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October 18, 2016

THE ACCOUNTANT *Movie Review*

This week I review THE ACCOUNTANT. THE ACCOUNTANT is about an accountant who is as brilliant with numbers as he is with discretion. Christian Wolff, played by Ben Affleck, has made most of his money as the trusted accountant to cartel leaders and other criminals. In the midst of working a legitimate job he finds a discrepancy that endangers multiple lives. The movie also stars Anna Kendrick (“Pitch Perfect”), Jeffrey Tambor (“Transparent”), John Lithgow, JK Simmons, Jon Bernthal, Jean Smart and Cynthia Addai-Robinson.

The character of Christian is supposed to have Aspergers, which is a high functioning form of Autism. He and the other characters who have this diagnosis alternately made me think their acting was uncomfortably fantastic and wondering if they were going too far. I noticed in the credits that five different people were listed as ‘Autism Consultants’ so I do believe that they worked hard not to make the portrayals caricatures. Overall, I think the acting was really good and that Ben Affleck managed to convey a lot of emotion through very little dialogue. Anna Kendrick shone, though her storyline didn’t do her any favors. Family is a huge theme in the movie and it’s emphasized repeatedly: how important family loyalty is as well as the question of what makes a good parent. There are several parent/child roles in this movie that you can watch for, not just the biological ones, but the ones that can occur in even a boss/employee relationship.

Despite the big theme of family, you can also track the theme of compartmentalization, or more specifically shutting yourself off from things. Instead of cells in jail, there are dividers; there’s a train you can spot going around the Christmas tree during a flashback to Christian’s childhood, Christian keeps an airstream trailer in a storage unit—so a container within a container.

The music was also fantastic. It stood out to me from the very beginning, particularly when it managed to balance the feeling of eeriness without going overboard into cheesy or predictable.

I am really good at suspending my disbelief. I’m very willing to go along with the premise that’s set up, I wouldn’t be in a movie otherwise. But, I was pulled out so many times with regard to how certain characters were treated and even during the big final climax that I had to wonder how someone could have put together a movie that was Oscar-worthy and laughable without noticing the discrepancies. Since I don’t want to give away any spoilers, I won’t say more than that, though as always I’m happy to continue the discussion in the comments!

I’ve talked before about movies that don’t seem to know what they want to be and while I think THE ACCOUNTANT was well enough directed and acted to make up for any shortcomings, I think the movie would have done a bit better to decide if it was more suspense or more action. The action was heavier than I’d expected from the previews and I admit that I covered my eyes at two different times. I’m not sure all of it was necessary. That said, the movie is just over two hours long and goes by in a flash.

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UNESCO board formally approves resolution denying Jewish holy sites

The executive board of the United Nations cultural agency voted to adopt a controversial resolution that denies a Jewish connection to the Old City of Jerusalem.

The board reportedly formally approved the resolution on Tuesday morning in the final day of its meeting in Paris.

The approval comes five days after the resolution passed in a preliminary vote of the executive board of the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization. In that vote, there were 2 4 votes in favor and 6 against, with 26 countries abstaining. The United States, the United Kingdom and Germany were among those that voted against the resolution. They were joined by Lithuania, the Netherlands and Estonia. Other European countries abstained.

On Monday, Mexico changed its vote from “in favor” to abstain, saying in a statement” “Changing the vote reiterates the recognition that the government of Mexico gives to the undeniable link of the Jewish people to cultural heritage located in East Jerusalem. It also reflects the deep appreciation that this government has for the Jewish community and in particular for their significant contributions to the welfare and economic, social and cultural development of Mexico.”

Mexico fired its Jewish ambassador to UNESCO, however, after Andre Roemer in a personal protest walked out of last week’s vote in Paris, leaving his deputy to cast the country’s vote.

Discussion and a vote on the resolution were postponed from the board’s meeting in July.

