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June 19, 2015

A Jewish commune and lessons of sharing

One of the hardest lessons to teach a young child is the value of sharing. How do you explain to your son or daughter that they should hand off their cherished teddy bear or toy truck to another child? The word “mine” is one of the first words to come out of a toddler’s mouth, and children see their toys as extensions of themselves.

Artist Joel Tauber, 43, ran into this dilemma while raising his 5-year-old son Zeke and 3-year-old son Ozzie. If Tauber wasn’t willing to let others borrow his expensive video equipment, why should Zeke have to share his prized toy guitar with a friend?

The challenge of teaching the value of sharing led to “The Sharing Project,” a 15-channel video installation at the University Art Museum at California State University, Long Beach, up now through July 19. Visitors will see a room full of screens, featuring 15 short films as well as 21 interviews with experts in fields ranging from evolutionary biology, psychology, anthropology, history, philosophy, and education. Through these experts, Tauber tries to get at the root of why humans choose to compete or cooperate.

“We applaud selfishness in so many ways. Probably the dominant narrative in our culture is, get as much stuff as you can. We’re bombarded by all this advertisement all the time, telling us to get more and more stuff,” Tauber said.

“It troubles me, seeing how we’ve become a really selfish culture. I don’t think that’s good for us as a whole. I try not to be that way. I’m conflicted just like everyone else though. There’s a part of me that wants good things for myself and for my kids and for my wife, and for us to live an easy life. But then I’m also really troubled by all this inequity.”

At the museum, Tauber encourages visitors to bring in toys to share and arrange in the space. When the project concludes, visitors are invited to take a toy with them and give it to whomever they’d like.

While investigating the idea of sharing, Tauber and his son Zeke turned to the forgotten Socialist Jewish commune of Happyville in South Carolina. Established in 1905 and disbanded in 1908, Tauber sought out the remains of the utopian community, hoping some of the mysteries of sharing would be buried in the ruins.

The central video in the installation tells the story of Happyville. The video features long shots of birds chirping, green leaves quivering and ripples spreading across a lake. Its tranquility seems to mask the incredible experiment that took place deep within its wooded folds.

In 1905, Jewish immigrant Charles Weintraub and other Eastern European families purchased a 2,200-acre plantation in Aiken County. They bought livestock, equipment and the buildings that were on the land. They cleared the sandy soil into pasture, and set about constructing a grist mill, saw mill and cotton gin.

But the colonists were beset by troubles. First, the Russian and Polish immigrants had little knowledge and experience in farming. Heavy rains washed out the fields and the dam built to power the ginnery. And most significantly, they incurred a heavy debt and were unable to attract patrons. In 1908, the 50 settlers living in Happyville auctioned off their equipment and livestock and sold the farmland, and left town. All that remains are an ancient tractor, a horse carriage and some crumbling foundations.

When he discovered the story of Happyville, he felt a kinship with the socialist pioneers. In Tauber’s video, he and Zeke (who was then 3 years old) use the boy’s brightly-colored plastic tools to “fix” the rusted tractor and a decaying house, a poetic metaphor for the concept of “tikkun olam” and for the desire to repair whatever caused Happyville to disintegrate.

“You’re doing a really good job,” Tauber tells the boy, with his mop of curly brown hair and his rain boots, as he attacks the spokes of a wagon wheel with his yellow plastic wrench. “We’re fixing a special place,” Tauber tells Zeke, as the boy bangs against a rusted door.

Tauber's son, Zeke, 'fixing' the door with his plastic tools

Tauber left Los Angeles in 2011 to develop a video art program at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. He was startled by the economic inequality he saw in his new home. Census data shows that 23 percent of the city’s residents live below the poverty level.

“It turns out that Winston-Salem might have the most childhood poverty in the whole country, and that’s while there’s all these really wealthy people there,” Tauber said.

Tauber brought Zeke to protests in Winston-Salem against unemployment and funding cuts to social programs, and filmed their participation in the protests as yet another lesson in sharing.

Tauber was raised as an Orthodox Jew in Boston and as a boy showed promise as a scholar of Talmud. But at 18, instead of continuing on to a yeshiva, he opted to spend a summer at Tirat Zvi, a religious kibbutz in Israel’s Beit She'an Valley, where he picked carrots and worked in a salami factory. That experience made him think a lot about communal living. He had planned to become a doctor, but decided to study art at Yale University and then at Art Center College of Design.

