Yeladim
Yeladim
On the final night of the Pacific Jewish Film Festival in February, the South African emigre community jammed the theater to see the comedy about Christians and Jews in South Africa. Long after the credits ended, they stayed, kibbitzing in the aisles, hungering for their own countrymen.
Like typical first-time tourists eager to take in the sights, 10 visiting Israeli teenagers kept to a jam-packed itinerary.
By now anyone can understand what is happening in the Middle East.
The spectacle of military dictatorships being exposed to the light of day is bracing, but now Europe, the United Nations and some in our own government want to return to business as usual. The president is basking in the deserved glory of our nation\’s victory, while some in his administration want to publish a road map that would reward one of the worst terrorist gangs in the world with a state of their own.
The legacy of Athens was not only the glory of Western democracy. It was also the brutality of Roman tyranny. And the legacy of Baghdad is not only Wahhabi obscurantism and viciousness. It is also religious tolerance and a this-worldly spirituality.
He came into my office clutching an old picture of a rabbi with a long, flowing beard. He was in his late 60s and clearly in a hurry
Most would argue that a couple thousand miles is a large enough gap to keep distance between people. Ten days and two groups of complete strangers put this notion to shame.
Here\’s what you miss when you go on an organized mission to Israel: You miss the closed-top market in Rosh Ayin, where sellers out-shout each other over megaphones, \”Underwear, girls\’ underwear, three for 10 shekels.\”
When Boris Eifman\’s ballet, \”Tchaikovsky: The Mystery of Life and Death,\” premiered in Moscow in 1993, angry picketers surrounded the concert hall.