The UNESCO resolution reportedly refers to the Temple Mount several times as Al Haram Al Sharif, the Islamic term for the Temple Mount, without mentioning that it is the holiest site in Judaism, according to UN Watch. It also uses the term Buraq Plaza, placing Western Wall Plaza in quotes, appearing to deny a Jewish connection to the site. The Tomb of the Patriarchs in Hebron is referred to as the al-Ḥaram al-Ibrahimi and Rachel’s Tomb, outside Bethlehem, is noted as the Bilal ibn Rabaḥ Mosque.

A similar resolution was adopted by UNESCO’s executive board in April.

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Report: Bob Dylan still has not mentioned Nobel Prize

American singer and songwriter Bob Dylan has not been in contact with the Swedish Academy since it awarded him the Nobel Prize for Literature last week.

Dylan also has not made a public statement about the honor, the New York Times reported Tuesday.

Sara Danius, the permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, told Swedish public radio on Monday that the academy has been in contact with an associate of Dylan, but not with Dylan himself. It is not known whether Dylan will attend the award ceremony with the other Nobel laureates in Stockholm on December 10.

“I have called and sent emails to his closest collaborator and received very friendly replies. For now, that is certainly enough,” Danius said, according to the newspaper.

Dylan and his band played a concert in Las Vegas hours after the announcement on October 13, and did not mention the honor. On Friday he performed at Desert Trip, the classic-rock festival in Indio, Calif., and also did not mention the Nobel Prize.

Dylan is well known for giving few interviews and not interacting with his audiences, according to the Times.

Dylan, 75, was recognized for “having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition,” the Swedish Academy, which is responsible for choosing the Nobel laureates in literature, announced last week.

Several writers have called on Dylan to turn the prize down, which Jean-Paul Sarte did in 1964.

Born Robert Allen Zimmerman and raised Jewish in Minnesota, Dylan wrote some of the most influential and well-known songs of the 1960s. His hits include “Blowin’ in the Wind,” “Like a Rolling Stone” and “Times They Are a-Changin’.”

Dylan is the first American to receive the prize in more than 20 years. He will receive the $927,740 prize in Stockholm on Dec. 10, which is Alfred Nobel’s birthday.

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Olympic swimmer Ryan Lochte has no idea what Yom Kippur is

U.S. Olympic swimmer Ryan Lochte confused Yom Kippur and a Canadian national holiday during an interview.

Lochte’s publicist said during an interview with the swimmer and New York Magazine reporter Jessica Pressler published on Sunday that she was able to get away from the office to join the interview at a mall in Los Angeles because work was slow due to Yom Kippur.

The interview continues:

“What’s that?” Lochte asks curiously.

“It’s the Jewish Day of Atonement.”

“Wasn’t it their Thanksgiving two days ago?”

“That was Canadian Thanksgiving.”

“Oh,” says Lochte, shifting his hands in his pocket and pulling out his phone, which, as it turns out, has been butt-dialing people.

Lochte, 32, has won six Olympic gold medals, but his image was tarnished after he and three other American swimmers falsely claimed they were robbed at gunpoint during this summer’s Rio Olympics after they had an altercation with a gas station convenience store security guard.

He is currently competing on the latest season of Dancing with the Stars.

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‘The Touch of an Angel’ screening at Laemmle’s NoHo Theater

Holocaust survivor Henryk Schoenker sits in front of the entrance to the Auschwitz-Birkenau extermination camp in the Polish film “The Touch of an Angel.”  screening Wednesday, Oct. 19, at 7 p.m. at Laemmle’s NoHo Theater  in North Hollywood. The documentary tracks the story of Henryk’s father, Leo, who headed the pre-war Jewish community of the Polish town of Oswiecim (Auschwitz). After the Nazi conquest of Poland, Leo Schoenker led efforts to allow Polish Jews to emigrate to Palestine. The award-winning film was directed by Marek Tomasz Pawlowski and produced by Malgorzata Walczak.