Another of Tauber’s projects is called “Sick-Amour,” in which he adopted and maintained a sycamore tree growing in the middle of a giant parking lot at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena.

“It was getting hit by cars, starved for water and oxygen, and eventually asphalt was removed, boulders were placed around it, then that started happening for other trees,” Tauber said. “Taking care of that tree, which is really ongoing, taught me how to love, how to become a husband, how to be a father.”

Tauber and volunteers planted seeds from the sycamore around the region. He estimates there are about 200 “tree babies” now growing from those seeds. He and his wife, Alison, even got married at the tree. “I think of the tree as part of my family,” he said. “It’s part of our family.”

All of his art projects revolve around ethical issues, Tauber said, whether it’s saving a tree or uncovering the roots of altruism. He traces it back to his Jewish education.

“I’m a secular man. We live a secular life. I’m happy that I had an education that encouraged me to think about ethics,” he said. “I’ve made all of my work about ethics. That’s what I’ve devoted my career and my life to. So as a parent, also, I feel that my responsibility is to help my children struggle with the idea of how to be a good person.”

Joel Tauber’s “The Sharing Project” is on display at the University Art Museum at California State University, Long Beach, through July 19, 2015. An opening reception will be held on Saturday, June 20, 6-8 pm, with a performance by Earth Like Planets. More information at A Jewish commune and lessons of sharing Read More »

Charleston Church Shooting is a Crime Against all of America

My thoughts and prayers are with the victims' families and community. My prayers are especially with the African American community, and their spiritual leaders and communities; they work hard to bring Godliness into the world. These shining examples of selflessness and Godliness were killed, angels among us that bring light to the world, were slain. Leaders who brought goodness and happiness and comfort to so many have been senselessly murdered. God this is not right.

As the leader of a congregation here in LA, I understand this is about the most devastating thing that could ever happen. Not only loosing your religious leaders in a senseless vicious attack – but that crime being committed in the place you gather to worship and study.

As Jews we have always known that those who seek to destroy us, aim for our synagogues. Where we congregate and pray and commune with God — that is the place where evildoers go to do evil. Synagogues around the world have been targets of these kinds of massacres and we, the Jewish community, have to place guards at many of our houses of worship because of these threats. I don't wish this upon anyone else, a sense that someone might come and attack you while in prayer simply because of whom you are and how you look and how you pray and what kind of religious beliefs you hold dear.

The pathological nature of man who did this comes from a place of real evil. It is hard to imagine that a human is capable of such an act – and yet we see this kind of evil perpetrated here in our own country all too often. 

This heinous hate-crime committed in a place of worship has the power to provoke our nation to really do something about gun violence and racism. Charleston can become that tipping-point moment with a confluence of public outcry and political will are combined to really get something accomplished. It can become the time when Americans stand up and say enough is enough. No more easy access to guns. No more public sanctioned racist flags flying. No more tolerance for those fomenting and leading others to racism. No more tolerance of the NRA providing the ammunition and guns to destroy our society.

When our country was attacked from terror from abroad, we banded together. But when our country is attacked from within?

The massacre at the Charleston church is a crime against all of America and all Americans.

I pray to God that we are provoked into action – now!

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Rabbi Yonah Bookstein is Co-Founder of Pico Shul, a new spiritual community in Los Angeles.

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Families of South Carolina church massacre victims offer forgiveness

Relatives of some of the nine black people gunned down while they studied the Bible at a historic South Carolina church offered tearful words of forgiveness on Friday to the 21-year-old white man charged with murdering their loved ones.

Dylann Roof, who sat for an hour with parishioners at the nearly 200-year-old Emanuel African Methodist Church before opening fire, stood quietly as he appeared in court via a video feed.

Dressed in a black-and-white prison uniform and flanked by two guards in body armor, Roof had no reaction as a judge ordered him held without bail.

“May God have mercy on your soul,” said Felicia Sanders, whose 26-year-old son, Tywanza Sanders, was the youngest person to die in Wednesday's rampage. “You have killed some of the most beautiful people that I know. Every fiber in my body hurts.”

