private?"

As a general practitioner, Furth opened a clinic that still thrives on Cesar Chavez Boulevard. Over the years, she says, "I’ve known and followed four generations of East L.A. families." Today, the running of the clinic is handled by a younger partner, whom she describes as having more koichas (energy) than she herself can muster. She lives near Hancock Park with her second husband, a retired history teacher.

Her activities revolve around environmental issues, the Peace Center, and the Workman’s Circle, where she can further her interest in Yiddish language and culture. Not long ago she traveled to China to help daughter Marlene adopt an abandoned baby, now named Jennie Anmei Furth, whom she calls "one of the joys of my life."

For Furth, deep community involvement is "a Jewish trait, from the days of the shtetl." She points out many relatives who have made their mark, including a professor at the University of Moscow, a female scientist with the University of Chicago, and an early kibbutznik, Yasha Frumkin, who once worked closely with David Ben Gurion. About her own contributions she remains modest: "Looking back, I wonder how I did all those things."

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Your Letters

Irv Rubin

Jewish organizations had a field day denouncing Irv Rubin and his Jewish Defense League. All claimed he had no support in the Jewish community anywhere.

Rubin is innocent unless proven guilty at trial.

It is difficult to believe that this intelligent, articulate Jewish American leader would ever knowingly be party to such acts of criminal violence.

For those desiring to contribute to Rubin’s defense fund, contact the law offices of Morris and Altman at (310) 277-8481, or send donations to 1880 Center Park East, Suite 613, Los Angeles, CA 90067.

Howard Garber, Anaheim

Israel Solidarity Walk

Rob Eshman’s article emphasizing the plight of terror victims (“The Wounded Have Names,” Dec. 7) was an integral factor that contributed to the enthusiastic turnout at the Dec. 9 Israel Solidarity Walk-A-Thon.

The warmth, caring and responsive reception from the Los Angeles community was incredibly inspiring, which only served to strengthen my resolve to share our story. The solidarity we all felt that day proves to the world that we are united in our cause to help all terror victims.

Thank you Los Angeles for accepting us with open arms and making us feel so welcome and a part of your amazingly spiritual community.

On the night I arrived back in Israel, I was fortunate to have shared in a Chanukah celebration arranged by One Family, where over 400 victims of terror and their families attended. The pleasure we witnessed, as children screamed with delight as they opened present after present, will be etched in our memories forever.

Sharon Evans,One Family

J.D. Smith

J.D. Smith’s column (“Jingle Bell Rock,” Dec. 14) is one of the most disgusting pieces of writing I have ever read in your paper. I was totally aghast.

I can only hope that Smith will someday come to understand the depth and beauty of all Jewish observances, that we never have to compare any of our holidays to non-Jewish ones, and that Jewish is everything.

Miriam Fishman, Los Angeles

Mocking Christ and insulting Christians have no place in The Jewish Journal or anyplace else.

Sandra and Charles Aronberg, Beverly Hills

Orange County

As a Los Angeles native who has lived in Orange County for more than 27 years and as a long-time subscriber to The Jewish Journal, I welcome your Orange County section (“Why Orange County Matters,” Dec. 14). We have long needed a strong Jewish newspaper, and hopefully The Jewish Journal can fill that void. I look forward to your continued coverage.

Martin Brower, Corona del Mar

Harry Potter

I hate to burst Joseph Schames’ sarcastic bubble regarding Harry Potter and Jewish values (Letters, Nov. 30), but I found Rabbi Toba August very enlightening. With fundamentalist Christians denouncing Harry Potter and his powers as satanic and evil, I’m glad there is at least one person who finds something positive and noble in the way he conducts himself.

As for comparing Jesus’ sermon on the mount to the sayings of talmudic literature, no less an authority than Rabbi Leo Baeck wrote an essay titled “The Gospel as a Document of Jewish History,” in which he addressed the subject.

Michael Lifton, Pasadena

Austrian Restitution

In Barry Fisher and Elisabeth Steiner’s article (“Austrian Restitution of Nazi-Era Assets,” Oct. 12) there is no agency listed. Could you please let me know how to go about filing these claims?

Gunther Katz, Encino

Editor’s note: Contact Bet Tzedek’s HolocaustRestitution Hotline at (323) 549-5883; or the Claims Conference at 15 East 26Street, Room 906, New York, NY 10010, (212) 696-4944, www.claimscon.org .

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A Portion of Parshat Vayechi

Joseph has two children: Menasheh, the older, and Ephraim, the younger. Jacob blesses them both before he dies. He tells Joseph that, although the descendants of Menasheh will become a great people, the descendants of Ephraim will be even greater. In fact, King David was from the tribe of Ephraim.

Jacob says to Joseph: Israel will use your sons’ names to bless their own children. They will say: “God make you like Ephraim and Menasheh.” Do your parents place their hands on your head and bless you on Friday night? If they do, that is what they say. (If you are a girl, they say: “May God make you like Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah.)

Why did Jacob instruct our parents to use Menasheh’s and Ephraim’s names? The answer is simple: Menasheh and Ephraim did not fight. Cain killed his younger brother Abel; Esau wanted to kill Jacob; Joseph’s 11 brothers wanted to kill him. But, even though Ephraim got the blessing Menasheh should have received, they remained peaceful and loving brothers. And that is what all parents wish for their children.

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