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A reading of Neil Simon’s ‘The Prisoner of Second Avenue’ at the Pico Playhouse on Oct. 23

The West Coast Jewish Theatre will present a reading of Neil Simon’s play “The Prisoner of Second Avenue” on Sunday (Oct. 23) at 7 p.m. at the Pico Playhouse in West Los Angeles. Artists include, standing from left, Howard Teichman, Jill Remez and Mike Burstyn, with Nan Tepper sitting in front. Subsequent readings will feature Sam Bobrick’s “New York Water” (Nov. 6) and Danny Simon’s “The Convertible Girl” (Nov. 20). For ticket information, phone (323) 821-2449

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Mexico fires Jewish ambassador who protested UNESCO vote, but will now abstain

Mexico has fired its ambassador to UNESCO, Andre Roemer, who is Jewish, for protesting against his country’s decision to vote for a resolution denying Jewish ties to Jerusalem.

“For not having informed diligently and with meticulousness of the context in which the voting process occurred, for reporting to representatives of countries other than Mexico about the sense of his vote, and for making public documents and official correspondence subject to secrecy,” read the official statement released on Oct. 17.

However, the Latin American country announced it will now change its vote from “in favor” to abstain on the proposal concerning the preservation of cultural heritage and religion in eastern Jerusalem.

“Changing the vote reiterates the recognition that the government of Mexico gives to the undeniable link of the Jewish people to cultural heritage located in East Jerusalem. It also reflects the deep appreciation that this government has for the Jewish community and in particular for their significant contributions to the welfare and economic, social and cultural development of Mexico,” the statement also said.

For the first time since 2010, Mexico will oppose a proposal by the Palestinian-Arab bloc in UNESCO, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization.

“Sadly, the ambassador to UNESCO was sacrificed, but it meant a change to the perennial tradition of following the vote of the Latin American bloc, which passed an absurd and biased resolution by a majority,” wrote Jewish Mexican news portal Enlace Judio.

In a personal protest, Roemer walked out of last week’s vote in Paris, leaving his deputy to cast the country’s vote. He also apparently contemplated resigning his post, but was urged not to by Israel’s ambassador Carmel Shama HaCohen, who wrote him a personal letter praising him as a friend of the Jewish state.

UNESCO’s resolution, sponsored by several Arab countries, referred to the Temple Mount and Western Wall — Judaism’s holiest sites — only by their Muslim names, and condemned Israel as “the occupying power” for various actions taken in both places.

Mexico was one of the 24 countries that voted in favor of the resolution. Six nations, including the United States, Germany and Britain, voted against and another 26 abstained.

Following the vote, Israel suspended cooperation with the UN cultural organization. In a letter sent to UNESCO Director General Irina Bokova, Israel’s Education Minister Naftali Bennett accused the body of ignoring “thousands of years of Jewish ties to Jerusalem” and aiding “Islamist terror.”

Bokova herself distanced herself from the resolutions in a statement, saying “nowhere more than in Jerusalem do Jewish, Christian and Muslim heritage and traditions share space.”

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‘Rigged’: Rosh Hashanah 5777 sermon

For months now, the anticipation has been building to this time, when the Jews would be convening in their very largest numbers.  This is that time for the Jewish people – this coming weekend.  The Rolling Stones.  Bob Dylan.  Paul McCartney.  Neil Young.  Roger Waters.  And The Who.  All of them on three straight nights in the desert.  Thank God for the Jewish New Year that it wasn’t this weekend.

Yes, the Jews may be in their synagogues tonight, but one week from tonight, they’re going to be at Desert Trip, the classic rock extravaganza that has been not-so-lovingly dubbed “Oldchella.”  That’s a reference, I trust, not only to the age of the performers.  It’s also talking about the age of the audience – or at least those of us who hungered to be in the audience.  You better believe that Allison and I wanted to be with our brethren at Oldchella.  So we texted two good friends – also Jewish and also old enough to qualify – and asked if they wanted to join us.  “Absolutely,” they said, and we jumped online at the exact moment tickets were to go on sale.

Unfortunately, we were not the only old Jews who did that.  So for our turn in line we waited.  And waited.  And all the $699 seats a million miles from the stage sold out.  And all the $899 seats a million miles from the stage sold out.  And as my turn drew near, all that was left was the choice between the $999 seats or the $1599 seats that were only a thousand miles from the stage.  And with that decision weighing on me, I quickly texted Allison and our friends, saying:  “I kinda feel that if I have $2000 available for a pair of concert tickets, I need to be donating more of my money.”  All four of us agreed with that, and that was the end of our Oldchella dreams.

