The final act of Hertzberg-for-Mayor played out last week, with Bob Hertzberg endorsing challenger Antonio Villaraigosa. And although there was some unexpected drama, the endorsement itself proved anticlimactic: Villaraigosa already had surged to a comfortable double-digit lead in two polls.
In the end, it was hard to tell whether Hertzberg provided Villaraigosa a much-needed boost or succeeded mainly at hopping on board with the front-runner.
Hertzberg, a businessman-attorney and former state Assembly leader, was the last to endorse among the three major candidates who didn’t make the May 17 runoff. And like the others, Hertzberg went for Villaraigosa over incumbent Mayor James Hahn.
Ostensibly, Hertzberg’s support was the most critical, given his strong third-place finish, just behind Hahn. Hertzberg, who is Jewish, pro-business and lives in the Valley, polled well with voters who could make the difference: Jews, pro-business moderates and Valley residents.
But if opinion polls are to be trusted, most of these voters already have made up their minds. A Los Angeles Times’ poll last week put Villaraigosa 18 percentage points ahead. The Eastside city councilman held the edge in the most coveted, erstwhile Hertzberg constituencies. Overall, Hertzberg supporters favored Villaraigosa over Hahn 52 to 28 percent in the poll.
In contrast, Hahn led only among Republicans and self-described conservatives. And Villaraigosa never expected to claim those two categories, whether or not they’d previously supported Hertzberg. Another poll, by Survey USA, had Villaraigosa ahead by a hard-to-believe 32 percentage points.
So last week’s carefully staged gathering was cheated of potential magnitude from the outset, although Hertzberg and Villaraigosa made the best of it. The setting, a biotech plant in Sylmar, fairly shouted “Valley” and “high-tech” — natural Hertzberg themes. The featured supporters, seeded with board members of the Anti-Defamation League and Valley secessionists, also had a Hertzberg flavor.
The week’s most effective Villaraigosa endorsement, however, was the news that Los Angeles won’t house the new stem-cell research institute, because of flawed paperwork. In Sylmar, Villaraigosa referred to that stumble as “yesterday’s debacle,” chastising Hahn for “this city’s failure to fill out an application.”
Hertzberg was his ebullient, irrepressible self throughout, enfolding Villaraigosa in breath-defying hugs, clapping a bear paw on his shoulder repeatedly and even stepping on Villaraigosa’s lines when the candidate paused to address the Spanish-language media in Spanish. Yes, Hertzberg can do Spanish, too. County Supervisor Gloria Molina was on hand to referee and, at the formal announcement, to introduce both Hertzberg and Villaraigosa as her “brothers.”
The political circus slightly overwhelmed 61-year-old Linda Morfoot, who lost her sight from retinitis pigmentosa. She was at Second Sight Medical Products Inc. to work with equipment that gives her limited visual awareness of objects around her, which on Thursday included top politicos and a horde of reporters. She smiled politely as Villaraigosa held her hand and noted that the host company was “not just a great place of biotechnology and job creation, but giving people second sight.”
But it was Villaraigosa who got blindsided when he opened the floor to questions. Two television reporters immediately pounced, concerned only with a letter Villaraigosa had written nine years ago requesting that President Clinton review the case of Carlos Vignali, the convicted drug-dealing son of a political supporter.
This ill-conceived letter was the very thing Hahn had used four years ago to raise doubts about Villaraigosa. The issue hadn’t surfaced since, but the Hahnies are desperate, and in Sylmar, the Hahn campaign couldn’t have lobbed a more effective irritant into an occasion that was supposed to be about something else. As it happened, Hertzberg and Molina also had written letters requesting the pardon (as had, seemingly, scores of other politicians and officials, including Archbishop Roger Mahony).
Had Villaraigosa personally urged Hertzberg and Molina to write their letters? the reporters demanded to know.
No, replied Hertzberg and Molina.
Villaraigosa seemed taken aback. He stammered momentarily, then offered: “I took responsibility for my actions. Jim Hahn has refused to take responsibility for his.”
Villaraigosa was referring to his oft-repeated catechism about ongoing corruption probes of the Hahn administration. (So far, no member of the Hahn administration has been charged with wrongdoing.) The reporters accused Villaraigosa of dodging the question.
By this point, Villaraigosa press aide Nathan James was doing his darnedest to cut things short. Within moments, Villaraigosa was virtually hustled out a side door, as though he really did have something to hide. The scene would make good footage for a Hahn attack ad; it’s probably already in production.
Hahn himself resumed the assault at Sunday’s second-to-last mayoral debate, held at the Museum of Tolerance in West Los Angeles. He accused Villaraigosa of writing the first letter on behalf of the drug dealer, whom, he said, had perpetrated the worst drug crime in Minnesota history.
If Hahn can successfully frame this race in such terms (i.e., Villaraigosa will do to Angelenos what he tried to wreak upon hapless Minnesotans), then Hahn wins again. But the consensus among political observers is the tactic will feel stale four years after Hahn first used it, with Villaraigosa, the former and respectable state Assembly leader, now sitting respectably on the City Council.
At the Museum of Tolerance, Villaraigosa reiterated his contrition over writing on Vignali’s behalf. Then he launched his return broadside into Hahn.
Overall, contrary to most assumptions, Hahn came across as the more relaxed warrior, while Villaraigosa displayed little of his vaunted charisma.
If Hahn does begin to make inroads — and he’s never lost an election — a fully engaged Hertzberg could matter. In Sylmar, Hertzberg pledged his every ounce of energy, his every big idea, or, as he put it: “Any way I can make that contribution, Mr. Antonio, I will, to make L.A. a great place.”