Roof looked down occasionally and showed no emotion as Sanders and four other family members spoke of how he had been welcomed to the church by the nine people he has been charged with murdering.

The attack at the church nicknamed “Mother Emanuel” for its key role in African-American history came in a year that has seen waves of protest across the United States over police killings of unarmed black men in cities including New York, Baltimore and Ferguson, Missouri, which have sparked some of the largest race riots since the civil rights movement of the 1960s.

This latest in a series of mass shootings that have rocked the United States also illustrated some of the risks posed by the nation's liberal gun laws, which gun-rights supporters say are protected by the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

“The elephant in the room is guns. South Carolina and the country have gone gun-crazy,” said state Representative Wendell Gilliard, a Democrat who represents Charleston. “How many times do we need to come together? How many times do we need to unite?”

The U.S. Justice Department is investigating the attack as both a hate crime and potential act of terrorism, spokeswoman Emily Pierce said on Friday.

'NO ROOM FOR HATING'

The family members filed into the courthouse in twos and threes before Roof's appearance, appearing composed as they stared at the defendant, who was caught after 14 hours on the run.

The massacre's victims included Democratic state Senator Clementa Pinckney, 41; DePayne Middleton Doctor, 49; Sharonda Coleman Singleton, 45; Cynthia Hurd, 54; Susie Jackson, 87; Ethel Lance, 70; Myra Thompson 59, and Daniel Simmons, 74, in addition to Sanders.

Roof could be sentenced to death if he is convicted and South Carolina Governor Nikki Haley, a Republican, urged prosecutors to seek capital punishment.

Still, family members offered words of mercy during the brief court appearance.

“I acknowledge that I am very angry,” said Bethane Middleton Brown, who said her slain sister, Middleton Doctor, would have urged love.

“She taught me that we are the family that love built,” Middleton Brown said. “We have no room for hating, so we have to forgive.”

'WHERE DOES THIS HATE COME FROM?'

From U.S. President Barack Obama, who has said the attack stirred memories of “a dark past,” to residents on the streets of Charleston, Americans have expressed outrage at an act intended to provoke a “race war” in the United States.

“This was not merely a mass shooting, not merely a matter of gun violence, this was a racial hate crime and must be confronted as such,” said Cornell William Brooks, president of the NAACP. The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People was founded in 1909 to confront lynchings in the United States.

Brooks expressed anger that the South Carolina capitol continued to fly the Confederate battle flag, a symbol of the pro-slavery South during the U.S. Civil War, and called for it to be removed.

After the shooting, Roof made a “racially inflammatory” statement to one of the three people who survived the attack, according to court papers filed on Friday.

In downtown Charleston, passersby continued to flock to the AME church that remained a crime scene, many struggling to understand what motivated the attack.

The AME church was founded in the early 19th century by black worshippers who were limited in how they could practice their faith at white-dominated churches. The church was rebuilt after being burned down in the late 1820s when one of its founders drafted plans for a slave revolt.

“I grew up when racism was just a way of life,” said Mary Meynardie, 90, who is white, as she stopped by the police tape that still surrounded the church. “I wouldn't have been surprised if it was somebody 60, 70 years old who had that much hate, but where does this hate come from?”

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An open letter to President Obama: This is a moral emergency

Dear President Barack Obama,

I appreciate your comments on the “heartache and the sadness and the anger” that many Americans are feeling after the shooting of nine African-American congregants at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church. You pointed out that “this type of mass violence does not happen in other advanced countries,” and you argued, as you have before, for stricter gun control laws. I agree. After the torture and death of Freddie Gray, you said that we – as a nation – “have some soul-searching to do” and that race-based police violence was not something new. Indeed, it is not. After the shooting death of Trayvon Martin, you said that Trayvon could have been you “35 years ago,” and you pointed out the ways our criminal justice system disproportionately targets and imprisons African American men. You wondered: “But beyond protests or vigils, the question is, are there some concrete things that we might be able to do?”  After the strangulation of Eric Garner, you said that “this is not just a black problem or a brown problem. This is an American problem.” You are absolutely right. And after the death of Michael Brown, you said “we should comfort each other and talk with one another in a way that heals, not in a way that wounds.” You called for prayers, peace, and soul-searching. But with all due respect President Obama, none of this is enough. We – all Americans – have to call this violence out for what it really is: It is racism. And racism perpetuated and legitimized by the persistent failure of Americans to confront this most urgent, most pernicious, and most vile moral and existential catastrophe at the core of our nation.