Now I want to be clear – there is nothing inherently sinful about dropping two grand on a pair of concert tickets.  If we are blessed to have discretionary income, we spend it on the luxury items we choose, and I’m quite sure that some of you here today did make the decision to go to the concerts in the desert.  And not only is it not sinful from an American point of view to do so; it’s not sinful from a Jewish point of view, either.  Anyone who attempts to tell you that Judaism is against individuals achieving great wealth… the kind that would make $2000 in concert tickets a possibility… well, they just don’t know very much about Judaism.  Our tradition has no problem with us becoming wealthier, even super-wealthier, because it assumes – in fact, it demands – that our financial giving should increase at the same rate that our financial earning increases.  The standard set by the Torah for our charitable giving, as you may know, is ten percent of our annual earnings.  Now, that’s a standard very, very few of us achieve, and most of us don’t come all that close either… but that’s a sermon for a different Rosh Hashanah.

Our discussion tonight is about the unintended consequences from our doing what is sinful neither from an American nor a Jewish point of view.  You see, we all agree that if the market bears $2000 for the pair of tickets, that should be the price.  We certainly don’t want anyone telling us to sell something for less than its fair market value when we’re the ones doing the selling.  The difficulty is that in our minds, the conversation about right and wrong in finance tends to end with that defense of the free market.  And that indicates a certain blindness on our part, because whether we like it or not… whether it’s even fair or not… there are other people who get to weigh in about what’s right or wrong in finance. They’re the people who share our society with us – the ones who watch us as they earn and spend very differently than we do.

So the concert promoters have every right to set the ticket prices at whatever level purchasers will pay.  And the concert attendees have every right to spend whatever they wish on their tickets.  And the residents of Coachella Valley have every right to reach their own conclusions about the masses descending upon their neighborhood and clogging their streets.  Who are these Coachella Valley residents who will be watching the audience while the audience is watching the show this coming weekend?  They are among the poorest Californians to be found anywhere in the state.  41% of the residents of Coachella Valley are below the poverty level.  41%.  Nearly double the statewide poverty rate of 22%.  And another thing about these impoverished residents… they are overwhelming Latino.

So if you’re watching the concerts this coming weekend, know that in your mind, you are attending Oldchella.  And know that in the minds of those watching you, you are attending Old Rich Whitechella.  And make no mistake – there’s nothing productive in feeling badly about it, but there’s also no point in pretending it’s not true, or that it’s not being noticed.

What do we think the audience of the audience will be thinking?  Will they be looking on ambitiously, dreaming of being wealthy enough to attend concerts like that themselves, pondering the education they should pursue or the hours they should work to make it happen?  Or will they be looking on in futility and likely even in anger, feeling like they’re part of a giant system that has no real promise for them?

We, who live on the more fortunate side of that divide, often assert that they ought to be looking on ambitiously – that we or our parents or grandparents once looked on ambitiously at a better life, and then we or they did whatever was necessary to claim it, often at great personal hardship.  That’s all true.  But we don’t get to decide what the audience of the audience sees when they look at us.  They get to make that decision.  And if there’s one thing this year’s tempestuous election cycle has proven, it’s that those on the outside looking in at a better life in America these days are not looking ambitiously at you and me and what we have.  They’re looking angrily and resentfully.  Fair or unfair, that’s what the audience of the audience sees.

The word we’re hearing again and again to describe their feelings is “rigged.”  They feel that the game is rigged against them, so there’s little reason even to try.  And that sentiment is not just coming from one side of the political spectrum.  In this election, we’ve heard “rigged” just as passionately from idealistic white college kids who will graduate with massive debt as we’ve heard it from unemployed white steel workers in the Rust Belt… from people of color objecting to how they are policed, to followers of Islam who are feeling hated without even being known.  “Rigged,” they say.  “The system is built to disadvantage us, and we are powerless to fix it.”