Hahn’s camp dismissed the endorsement, noting that Hertzberg and Villaraigosa had once roomed together in Sacramento, when both served in the Legislature. In fact, the endorsement could have been a close call, because Hertzberg and Villaraigosa had a falling out near the end of Villaraigosa’s term as Assembly speaker.
Besides, the person who mortally wounded Hertzberg-for-Mayor was Villaraigosa, not Hahn. Last year, when Hertzberg entered the race, Villaraigosa was on record saying he would not run. Hertzberg had planned a broad-based campaign that would play for Villaraigosa’s core progressive supporters, said campaign consultant John Shallman in a recent interview.
Villaraigosa’s late entry forced Hertzberg strategically to the political right, Shallman said, because Hertzberg couldn’t realistically win away the Villaraigosa faithful from Villaraigosa himself. So, Hertzberg shifted smoothly in midstream, connecting with moderate Jews, other moderates and Valley residents, but ran out of time and money to further expand his base or deepen his support.
Thus, when Hahn’s troubles opened the door for a Hertzberg candidacy, it was Villaraigosa who closed it again. And if Hertzberg wants to run again, Hahn will be termed out in four years; Villaraigosa could be around for eight. So if Hahn could win and Hertzberg could help make it happen, there’s a logic for Hertzberg to go with Hahn, despite their sharp exchanges in the primary.
But for now, Hahn looks like a loser, and Hertzberg doesn’t like Hahn nearly enough to back him, win or lose. And maybe, just maybe, Hertzberg thinks Villaraigosa would make a better mayor.
“They hated me, didn’t they, because they barely laughed,” Elon Gold said fretfully after his audition on the new Fox sitcom “Stacked,” starring Pamela Anderson.
“That’s exactly the neurosis your character needs,” Executive Producer Steve Levitan told the 34 year old comic-actor (“You’re the One,” “The In-Laws”).
The anxiety factor is why Gold was hired as a last-minute replacement for Tom Everett Scott, who was deemed too laid back to portray Gavin, the tense bookstore owner employing party girl Skyler (Anderson).
In the promising pilot — which one critic called “‘Frasier’ with boobs” — Gold proved a hilarious comic foil for the vacuous yet surprisingly insightful Anderson. The ex “Baywatch” beauty whose, er, body of work has rendered her America’s iconic blonde bombshell, is the latest celebrity to essentially play herself on TV, albeit not on a reality show.
Gold, in part, is playing himself, too. The character “needs to be an uptight, neurotic intellectual, and I think that Elon can portray that,” Levitan told the New York Daily News.
The comic agrees that his “head is filled with all kinds of crazy problems”; the latest is Levitan’s idea about creating a Marilyn Monroe-Arthur Miller style affair between Gavin and Skyler.
“I’m almost hoping they don’t make my character Jewish, in case romance sparks and I get in trouble from all my relatives for marrying a shiksa,” said Gold, an observant Jew.
The relatives no doubt approve his take on landing the show to “a Purim miracle,” however. On that holiday, Levitan called him in for a meeting and the next night he was surprised in his synagogue parking lot by a Fox executive, with Gold’s contract in hand.
The comic said he was excited to land the sitcom because it’s “a throwback to shows like ‘Cheers’ and ‘Taxi'” and also because of ex-Playboy model Anderson, whom he had ogled on “Baywatch.”
“It doesn’t matter what she wears, she’s provocative,” he said of meeting her on the “Stacked” set. But he’s madly in love with his wife, Sacha, who does not feel threatened by Anderson.
“Her theory is, the more beautiful the actress, the less chance I’d ever have,” Gold said.
TAG Gallery: (11 a.m.-5 p.m.)Last chance to see the “Infinite Growth,” the paintings of Shizuko Greenblatt. 2903 Santa Monica Blvd., Santa Monica. (310) 829-9556.
Forum Gallery: 10 a.m.-5:30 p.m. “Helen’s Exile” is Peter Krausz’s exhibit of landscape paintings . 8069 Beverly Blvd., Los Angeles. (323) 655-1565.
Laemmle Sunset 5 and Landmark Westside Pavilion Theatres: various times. “Winter Solstice,” writer-director Josh Sternfeld’s debut film. Laemmle Sunset 5, 8000 Sunset Blvd., W. Hollywood. (213)848-3500.
Westside Pavilion, 10800 Pico Blvd., Los Angeles. (310) 475-0202.
Media City Ballet: 2 p.m. and 8 p.m. “The Making of a Dancer,”a behind-the-scenes look at the training and life of a professional dancer, featuring principal dancer Arsen Serobian. $20-$25. The Performing Arts Center, CSUN, 18111 Nordhoff St., Northridge. (213) 480-3232.
The Tarzana Community and Cultural Center: 8 p.m. “From I Do to I Don’t,” a drama concerning marital problems between an Italian Catholic lawyer and his Jewish wife. Also, Sun. at 2 p.m. $10-$12. 19130 Ventura Blvd., Tarzana. R.S.V.P., (818) 762-6950.
UCLA: 8 p.m. Dylan Moran in “Monster.”$10-$25. McGowan Little Theater, Charles E. Young Drive, UCLA. (310) 825-2101.
April 24 /SUNDAY
ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT
Ruskin Group Theatre: 5 p.m. “Capture Now,” a coming-of-age tale about Long Island Jewish teen Elijah. $15-$20. 3000 Airport Drive, Santa Monica. (310) 397-3244.
April 25/MONDAY
LECTURES
Skirball Cultural Center: 8 p.m. Musician Brian Eno and scientist Danny Hills discuss their careers and the nature of creativity. $20-$30. 2701 N. Sepulveda Blvd., Los Angeles. (866) 468-3399.
ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT
Theatre 40: 8 p.m. “Driving Miss Daisy” by Alfred Uhry. $9-$20. Reuben Cordova Theatre, Beverly Hills High School, 241 Moreno Drive, Beverly Hills. (310) 364-0535.
April 26 /TUESDAY
LECTURES
North Valley JCC: 1 p.m. Mel Janis on the migration of U.S. Jews from East to West Coast. Refreshments to follow. $2-$4. 16601 Rinaldi St., Granada Hills. (818) 360-2211.
EVENTS
Museum of Tolerance: 11:30 a.m.-
6:30 p.m. “Liberation: Revealing the Unspeakable,”profiles both victims of camps and their liberators. 9786 W. Pico Blvd., Los Angeles. (310) 553-9036.
KVCR: 10 p.m. “Exodus and Freedom” a new Passover special by Jewish Television Network Productions. (818) 789-5891. www.jewishnetwork.com.
APRIL 27/WEDNESDAY
EVENTS
Jewish Community Foundation: 7:30-
9 a.m. “Advising in a Changing Environment: Critical Issues for Professional Advisers” breakfast seminar for continuing education credit, on California Domestic Partnerships. Sherman Oaks. R.S.V.P., (323) 761-8708.
APRIL 28 /THURSDAY
LECTURES
UCLA: 4-5:30 p.m. “Dilemmas in Counterterrorism Decision-Making” with Boaz Ganor, director of the International Policy Institute for Counter-Terrorism. Free. Faculty Center, Sequoia 1, UCLA. (310) 206-8578.
EVENTS
Women’s Guild of Cedars-Sinai Medical Center: 7 p.m. Opening night gala preview for the Los Angeles Antiques Show. $300. Barker Hangar, Santa Monica Air Center, 3021 Airport Ave., Santa Monica. (310) 423-3667.
APRIL 29 /FRIDAY
ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT
University of Judaism: 10 a.m.-2 p.m. Closing day of “Hued and Hewn.” Platt and Borstein Gallery, 15600 Mulholland Drive, Bel Air. (310) 476-9777, ext. 201.
Santa Monica Playhouse Jewish Heritage Program and Yiddishkayt L.A.: 8 p.m. Preview of “Yiddish She-Devils.” $15. The Other Space, Santa Monica Playhouse, 1211 Fourth St., Santa Monica. (310) 394-9779, ext. 1.
UPCOMING
Thur., May 26
Adat Shalom: Senior Group fundraising day trip to Pechanga. For more information call (310) 302-8995.
SINGLES
APRIL 23 /SATURDAY
Super-Singles (35+): 8 p.m.-midnight. Singles Dance at the Elks Lodge for all singles and couples. $12. 20925 Osborne St., Canoga Park. (800) 672-6122.
APRIL 24 /SUNDAY
Jewish Single Volleyball: Noon. Volleyball and post-game no-host dinner. Free. Playa del Rey Beach court No. 11 at the end of Culver Boulevard, Playa del Rey. (310) 278-9812.
APRIL 25/MONDAY
Israeli Folk Dancing: 8 p.m.-12:30 a.m. Classes by Israel Yakove meet Mondays and Thursdays. All ages. $7. 2244 Westwood Blvd., Los Angeles. (310) 839-2550.
APRIL 26 /TUESDAY
Westwood Jewish Singles (45+):
7:30 p.m. Therapist Maxine Gellar leads a discussion on “Who or what was the most inspiration in your life?” $10. West Los Angeles area. R.S.V.P., (310) 444-8986.
West Valley JCC: 8-11 p.m. Israeli folk dancing with James Zimmer.
$5-$6. Also, salsa, swing, and tango lessons for an additional $3 begin at
7 p.m. The New JCC at Milken,
22622 Vanowen St., West Hills.
(310) 284-3638.
APRIL 27/WEDNESDAY
Nexus (20s-40s): 6 p.m. Volleyball followed by no-host dinner. End of Culver Boulevard, near court No. 15, Playa del Rey. www.jewishnexus.org.
Wilshire Boulevard Temple: 7 p.m. (beginners), 8 p.m. (regular class), 9:15 p.m. -midnight (open dancing). David Dassa leads Israeli dancing. $7. Irmas Campus, 2112 S. Barrington Ave., Los Angeles. ddassa@att.net.
ATID (20s and 30s): 7:30 p.m. “Who wrote the Bible … and does it matter?” Free (Sinai Temple Members), $5 (nonmembers). Gold Hall, Sinai Temple, 10400 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles. (310) 481-3244.
APRIL 28/THURSDAY
Conversations at Leon’s: 7 p.m. “The Art of Listening.” $15-$17. 639 226th St., Santa Monica. R.S.V.P., (310) 393-4616.
L.A.’s Fabulous Best Connection: Dinner and conversation at The Cheesecake Factory, 189 The Grove Drive, Los Angeles. (323) 782-0435.
APRIL 29/FRIDAY
Harbor Jewish Singles (55+): 8 p.m. Shabbat services and oneg at University Synagogue, 3400 Michelson, Irvine. (949) 553-3535.
UPCOMING
Sun., May 1
SababaParties (24+): 8 p.m.-1 a.m. Jewish Singles Party at The Conga Room. $25-$30. 5364 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles. R.S.V.P., (310) 657-6680.
Sun., May 8-Fri., May 13
Active Jewish Singles (45+): Trip to power spots and spiritual places in Arizona, including Sedona, Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Gooseneck and Valley of the Gods, Lake Powell and lastly a visit to the Hopi Tribe. Led by an outdoor jeep tour guide versed in Native American and Jewish spirituality. $750 from Phoenix, includes all accommodation, transportation and most meals. Space limited to 15 people. (760) 720-2049.