President Obama, you know that these are not isolated, new, or unrelated cases. They are quite continuous with the racial history of policing and mass incarceration in the US, the structural disenfranchisement of people of color, the war on the poor, and the terrorism of white supremacy. In fact, these deaths are just some of the most recent and most public ones. They signal (yet again) a persistent and pervasive devaluation of the lives of people of color in our nation’s history. More than half a century ago, in his eulogy for the children killed at the bombing of the sixteenth street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama, Martin Luther King, Jr. said that we must not only be concerned about bringing the murderers to justice, but we must also confront “the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers.” This system, this way of life, this philosophy lives on and on and on.  Dylann Storm Roof is the homegrown product of systemic racism in America, a way of life, a philosophy that makes up the rotten fabric of our nation. It’s not mental illness, or bad apples, or drugs, or any number of explanations that make white America feel safe in our shelters of privilege.  It’s racism – systemic, historical, and pervasive. Yesterday, it cost us the lives of Reverend Sharonda Singleton, Reverend Clementa Pinckney, Cynthia Hurd, Tywanza Sanders, Myra Thompson, Ethel Lance, Reverend DePayne Middleton-Doctor, Susie Jackson, and Reverend Daniel Simmons, Sr.   

As the President of the United States, you are vested with the authority to declare a national state of emergency “to save lives and to protect property and public health and safety … to lessen or avert the threat of a catastrophe in any part of the United States.” The emergency that we face as a nation is not a natural disaster or the threat of war, but there are certainly lives that need to be saved. They are the lives of every person of color in the United States, which centuries of racism have devalued and put at risk. This is a national catastrophe that has raged – almost unmitigated – since the founding moments of our country. It rages today and will rage tomorrow if we do not do something truly profound and transformative.  I am writing to ask that you marshall all the resources at your disposal – financial, political, and intellectual – to declare and address this catastrophe for what it is: A moral emergency, a national catastrophe.  It needs to be named as such, and we need the federal resources, the leadership, the audacity, and the fortitude to honestly confront and doggedly remedy our shared moral failure. Perhaps we could start by lobbying Congress to pass H.R. 40, a bill first introduced in 1989 by Representative John Conyers, Jr. to set up a Commission to Study Reparation Proposals for African Americans. I am looking to you and to all our elected officials for leadership, to bring us together in a different united states, to bring about a triumph of conscience and justice, in the face of staggering violence and human loss.  I am one citizen, but we are surely millions upon millions strong, in solidarity with one another across the lines of race, ethnicity, class, gender, religion, and sexual orientation. We are in solidarity first as human beings. I humbly ask you to start now with an urgent declaration of a national state of moral emergency. Tomorrow cannot resume with business as normal.

Let me close by urging you – and us, as Americans – to muster the resolve to finally and truthfully realize Lincoln’s remarks that the dead did not die in vain, “that this nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.”  I ask you – on the 150th anniversary of these remarks – for the sake of our nation, for the sake of the sanctity of the lives of everyone who has lived, is living, and will live in the United States of America. It can’t be overstated, President Obama: The future of our nation and the very sanctity of life are at stake. We are in a state of moral emergency. 

Sincerely yours,

Todd Samuel Presner
Professor and Director, Alan D. Leve Center for Jewish Studies
University of California Los Angeles

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Father’s Day: The allure of fishing

My father and I were fishing a snowmelt lake in the High Sierra, and I was on the shore, deciding whether I should throw back the little trout I’d just caught. 

It was something my father and I had always wanted.

We had vacationed in the woods every summer since I was 3 years old, fishing in lakes accompanied by pine shade and a place to doze off. We weren’t as avid as the anglers who wore rubber waders and inner tubes and treaded into the middle of the lake where the big fish were, but we fantasized about catching a native trout, a breed natural to the lakes, something truly American. 

It was our 23rd summer in the woods. and we had only ever caught rainbow trout, the descendants of hatcheries. Although technically native to the West Coast, rainbows are now spawned in warehouses and reintroduced into lakes and streams to support the region’s sport-fishing economy. My father and I wanted to catch a brown, brook or golden trout, species that, although native to the Sierras, are rare catches. It would be a trophy whatever its size, though we would never have it mounted. 

