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February 17, 2008

It’s official, Jews are more like Jews than they are like non-Jews

” target = “_top”>The God Blogger, for tipping me off to Genetics and the Jewish identity
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Jerusalem Post – Jerusalem
Author: DIANA MUIR APPELBAUM; PAUL S. APPELBAUM; MD
Date: Feb 12, 2008
Start Page: 13
Section: Features
Text Word Count: 2542
Abstract (Document Summary)

Genetic researchers have not neglected more than 90% of Jews who are neither kohanim nor Levi’im. They began with good reason to suspect that a great deal of mixing had taken place during the millennia of dispersion. People had noticed, after all, that the pale-skinned redheads common in Lithuanian Jewish communities do not look much like petite, dark-haired Jews from Yemen. It was assumed that Jews were bound more by tradition than by genetic kinship, that in the distant past Jewish men had followed opportunity to some far-off city, married local girls, persuaded them to separate the meat and milk dishes and founded new Jewish communities. Moreover, it was believed non-Jewish ancestors had continued to mix into the Jewish community. The idea that the traditional story – Jews driven into exile faithfully marrying only fellow Jews – might be largely true was startling. And yet, so it seems.

More studies have been carried out on the genetic history of the Jews than on most ethnic groups, perhaps because there are so many Jewish doctors to take advantage of the fabled willingness of Jews to participate in research. These studies not only show that almost all Jewish populations have origins in the Middle East, but that the DNA of Jews from almost every corner of the Diaspora is more similar to that of other Jews than to any other population. When compared with non-Jewish groups, the closest match is with the Muslims of Kurdistan, not with the European peoples alongside whom Ashkenazi Jews lived for centuries or the Arab neighbors of many Sephardi populations.

The utility of mitochondrial DNA (mtDNA) studies is demonstrated by recent findings concerning one of the least known Jewish groups: the Bene Israel, descendents of 6,000 Jews “discovered” on the west coast of India by Jewish traders from Baghdad in the 1830s. They carry the kohen modal haplotype along with other Middle Eastern genetic markers, and have substantial mtDNA found only in the Indian population among whom they lived – always keeping the Sabbath – for hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years. From the genetic evidence, it looks as though a small group of Jews, all or mostly male, arrived on the Indian coast, married local women and built a Jewish community.

“>other studies that have gotten similar results; this new study confirms one of the things I was always taught—we are a family—descendants of Avraham Avinu.

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Like ‘sands through the hourglass’ . . .

I was wrong. So very wrong. I thought after the wedding was over, my husband and I would have plenty of time to just relax and enjoy without having to meet with vendors or pick out things for our registries or deal with an ever-growing guest list.

What an idiot I was. Before I was engaged, my life was jam-packed with events and meetings and family and errands and travel. Why in the world would I think that after my insane life became a part of my husband’s insane life that it all would be any easier?

I blame pop culture. With the exception of “Father of the Bride II,” you don’t get sequels to wedding movies. I’d like to see “While You Were Sleeping 2: All the Stuff I Did While You Were Still in Bed”; “My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2”: The Family Comes for Dinner – Again”; or “When Harry Met Sally 2: Life on the Side.”

This weekend we have family in town; the weekend after we are free – as far as I know, for the moment, I think. The week after, my husband is off to bring technology to the Heartland. Then the following weekend we have a conference. Not to mention Purim and Pesach-related activities. I think things will start to slow down after that – but as I noted above, I’ve been wrong before. I’d love to know if other newlyweds feel the same.

Forget about a wedded bliss weekend – we’re looking for five minutes where we don’t have to be somewhere or do something. If you can send us five minutes of your time, we’re starting up a collection.

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Green rooms & glamour at the Grammys

Aaron Kemp proves once again that he’s got the best connections in town. Here’s his “insider” perspective, in words and photos, of the 2008 Grammys. From schmoozing in a skybox to hobnobbing backstage and cavorting at the after-party, Mr. Kemp brings it all to life with self-mocking wit and delicious detail:

I was fortunate enough to attend this year’s 50th Anniversary Telecast of the Grammys. Perched high atop the LA Staples center in a luxury skybox, we gazed down from leather seats on a musical spectacle that was equal parts ceremony and show-stopping musical circus. True, you are somewhat removed from the action in a skybox, but what you lose in immediacy you more than make up for in amenities.

The glass-encased suite is filled with such an outrageous buffet of catered gourmet delicacies, it would make King Solomon blush, if only it were Kosher. Three rows of plush seats greet you at the front, flanked by a kitchenette and bar. Towards the rear, lush couches face a private flatscreen projecting all the action from the main stage. I sit next to Douglas Adams, the man who designed the show’s special effects and am so in awe of the production by the second number, I shake the man’s hand as vigorously as if he were a rockstar himself.

Backstage, the air is tense, but I’m not nervous. After all, I do have an “all access” pass. It is then that I learn the real truth. There are two backstages. More accurately, there are two “Green Rooms.” One actually called “The Green Room” (where non-celebrities go) and the real one, kept so secret and hidden from mortal men that neither the words “Green” nor “Room” appear in its title.

Looking far more important than I actually am, I am summoned towards this secret celebrity sanctuary by the cordial doorman. However, it’s so well hidden I neither see it, nor pick up on the invitation. Realizing my error, I momentarily return to find an aggressive, cleavage-baring woman blocking my entry with her clipboard. She points down the hall and says tactfully, yet forcefully, “Sir, the GREEN room is over there!” (translation: hit the road you non-celebrity!)

As a joke, I briefly consider telling her “Wait…I’m the Aaron of the Aaron’s Tent Newsletter!” but am certain I will burst out laughing and she will probably hit me with her clipboard.

I console myself in the other Green Room with Stuie Wax (founder of “The Happy Minyan”) and Eytan G. (“The Jewish Rapper”). “Hey,” I tell them, “This is where the Jewish Community Celebrities get to hang…” We giggle and make toasts with bottled water. Sir George Martin, world famous Beatles producer stumbles inside. Someone from his entourage whispers in his ear and he instantly retreats. (If I had to venture a guess it was probably “non-celebrities!”)

Afterwards, thousands swell through the entryway of the LA Convention center for a lavish after-party. Cirque Du Soleil Troop members, their skin painted white, dance all around us in various costumes. Some perform with fire on raised platforms, others dressed in tunics, freeze completely as living statutes.

Various elaborate backdrops and props from other times and places surround us on all sides: scattered trellises and pillars from ancient Rome, a gigantic wall painted to resemble the Paris Opera House. And of course, catering by the “Rockstar” of the culinary world himself…Wolfgang Puck.

If this weren’t enough, there is a giant stage with live music throughout the evening. The first act was a Jessica Simpson-like performer named Natasha Bedingfield, followed by headliner Cyndi Lauper (who at one point actually climbed on top of her amplifiers and writhed on her back like a snake).

As I walk through the crowd, supermodel Naomi Campbell makes extended eye contact with me—it seems an invitation to approach. However, she throws phones in anger and isn’t Jewish, so I look down and keep walking. I reconsider, but have a feeling that if I return the “woman with the clipboard” will materialize and block my path.

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