For the most twisted example of Passover television programming, tune into VH1 Classic’s hour-long “Matzoh and Metal: A Very Classic Passover.” Twisted Sister lead singer Dee Snider hosts the special, in which he shares a Passover meal with Jewish rockers Scott Ian of Antrhax, Leslie West of Mountain and Snider’s bandmate JJ French. Sponsored by Manischewitz, the program will focus on the rockers’ musical and Passover memories. It airs on Sunday, April 24. VH1 Classic. www.vh1.com.
I can just imagine my Orthodox grandparents worrying about making the seder come alive for their grandchildren. Grandma was too busy de-feathering chickens and grandpa taking care of business in his violin shop to think about how we might be kept happy at their seder table. Entertainment and seder would never have been uttered in the same sentence in their Bronx home behind the H. Bass Music store.
But I am different. I have the time and the energy to make our seder a swirling, interactive event for my four grandchildren. Why, they can even dip their little feet into my cellophane Red Sea as it parts on my living room floor.
And, to top it off, I am the maven of plague bags. When the kids were very little, the bags were little. The first years they were small, white paper bags with simple black lettering. Simple items went into them: frogs that I had made out of green paper, 99 Cent Store kid’s sunglasses for darkness, wrapping bubbles that popped like boils and small plastic cups colored with red markers to signify the blood.
No grandchild would ever sit tired and glassy eyed just waiting and praying for the meal. We would go through the entire hagaddah, but with enough diversions to allow them to stay ‘with us’ without having a grand melt down before the first course.
In 2003, I went big time. I bought small canvas bags for 99 cents each but then had them machine embroidered by my dressmaker friend Liz. Each child’s name was written in a different font and color. She attached ribbon fringe with multicolored beads to the bags. Creativity and hopes of keeping their attention and in the process teaching them the significance of the seder meal was my goal. And now, my friends were getting involved as well.
Last year, we had our bags, we had our green gummy frogs, we had our boils and our blood. When it came to talk about darkness, I turned out all the lights and each person at the table talked about what darkness meant to them. The kids said bedtime and a few of the adults joked about sex.
But everything seems to pale in comparison to my hail. Now, you have to understand that the previous years’ hail was quite adequate. Small rolled up pieces of silver foil did the trick and could be playfully tossed around the table. But, a few weeks before Passover, I had read in The New York Times about a grandfather (surely he did not own a violin-making store) who also tries to engage his young grandchildren at seder time. During the day, the article said, this man secretly and gently places minimarshmallows on top of the blades of his wooden ceiling fan. My eyes lit up. This would be a real crowd pleaser. When the fan was turned on, the little white pseudo-hail would fly around the room, just like the real thing as all would watch, wide-eyed.
I had a ceiling fan. I would buy the tiny puffs and we too would have our authentic San Fernando Valley hail. Surely the kids and the grown-ups would stand in awe of this my most fabulous creation to date.
Everyone followed me from the table as we marched to my computer room where the fan was silently waiting with its marshmallow topping. One of the kids turned on the fan and as predicted, the tiny white confections started flying. Up, down and on the ground. I waited, if not for deafening applause, at least oohs and ahs from my adoring fans.
Here is what really happened. They looked; some may have even thought, “Wow, that was great!” At least I hoped they did. But no one said much and if they did, it was lost in the shuffling of feet as they scurried back to the seder table.
The marshmallows. I was too tired to even think of cleaning them up that night or even asking for help. We did get a few up, but that was because they had stuck to the bottom of shoes and kept sticking us down as we walked.
The marshmallows a week later? Many still remained where the fan had dutifully blown them the night of our seder. Many more hardened where they lay but I learned to walk gingerly among them. As the days melted into weeks, they began to harden. A friend said, “If you leave them on the floor long enough, next year they will really feel like hail.” She was on to something. My ever creative mind clicked in and I answered:
“Yes, and the kids could wear woolen hats and mufflers and maybe even ski clothing.”
When I started to think about erecting a miniature ski lift next to the pool, I knew, that even for me, that would be going over the edge.
Maybe my grandparents back in the Bronx had the right idea after all.
Barbara Joan Grubman is a retired speech specialist and author of “Introduction to terrariums: A step-by-step guide” (Nash Pub, 1972) She lives in Woodland Hills.
Ten days ago, I was in the Al Serif Camp in Darfur, Sudan, with Fatima, the girl you see in the photograph. She lives there with 15,000 other refugees.
Not only has she lost her home and much of her family, she has seen horrors no child should ever imagine, let alone endure. Throughout Darfur and Chad, there are thousands upon thousands just like her.
What chills the heart at Al Serif and the other camps like it is the awful silence that permeates the tents. One is struck by the utter desolation. The little girl’s outstretched cup waits for something other than her own tears — for water, for hope. No one can live without a measure of both.
As Passover approaches, I gaze at her photograph, reminded of the cup of Elijah. It overflows with the promise of redemption, but Fatima’s cup is empty.
Our seders summon our people’s ancient memory. We experience Passover ke’ilu, as if we were slaves in Egypt. We eat matzah to recall our affliction, and we retell the timeless story of what it is to be oppressed. But in the end, there is rejoicing, because our people were redeemed.
In Jewish tradition, the seder is more than a ritual. It seeks to awaken not only our memory but our conscience. Passover is not an exercise in nostalgia. It calls us to identify with those we once were: the destitute, the disenfranchised, the defenseless. It requires this little girl, Fatima, to sit at our table, where she can be seen and heard, where there is a cup not only for Elijah but for her.
Look at her photograph. She is a child no different — except for her misfortune — than your child or mine. She is a citizen of the world, a bearer of the divine image.