My father and grandfather aspired to be real “American” dads.

We daydreamed about what it would taste like with slivered almonds and pats of butter. 

We were doing well this particular day, so well in fact that we didn’t have time to net every fish. We stood a few yards apart, reeling in rainbows simultaneously and yelling for the net only when we thought we’d hooked a big one. It was drizzling, and the fish thought each droplet was a resting fly. I pulled in a pan-sized one and gently flung it onto the dry shore, watching it bend and flop in the pumice (local fishermen call this technique “corndogging”). I unhooked it and washed it in the water’s edge, expecting a familiar rainbow flank, but instead found mottled gold with blooms of scarlet. Twisting, it gave me a sidelong glance, as if to size up someone who can’t see what’s right in front of them. 

I knew that, like a rainbow, this too was a trout. My father was raised in an Orthodox Jewish household, and although he has become less observant, he instilled in me the most important philosophy of kashrut: that an animal should not feel the pain of its own death. He would never try hunting, but he also knew fishing was different: There are no rules in the Torah regarding the killing and eating of scaled fish. Thus my father, a thoughtful doctor, learned the sport and shared it with me, his only child. It has long been, and probably always will be, one of my favorite activities. 

On this particular day, however, I found myself regretting my cast. I was holding a thing that needed mercy. Although catching native trout was legal in that lake, I knew that this thing, whatever its species, was one of the last of its kind. I didn’t want my father to suffer the dissonance I was feeling, of choosing between a dream and a feeling, though I know he would have chosen the latter. 

I guided the fish’s snout into the water and felt it sidle out of my hands. 

My father and grandfather aspired to be real “American” dads. My grandfather was a Polish Jew who charged Nazi tanks on his horse. He married my grandmother in a displaced persons camp in Stuttgart, Germany. The war was raging, the shtetls were gone. No ligaments tied the couple to the bone. They chose Brooklyn. My bubbe worked a cash register, and my zayde sewed, though he was not a tailor; he made clothes in a room with no windows, but always wore a suit and tie. He took my father to Fourth of July and union parades, and although he didn’t have the time or the means to take his kids on vacations in the woods, he wanted his sons to know that he was equal parts Jewish and American. Although he wasn’t exactly Ward Cleaver, he strived to be what he believed was the “all-American dad.” 

My father had been a bookish and queasy kid, but he eventually taught himself to love fishing, camping, wrestling and grilling. He wanted to be the father his father had wanted to be. I now realize that their concept of American fatherhood had something to do with self-reliance, with teaching one’s children that the world was truly theirs. My father and I devoted our summers to the High Sierra, listening to bluegrass and finding bliss in the glacial sting of early mountain mornings. He cleaned the trout himself, slicing open the fish bellies and scooping out their innards with his bare hands. He reminded me that, not too long ago, humans survived this way, and that I should know where my food comes from.

Once, he found a sac of orange caviar inside a female trout. The eggs slid out of his hands and popped and frothed down the drain. With his eyebrows furrowed, he wrapped the fish in foil and put it in the freezer, separate from the rest. He had to lie down and listen to the pines creak in the late afternoon. 

My father could never separate the self from the act. If American fatherhood is about self-reliance, Jewish fatherhood is about reliance of the self, of teaching one’s kids to remember that feelings, not dreams, make a successful person.

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An attack against one is an attack against all

Zoe Klein, senior rabbi at Temple Isaiah in Los  Angeles, delivered the following remarks at a memorial service June 18 at First A.M.E. Church fin Los Angeles honoring the victims of the shooting at the Emanuel A.M.E. Church in Charleston, South Carolina. Klein addressed her remarks to a 5 year old girl whom some news reports, still unconfirmed, said survived the massacre by lying on the floor pretending she was dead. To hear a recorded excerpt of the rabbi’s remarks click play below.

I want to speak with that 5-year-old girl who had to play dead while her church family was slaughtered around her. I want to speak with that 5-year-old girl who had to play dead while shots were fired, while the gun was reloaded, while blood and tears ran through the pews. 

Little girl, you are full of nightmares now. You have a story that is full of terror and tragedy. And we are sorry. 