When our cups overflow, how can we forget that hers is empty? When we raise the matzah and announce, “Let all who are hungry come and eat,” do we mean it? How can we open the door for Elijah, and close it on children like Fatima?
The crisis in Darfur is not only political but humanitarian. Admittedly, medicine, food and shelter are not all that are needed in the Sudan. But there is no arguing with the mitzvah of saving lives, reducing suffering and bestowing hope for a better day, even if it seems distant.
The Israelites were enslaved for generations. But one day, after the long night of darkness, the sun came up, and they went free.
A Chasidic rebbe, Naftali Tzvi Horowitz, would leave the cup of Elijah empty. He would then invite his guests to fill it with wine from their own cups, to symbolize that redemption will not come unless each of us helps to bring it.
Here in our comfortable homes, at our ample tables, we cannot wait for the day of redemption. It is up to us to fill Fatima’s cup. And perhaps, we will find that the more we share at this Passover season, the more we will have to celebrate.
Contributions for humanitarian aid can me made to International Medical Corps, 1919 Santa Monica Blvd., Suite 300, Santa Monica, CA 90404-1950, or MAZON: A Jewish Response to Hunger, 1990 S. Bundy Drive, Suite 260, Los Angeles, CA 90025.
Rabbi Lee Bycel is special adviser for global strategy, International Medical Corps, and senior moderator at the Aspen Institute.
We Jews number about 13 million souls worldwide, as opposed to the Roman Catholic Church’s claim of 1.2 billion. One might argue that it is un-mitigated chutzpah for a rabbi to offer advice to the new pope as he begins his papacy. After all, what the church does is its own business. However, the pope, as the most influential religious leader in the world, affects me and the Jewish people, not to mention the rest of humanity, with his words and deeds. That being the case, there is much indeed that we Jews have the duty to share with the new pope and the Catholic church.
Before I weigh in, I want to express my deepest gratitude for the direction the church has taken in the past 40 years vis-á-vis Judaism and the Jewish people, especially in light of the past 2,000 years, during which time the church brutalized and persecuted us. Our refusal to convert to Christianity and the Gospel slander of the crime of deicide gave rise to centuries of crusades, inquisitions, expulsions, thievery, pogroms, blood libels, murder, mayhem and the Holocaust.
All that began to change once Pope John XXIII convened Vatican II in the mid-1960s. John Paul II, in particular, exhibited early on his profound desire for Christian-Jewish reconciliation. He visited the Great Synagogue in Rome in 1986 and said: “You are our dearly beloved brothers and, in a certain way … you are our elder brothers.” Following in the spirit of Nostrae Aetate he repudiated Christian anti-Semitism as evil and contrary to Christianity. He repudiated the claim that Jews are “cursed” because we don’t accept Jesus as the Messiah and, quoting from Romans (11:28-29) he made his point that, in truth, the Jews are beloved of God.
Only 100 years ago, Pius IX refused Theodor Herzl’s request for assistance in securing the land of Israel for the Jewish people because we continued to refuse Jesus as Christ, and therefore, the pope insinuated, the ancient land no longer belonged to the Jewish people. Marking a 180-degree turnabout, John Paul II established diplomatic relations with the State of Israel in 1993; became the first sitting pope ever to visit the Holy Land in 2000, where he spoke tearfully at the Yad Vashem Holocaust museum in solidarity with Jewish suffering; and stood in prayer at the Kotel, where he asked Divine forgiveness for the sins Christians had committed against Jews throughout history (and especially during the Holocaust).
John Paul II called upon all Christians to recognize that because anti-Semitism has found a place in Christian thought and teaching there is a need for acts of teshuvah, or repentance. And he affirmed the spiritual bonds that exist between Jews and Christians going back to Abraham: “The Catholic faith is rooted in the eternal truths of the Hebrew Scriptures and in the irrevocable covenant made with Abraham.”
Under Pope John Paul the church argued passionately and forcefully on behalf of the victims of war and persecution, while condemning violence, war and terrorism. The church also advocated peace between Protestants and Catholics in Ireland and between Israelis and Palestinians in the Middle East. It helped bring down the tyranny of the former Soviet Union; criticized the excessive consumption, corporate greed and inherent inequity of unbridled and unchecked capitalism; advocated for the rights of workers to a decent wage, accessible health care, safe working conditions and retirement pensions; and condemned capital punishment as state evil.
Despite the church’s healing legacy to the Jewish people, and the strong moral progressive stands of John Paul II in recent years, the church’s record is mixed and troubling in other ways.
I would hope that Pope Benedict XVI does not repeat the Church’s past and will continue to develop understanding between the church and Judaism, as well as between the church and Islam. There is some indication that this will be the case, based upon a 210-page document published three years ago titled, “The Jewish People and the Holy Scriptures in the Christian Bible” by the Pontifical Biblical Commission, which was authorized by then-Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger, the Vatican’s chief theologian. The document contains an apology to the Jewish people for anti-Semitic passages contained in the Christian Bible, and also stresses the continuing importance of the Torah for Christians. On the other hand, Ratzinger alarmed Jewish leaders the year before when he declared that the Church was waiting for the moment when Jews will “say yes to Christ.”
In another slim volume titled “Many Religions — One Covenant” the future pope wrote of reconciliation, of the ongoing role of the Jewish people and of the Torah’s value. All this seems positive.
Benedict XVI’s role during the Nazi period, however, will have to be more fully vetted in the coming days. Despite his theological openness to Jews and his close working relationship with John Paul II, we Jews cannot help but be unnerved by the fact that Ratzinger was a member of Hitler Youth before being drafted into the German army. My first piece of advice to the new pope is to explain your past.