We are sorry that we have not uprooted racism after all this time. 

We are sorry that we whitewash the problem in our media. 

We are sorry that we have been deaf to the voice of the suffering. 

We are sorry that you live in fear of brutality. 

We are sorry that we have not figured out responsible gun legislation in this country. 

We are sorry. 

And I want to share with you, little girl, that you are also part of a different story. You are part of a much bigger prayer family. 

An attack against any house of worship is an attack against every house of worship. An attack against one faith is an attack against all faiths. 

We are a tree of life whose roots run deep down into the Earth that is our mother. Our roots are fed from the same rains. Our seeds sprout under the same sun. And we sing our songs, to Jesus, to Adonai, to many different names, and there are as many sanctuaries thrumming with bloodrush and heartsong as there are stars in the sky, and you belong to them all. 

An attack against one is an attack against all, an ax swung into the trunk of the tree of life. 

Temple Isaiah and First A.M.E. Church have been in loving partnership for over 30 years. We created a unique, precious relationship in Los Angeles, a multifaith family serving God through worship and social action toward all humankind. Thirty years of music, text, food, activism and dreams, and I want to tell you, little girl, you are part of that story. 

Your prayer circle, led by Pastor Pinckney, may his memory be a blessing, intersects with millions of prayer circles around the world. 

Sweet little sister, you need not play dead anymore. Rise up and find your power, and sing out loud! For we promise, in your name, we will triple our efforts, strengthen our bonds to one another and write a different story. One that will make you proud. A story in which no child trembles under a church pew, and no child is afraid to go to synagogue or temple. A story in which our houses shall be houses of prayer for all people, and none shall be afraid. 

We are sorry for what you have witnessed, and we want you to witness this. Witness this tapestry of faces, each one made in God’s image, shining with beauty. We are your royal family. And we put out our hand to you and lift you up off that floor, and sing to you: Hallelujah, little girl, we love you. Hallelujah.

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First AME Church Vigil marked by rousing sermons by L.A. clergy, civic leaders of all denominations

On June 18, as the country began to mourn the nine African-Americans murdered one day before by a white gunman at a Bible study session at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal (AME) Church in Charleston, S.C., people of all faiths and races joined with congregants of First AME Church in South Los Angeles for an emotional and at times rousing prayer vigil. 

L.A. Mayor Eric Garcetti gave an impassioned speech favoring gun control, while dozens of clergy — among them the Rev. J. Edgar Boyd of First AME Church and Rabbi Zoe Klein of Temple Isaiah — spoke of the historic significance of Emanuel AME Church and its legacy of fighting racism in America for nearly 200 years. Many of the clergy also addressed the need for gun control legislation, while they shared their own faiths’ teachings on love, anger and compassion. 

“I think that an attack against any faith is an attack against all faiths,” Klein said during a brief interview before the vigil. “When I picture 13 people in a small prayer circle … that small group of people just coming together, and then being slaughtered, being butchered — I feel like it could be any one of us. They were speaking the same prayers that all of us speak. I feel that we are all part of the same tree of life, and that someone took an ax to that tree.”

Temple Isaiah and First AME Church have had a 30-year relationship of shared services and social action. “Our congregations have really merged into a multifaith family,” Klein said.

Klein’s rousing speech addressed the 5-year-old girl who survived the incident because her grandmother told her to play dead. Klein declared: “We are sorry that we have not uprooted racism after all this time. We are sorry that we whitewash the problem in our media. We are sorry that we have been deaf to the voice of the suffering. We are sorry that you live in fear of brutality. We are sorry that we have not figured out responsible gun legislation in this country. We are sorry that we haven’t worked hard enough for you.” Her words, spoken with passion, like many throughout the evening, drew the crowd of some 400 people of all races to their feet in extended applause multiple times.

The clergy members who spoke also included Bhante Chao Chu, abbot of Rosemead Buddhist Monastery and president of the Los Angeles Buddhist Union, Pastor K of the Church Without Walls on Skid Row, Simon Simonian of the Quaker Society of Friends, Robert Adams of the Church of Scientology International and many more. Bishop Theodore Kirkland presided over the vigil.

Pastors from Black churches of many denominations across Los Angeles said that once the initial shock of the killings had sunk in — the feeling of being flung back in time to the Southern church bombings of the early 1960s — they were left feeling both anger and anguish.   

“I immediately had visions of 1963 ‘Bombingham,’ when the churches were being bombed in Birmingham, Ala.,” the Rev. John Cager III of Ward AME Church said prior to the vigil. “We had thought that, at least from a racial perspective, that we were long past that day when we see that kind of violence in Black churches.

“And many of us were fooled — lulled into this sense of post-racial America after the election of President [Barack] Obama. So when an event like this happens, it really brings on feelings of despair,” Cager said. 

In addition to Garcetti, city representatives included prosecutors from City Attorney Mike Feuer’s office, and officers from the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department and the Los Angeles Police Department. 

Acknowledging the pain parishioners felt, Boyd opened the vigil by saying the night would be solely about the nine victims and the heritage they represent. To utter the killer’s name, he said, would be to honor him, so 21-year-old Dylann Storm Roof, who was arrested in North Carolina on June 18 and is now charged with nine murder counts, would not be named at the vigil. 

As Boyd read short descriptions of each of the deceased, Geraldine Hayes — a longtime member of First AME Church who is from South Carolina and knew the Rev. Daniel Simmons Sr., one of the victims, since childhood — lit nine candles that burned throughout the vigil in front of the pulpit.  

“We will extinguish the candle, but not extinguish our memory of them,” Boyd said. 

Emanuel AME Church is the oldest Black church south of Baltimore. Morris Brown and Denmark Vesey founded it in 1816, almost 50 years before the end of slavery. White supremacist arsonists burned down the church in 1822. Just 14 years later, all Black congregations in Charleston were outlawed, and the congregation moved underground until the end of the Civil War in 1865. 

The first building at the current site was completed in 1872, although an earthquake destroyed it again in 1886. The structure that stands today was completed in 1891. 

Building on this history, Garcetti said the church’s history is proof that “a church is not the walls that contain it,” but rather “the people and the faith inside of it.”  

“It was the old Jewish priests that were taught that there are three relationships in this world that are holy,” Garcetti said. “First is that law given to us from God. … The second relationship is our relationship back up to God, that of prayer. … And the third is our relationship with each other. … Last night, a gunman cut short all three of those divine relationships. But the church cannot be destroyed.” 

Garcetti and others joined Obama in his call Thursday for tighter restrictions on the purchasing of guns. 

But as retired Bishop Cornel G. Henning and Klein each pointed out, while the histories of the Emanuel AME Church and of racist violence in the United States are full of moments of rebuilding, the sources of bigotry toward Blacks remain firmly planted in the South and, in different ways, in the rest of the country.

In South Carolina, the Confederate flag remains a prominent emblem, “almost an open defiance, an open recognition of, ‘We don’t believe there was anything wrong with what was done during the period of slavery, or during the period of Jim Crow,’ ” Cager said. In the rest of the country, right-wing radio preaches a gospel of race war. 

“The seeds of this tragedy will continue to exist until its causes have been fully addressed and we as a people and a nation have acquired zero tolerance for it — when we can stop explaining to ourselves why we can’t and decide that we will because we must,” Henning said.

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Death in Charleston: Trapped by the tragic, unheeded lessons of the nation’s racial past

America's latest incident of racial violence, the massacre of nine people at historically black Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, S.C., echoes some of the horrific scenes out of the civil-rights era. A young white shooter allegedly committed mass murder at a sacred space of black activism, spiritual renewal and educational commitment. The slaughter provides a stark reminder of the way in which racial violence has been used to limit the hopes and aspirations of the black freedom struggle.

Following a white North Charleston police officer's killing of Walter Scott, an unarmed African-American, which was captured on a cellphone camera, the Charleston killings look to be the second act this year of lethal anti-black violence to emerge out of South Carolina, a state that proudly flies the Confederate flag over the State Capitol building.

The nation's contemporary racial climate evokes images that, shorn of social media's ubiquitous presence, would not seem out of place 50 years ago, during Selma's roiling voting-rights protests or, indeed, a century before that in the aftermath of the Civil War and the end of antebellum slavery.

In 1964, music legend Sam Cooke released “A Change Is Gonna Come,” one of the most important songs recorded during the civil-rights era. The song's genius lay in its ability to capture in miniature racial oppression's personal intimacy, political impact and policy reverberations.