Otherwise, my advice to the new pope is to reassess the church’s rigidity and its cruel moral stances concerning women, family planning, homosexuality and dissent. The church should acknowledge that its record on women has been abysmal. Quoting Frances Kissling, the American president of Catholics for Free Choice, “The man who exhorted world leaders to extend democracy and human rights in the world used every means at his disposal to deny Catholics that freedom in the church. He told us women in the global north that we were selfish and individualistic…. He told those who were at risk of HIV/AIDS that death is better than sex with condoms.”
The church’s “culture of life” and strict adherence to conservative Catholic doctrine against birth control, the use of condoms and a woman’s right to choose to end a pregnancy have all encouraged the spread of HIV/AIDS in Africa, and resulted in greater poverty in third-world nations and misery in countries already burdened by overpopulation.
Although an internal problem, the church’s lack of sympathy toward homosexuals and its rigid rejection of divorce has turned hundreds of thousands of faithful Catholics away from the church.
Most egregiously, the church has been far too passive, too slow and too late in applying a no-tolerance position to priests who sexually abused children, and to church officials, including bishops and cardinals, who protected the abusers.
Given this new pope’s staunch conservatism, the church is likely not to reconsider the issue of priestly celibacy and marriage, as well as the right of women to become priests, although I am aware of no prohibition against either anywhere in the Christian Bible. For that matter, the sea of mostly white male faces among the cardinals in Rome was an eerie throwback. This wanton exclusion of half the Catholic world’s population from leadership of the church robs Catholicism of the talent, wisdom, compassion and moral sensibility of people who could bring about great advances in the lives of people throughout the developing nations.
Benedict XVI’s insistence that modernism has nothing to offer the church is an ominous signal that moral progressivism is not going to be part of the church’s agenda.
Though the church in recent years has been a strong advocate for freedom and democracy around the world, it is likely that the new pope, like his predecessor, will continue to squash internal church dissent and publicly humiliate bishops and theologians whenever they deviate from papal orthodoxies and question the pope’s interpretation of moral theology.
I pray that I am wrong. The church desperately needs reform in order to truly fulfill its own mission of bringing faith and compassion to millions of people around the world.
As Jews, we have every right to critique the church even as we critique ourselves and our own tradition. I pray that this new pope does so, and may God bless his efforts.
You always see him one more time. It’s inevitable. And it’s always on a bad hair day.
I’m flying home from a Chi-town visit with the Davis fam. Sporting yoga pants, glasses and a tired green hoodie, I grab my backpack, my book, “Midlife Crisis at 30” (required airplane reading), and board the plane.
I spot him immediately. Or at least the back of his head. He’s 25 feet ahead of me, but it’s a whole “back of his head like the back of my hand” thing. I know it’s him. I just don’t know how to react.
Ben and I had an on again, off again, on (me) again five-month stint about four years ago. Haven’t seen him since. There was no heated argument or “we need to talk.” The relationship just ran out of ink, faded away. OK, fine — he stopped calling. After he pulled the Elijah, I kept hoping for one more chance, one more call, one more date, when he’d see me and realize he’d made a huge mistake.
But this was not the moment I imagined. This was not the outfit I saw myself wearing. This was not the book I wanted to be caught reading.
With Ben’s noggin in clear view, I analyze my options and do what any self-sufficient woman would do. I duck behind the tall dude in front of me. Chances are, I’ll be seated rows in front of Ben and he’ll never know I’m here. I’m short. I’m blonde. I can blend.
As I inch down the aisle, I realize blending’s not an option. Because sitting right next to me, assigned to the aisle seat across from mine, is my ex, Ben. The stewardess asks that I return my jaw to the upright position, because we’re ready for takeoff.
I throw my frozen deep dish in the overhead, my JanSport under the seat, and hear, “Carin?”
“Ben, hey…. Wow. How funny is this? How are you?”
This should make for good in-flight entertainment. I frantically sit on my book, pull the scrunchie from my hair, and pray my glasses scream sexy librarian. In the movies, the ex run-in always occurs in a great dress on a fun date with a new guy. In real life, no such thing.
My friend, Angel, ran into her ex while walking home from pottery class covered in clay. My friend Jen saw her former beau at the gym. I bumped into an ex at the Pavilions checkout. I was buying wine, ice cream and a 12 pack — of toilet paper. Not exactly the stuff of a Meg Ryan rom-com. And now I’m trapped on a 4 1/2 hour, 1,749-mile friendly skies reunion with no place to go but aisle. And I thought the worst thing about this flight was going to be my kosher meal.
“This is so great, Carin. What’s going on with you? What are you up to?”
Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten your seat belt sign, we are about to experience turbulence.
It’s not that I didn’t want to see Ben; I just didn’t want to see him like this. Ben’s supposed to think I’m cute and successful and happy. I’m supposed to wow him with my impossible beauty and enviable career. I want him to think I’m stunning and funny and the one that got away. But with the way I look right now, he’s probably thinking, thank God he got away.
I know, I know — why do I care what a boyfriend from six boyfriends ago thinks? I guess it’s an ego thing. A whole “I Want You to Want Me,” “I Will Survive,” “Ain’t Nothing Gonna Break My Stride” remix. The look on his face when he grasps that he was right — it wasn’t me, it was him — is the ultimate “I told you so, your loss buddy, I still got it” confidence booster.
Two bags of free pretzels later, Ben and I move beyond “what’s a five-letter word for awkward” and talk careers, life, even current dating sitches. I don’t feel a thing. And not just because I pounded two mid-flight mini-vodkas. I no longer have feelings for Ben. Not a yearning, a pulled heartstring or a mile-high urge. Guess my emotional baggage shifted during flight. Ben’s a great guy, a smart guy, but not everything I built him up to be. This run-in made me realize his opinion doesn’t matter. Bad travel clothes aside, I’m doing just fine on my own.