Cooke's passionate narrative of Jim Crow's unforgiving assault on black bodies contained the dual recognition that racial segregation also harmed the American body politic. “It's been a long time, a long time coming,” he lamented, “But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will.”

For many, President Barack Obama's watershed election in 2008, and re-election in 2012, ushered in audacious change on a scale that Cooke and the generation of civil- rights activists who battled Jim Crow could have scarcely dreamed of. The euphoria accompanying Obama's inauguration included open, often self-congratulatory discussion that the United States had finally achieved a new “post-racial” age in which race mattered less than it ever had.

The age of Obama made the sight of a black first lady and attorney general and the presence of powerful African-American civic, business, and cultural leaders seem ordinary. In 2012, for the first time in history, the percentage of the black-voter turnout exceeded that of whites. Racial progress, as manifested through Obama's political and personal biography, became the dominant narrative of American race relations.

But hidden beneath the pageantry of the first family's extraordinary achievements was another country, one in which millions of African-Americans resided far away from the spotlight of mainstream narratives of success or myths of post-racialism.

The rise of mass incarceration, proliferating rates of poverty, public school segregation and high unemployment remained defiantly persistent in too many black communities. Residential segregation, scant job opportunities and failing public schools were, in our post-civil-rights era, passed down ways of life that were exacerbated, not relieved, by public-policy choices that reinforced urban and suburban ghettoes.

The roiling #BlackLivesMatter demonstrations, urban uprisings in Baltimore, Maryland, and Ferguson, Missouri, anti-black police violence in McKinney, Texas, and now a mass shooting in South Carolina echo the racial turmoil, political protests and community organizing of the civil-rights era. Then, as now, African-Americans lived under a regime of racial oppression that constrained their life chances.

On June 11, 1963, President John F. Kennedy characterized civil rights as a “moral issue” and told the nation, “Those who do nothing are inviting shame as well as violence. Those who act boldly are recognizing right as well as reality.”

Perhaps none acted as boldly as Malcolm X, Ella Baker, Martin Luther King Jr. and Fannie Lou Hamer. Malcolm, the Harlem-based black nationalist and Muslim preacher spoke truth to power in bone-rattling sermons that exposed American democracy's contradictions even as he empowered African-Americans by re-imagining the expansiveness of black identity. Baker, a feminist and radical labor activist, organized the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee, a group that breathed new life into American society by bleeding for democracy alongside poor black folk in the South.

King found his clearest voice in championing the poor, speaking out against the Vietnam War and calling out the United States as an imperialist power, the world's foremost purveyor of violence and an unapologetically racist nation.

Hamer, who remains less well known than she should, represented the organic intellectual. She was a sharecropper from Ruleville, Mississippi, who defied the politics of white supremacy at the 1964 Democratic National Convention by exposing racial violence, threats and harassment directed at people, like herself, who wanted dignity and equal citizenship. “Is this America?” she asked the nation.

More than half a century later, the answer to Hamer's question is a resounding yes. This is America, a nation where 28 percent of black people live below the poverty line, 40 percent of black children live in poverty and 46 percent of black children attend high-poverty schools. African-Americans, while only 12 percent of the U.S. population, make up 28 percent of all arrests and now make up 38 percent of prisoners in local jails and 39 percent in federal prisons.

As sociologist Monique W. Morris's important book “Black Stats” (from which I have drawn these figures) illuminates in panoramic scope, African-Americans reside on the margins of society regarding health, justice, employment, education, wealth and income. And yes, a nation in which the African-American church, the resounding symbol of freedom and progress during and after slavery, remains a primary target of racial terror in a supposedly post-racial age.

Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, America continues to embrace denial as a cure to the persistence – and at times growth – of national racial inequality. America's tortured legacy of slavery, racial segregation and violence against people of color continues to shape society's institutions, political philosophies and public policies.

The nation is, it seems, caught in a perpetual feedback loop – destined to repeat the tragic, unheeded lessons of a racial past that we refuse to acknowledge exists in our present.


Peniel E. Joseph is professor of history and founding director of the Center for the Study of Race and Democracy at Tufts University. His most recent book is “Stokely: A Life.” He can be followed on Twitter at @penieljoseph. The opinions expressed here are his own.

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