Besides it’s not like he’s doing that well. He is flying coach.
Two weeks ago, I walked in early for a dinner meeting at Sprazzo, a small Italian restaurant on Westwood Boulevard. The owner was busy pushing several small tables together, re-draping white tablecloths and rearranging place settings so that, by the time the other guests arrived, we all sat down to one long banquet table, stretching from one side of the room to the other.
The guest of honor sat in the center.
Someone who has known Ruth Messinger for a long time told me that she is a passionate crusader, but starchy and humorless. I was envisioning a lengthy dinner with a lean, hungry version of Bella Abzug.
Messinger was a social worker who entered politics in the ’70s, when she became disgusted with New York City’s school system. She served as borough president of Manhattan, and, as the flag-carrier of the city’s liberal West Side, ran against Republican Mayor Rudy Giuliani in his 1997 bid for re-election. He creamed her.
Messinger wasn’t left enough for some — she barely beat Al Sharpton in the primary — and too left, or left-seeming, for others. The unions deserted her, she got just 27 percent of the Jewish vote, and in the heavily Democratic city she lost by 17 points.
Messinger looked around for a place to make a difference, and found it in a small organization called American Jewish World Service (AJWS).
AJWS collects and distributes money to combat hunger and disease and for disaster-relief efforts and long-term development aid. It sends Jewish professionals to three continents to lend expertise to development NGOs, and runs a popular Alternative Break program in partnership with Hillel. The program sends college students to work on grass-roots development projects abroad while learning about the connections between social justice, service and Judaism.
AJWS is an upstart among Jewish organizations, yet under Messinger’s inspired leadership it has been attracting press, money and volunteers.
A lot of AJWS’s money and energy is coming from younger Jews. Rabbi Sharon Brous of Ikar congregation, a former AJWS intern, was among those at the dinner, and Progressive Jewish Alliance (PJA) Director Daniel Sokatch organized it. After our dinner, Messinger spoke to young Jewish professionals brought together by the PJA.
The message of AJWS resonates among this putatively elusive, disinterested species. College-age Jews flock to join its Alternative Break program, Gen X Jews make their first donations to its coffers. When Messinger took over, the annual budget was $2.5 million. Now it’s $11 million.
That jump proves what should be clear to anyone familiar with the litany of polls and surveys decrying the sad state of Jewish life: The majority of Jews are not unaffiliated; they’re un-fulfilliated.
Standard synagogue services don’t speak to their souls, standard Jewish organizations don’t spark their imaginations and standard Jewish concerns over anti-Semitism and Israel don’t engage their intellects. The last National Jewish Population Survey showed an affiliation rate of around 30 percent. Don’t believe it. That’s the fulfilliation rate. I just haven’t met many young Jews who don’t want to be moved by their heritage or inspired by their faith. What they say is that religious services bore the stuffing out of them; synagogues can be cold; organized Jewish life expensive and elitist, and Jewish political expression ossified.
But along comes a Messinger — and thankfully she has her counterparts in the synagogue and organizational world — who offers the unfulfilled something important, with a twist: It’s shot through with Jewish values, study and connection. “It’s important for the American Jewish college student to see how little it takes to make a difference in people’s lives,” she said. “The young people see this as a really Jewish thing to do.”
At Sprazzo, it turned out that Messinger’s good dinner company, too. She drank a couple of glasses of Pinot Grigio, laughed at all the right moments, and spoke of AJWS’s mission with passion, without starchiness.
The problems of the developing world, she said, are “silent tsunamis.” The deaths of thousands from hunger, violence and preventable diseases rarely make the headlines, but demand our response just the same. “Some 300,000 people will die in Sudan in the next three months. This is Rwanda in slow motion,” she said, speaking of the crisis in Darfur.
AJWS has helped put Darfur on the international agenda. When aid money and volunteers flow into troubled regions from AJWS, she pointed out, these Jews become the positive “stereotype of what all Jews are.”
AJWS speaks to the imperative of individual and collective responsibility that is at the heart of the Passover narrative, and it became easy for me to imagine the banquet table at Sprazzo as a kind of pre-seder table. There was talk of repression, of plagues and finally of the hope for deliverance, which, we are taught every spring, is in our very own hands.
“If you take seriously the idea that you were once slaves,” Messinger said, “then you help.”
On March 31, The New York Times ran an astonishing page: a photo showing Christian, Jewish and Muslim clerics gathered in what the newspaper called “a rare show of unity.” What brought these sometime enemies together? The headline told the story: “Religious Chiefs Decry Gay Pride Fest in Jerusalem.”
Lorri L. Jean, executive director of the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center, sent the article out to many of us in the community with a short introduction:
“Finally, the way to peace in the Middle East. Uniting against us!”
Do we laugh or cry? The people in the photo would have us hang our heads in shame, but instead we shake our heads in disbelief. When I read further, I realized why they are afraid — the people they imagine us to be are not the people we are. They envision a scary “other,” a kind of “terrorist” actively seeking to destroy their way of life, while I picture people I actually know, people like me and my partner and my congregants — Jews who take Judaism seriously, living Jewish lives in a caring community. Like many who journey to Israel, we look forward to visiting Jerusalem in the company of others who would gather to study, to pray, to celebrate respect and appreciation for one another, earnest in our belief that we too are created in God’s image, and charged with the responsibility of making our world a better one.
This week’s Torah portion, Acharei Mot, gives us the first of two verses in Torah that have been understood for generations as prohibiting men from having sex with other men: “You shall not lie with a male like lying with a woman: it is an offensive thing” (Leviticus 18:22). Along with Leviticus 20:13, the verse continues to be the source of much agony in our time as gay men and lesbians struggle for civil rights and for a place in religious communities. During discussions of marriage equality or who can be a rabbi, it is still the verse most commonly quoted.
In response to the three clerics who made the front page of The New York Times, in just one week several hundred clergy, mostly from the United States, signed on to a letter of support for WorldPride in Jerusalem, saying, among other things, that “Jerusalem, a living, holy city, a pilgrimage site for people of many faiths and many beliefs, increases in holiness when all are welcome within her walls.”
I am grateful to be hearing voices of other clergy speaking out. But I’m also saddened by the necessity of pitting ourselves one against another, spending our time and energies fighting each other instead of looking for common ground.
Acharei Mot begins with a different set of instructions before arriving at the litany of sexual prohibitions. God instructs Moses to instruct Aaron on the sacrifices of expiation to be offered on Yom Kippur. Therein we find the original scapegoat — an actual goat on whose head “Aaron shall lay both his hands … and confess over it all the iniquities and transgressions of the Israelites” (16:21) before sending it off into the wilderness. Ever since this practice ended (or maybe before it began), individuals and groups have served as scapegoats — the declared cause of this, that and another ill that has befallen society or that prevents people or nations from being all they could be. Having invented the idea of scapegoat, Jews ironically are no strangers to serving as one. So we know the unfairness and inaccuracy of the practice, yet we ourselves also often manage to engage in scapegoating. Liberal Jews scapegoat Orthodox Jews and vice versa, to name but one example.
But as Aaron did with the original scapegoat, when we scapegoat human beings we also send them away into the wilderness. We banish them from our lives by describing them as enemies, by imagining we have nothing in common, by deciding to fear each other, by condemning or dismissing or blaming one another. All of which, of course, makes it increasingly unlikely that we will ever instead get to know one another, ever look for our common humanity, ever discover our shared respect for the values and ethics of our shared religions or our shared God.
This Shabbat is Shabbat Hagadol, the Shabbat before Pesach begins, a time to ready ourselves for this z’man kheruteinu — the “season of our freedom.” Wouldn’t it be a wonder if “this year in Jerusalem” we found both freedom of religion and the freedom that comes to each of us when we feel true respect for one another?
Chag Pesach sameach.
Lisa Edwards is rabbi at Beth Chayim Chadashim — House of New Life — in Los Angeles.
Tune that radio dial to KCRW this morning for a different sort of Q-&-A. The station airs ListenUP’s latest holiday special, “Passover: A Time For Questions,” hosted by actor Arye Gross. Chef Ruth Reichl talks matzah brie, Rabbi Sandy Eisenberg reads from her children’s book, “Abuelitas Secret Matzahs,” singer/songwriter Debbie Friedman performs her music and Rabbi Sharon Brous asks the big holiday questions.
11 a.m. KCRW 89.9.
Sunday, April 24
The Los Angeles Master Chorale and composer Billy Childs give voice to the children of Terezin Concentration Camp this evening. Based on six pieces of poetry from “I Never Saw Another Butterfly,” Childs’ “The Voices of Angeles” is meant to conjure emotions from anger and despair to hope. It will be performed as part of the program titled “hope” which also features Mozart’s “Coronation Mass”
7 p.m. $19-$79. Walt Disney Concert Hall, 111 S. Grand Ave., Los Angeles. (800) 787-5262.
Monday, April 25
This Passover, consider the heritage of freedom from bondage that Jews and African Americans share with the help of “Let My People Go!” The new CD was created by folksingers and musical/educational activists Kim and Reggie Harris, and their friend Rabbi Jonathan Kliger. It’s a spoken word and song compilation that incorporates music from the hagaddah, traditional spirituals and new songs, as well as a poem by a Palestinian poet set to music by a Jewish cantor.
$15.
Tuesday, April 26
Artist Tobi Kahn’s Exhibition, “Avoda: Objects of the Spirit” has alighted on USC’s Doheny Memorial Library just in time for Passover. View the Jewish ceremonial objects that Kahn has created during the last 20 years, from candlesticks to seder plates. Then take Kahn up on his challenge to create your own. “I want people to realize that creating ceremonial objects can be special and transformative,” Kahn told the Journal. To let him know about your seder creations, you can reach Kahn at agarbowit@avodaarts.org.
Through May 31. 3550 Trousdale Parkway, Los Angeles. (213) 740-2924.
Wednesday, April 27
The sixth annual Polish Film Festival presents two documentary shorts of Jewish interest this evening. “Kazimierz Is Closed,” is about the city of Krakow, whose name conjures thoughts of Holocaust atrocities, but today is a hot spot where young people go to have fun. The second, titled “Future in Hand,” follows a Polish-born American teenager’s trip back to the place of her birth and early childhood and incorporates her poetry as the primary form of narration for the film.
7 p.m. Laemmle’s Sunset Five, 8000 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood.
Thursday, April 28
All that jazz, plus Yiddish novelty tunes and Catskills comedy could only mean chanteuse Janet Klein is involved. Tonight, the Comedy Central Stage at the Hudson presents “Janet Klein and her Borscht Belt Babies Yiddish Vaudeville Spectacular.” The variety show also features descendants of Catskills legends.
Just in time for date night comes director Yvan Attal’s French romantic comedy, “Happily Ever After.” The lives of two Parisian couples and a single man are the focus for exploring themes of romance, midlife crisis, sex and marriage. Attal also stars in the film opposite Charlotte Gainsbourg (“21 Grams”).