This is what the audience of the audience will see this coming weekend… see and seethe.  But to be clear – the attendees of Old Rich Whitechella are hardly the only targets of that rage.  We are all the targets, so often without even noticing it.  This election has made it inescapably obvious.  Others look at us and feel angry.  They feel angry when they see us carrying our picnic baskets into the Hollywood Bowl… when they see us in our excellent seats at the stadium… when we pull up at the light in our pristine high performance vehicles… when we are enjoying our preferential treatment on the airplane.  They feel angry, as they watch us, the captains of this free market, continuing to build an economy predicated on maximizing the profit created by the smallest number of people who are willing to pay the most.  That’s just good free market business.  But let’s not pretend there aren’t other costs attached to those higher prices we are happily paying.  The gates behind which we may place our homes might protect us from intruders, but they cannot protect us from the smoldering resentment that is mounting outside.  There is an audience, and they’re watching.

Now, if you’re stuck on whether that resentment is fair or not, on whether the claim of “rigged” is fair or not, let’s look at a few statistical truths.  Those crying “rigged” claim that the rules just keep making it harder for someone not already living the American dream to live it.  Are they right?  Is it actually harder now, more hopeless now, than it was when we were the ones trying to break through?

A few numbers:

The slice of the national income pie going to the wealthiest 1% of Americans has doubled since 1979.

Since 1990, CEO compensation has increased by 300%. Corporate profits have doubled. The average worker’s salary has increased 4%.

CEOs in 1965 earned about 24 times the amount of the average worker.  In 1980 it was 42 times as much. Today, CEOs earn 325 times the average worker.

How about the Obama recovery?  Has that made things better?  From 2009 through 2012, inflation-adjusted income for the wealthiest 1% rose 31%.  For everyone else – 0.4%.

Perhaps this says it most plainly:  the top 1% earns 20% of the nation’s income and owns 40% of the nation’s wealth – the greatest divide we’ve seen since the 1920s.  The 1920s.  Our wealth disparity in America has returned to early 1900s levels.  So perhaps the most helpful visual is the Titanic – with all of us, enjoying the splendor of E Deck, while the masses are corralled below us in steerage.  They’re largely content with their lot, enjoying their own parties and pleasures while the ship is afloat.  But when crisis hits – say, a major recession or a war – they discover that the lifeboats they see aren’t for them.  They peer through locked metal gates that bar their way to safety.  And they glare with rage at those they see on the other side.  They glare with rage at us.

And let’s be clear – a lot of us know how they’re feeling, because a lot of us aren’t in the top 1%.  And there are plenty of worshipers in this room – plenty – who have seen their own financial fortunes take a marked turn for the worse, who can’t find their niche anymore, who are afraid they’ll never be what they once were, who fear they’ll never be able to retire or last in retirement on what they’ve saved.  I’m your rabbi, which means you tell me your stories – and it is important for this congregation to know how many frightened people are sitting among us… people who are themselves feeling like the game is now rigged against them.  And frankly, they have a point.

But at the risk of making an uncomfortable conversation even more uncomfortable, I feel compelled to point out that, still, even with all of this, and without getting into the numbers, the overwhelming majority of us are at least in the top 5% when it comes to our earnings or our accumulated wealth… and practically none of us is below the top 10% .  We much prefer to think of other people as the rich ones – and there is always someone richer than you are.  But if we look at the stark reality in this city, in this country, and certainly all over the world, the truth is that we are sailing together on E Deck, and even if we don’t have what the people down below think we have, they’re looking through the gates at us, and they’re mad.

This is the 2016 election, across the political spectrum, particularly on its two poles.  What does our religious tradition, which has nothing against our wealth, have to say about it?

The great modern Orthodox rabbi, Haskel Lookstein, gave a sermon when he was just 34 years old that is still much fabled.  It was 1966, so it’s likely race was most on his mind when he wrote these words, but I would suggest they might speak to us today even more broadly than that.  He wrote:  “It is the Talmud that says that no man is free if he must live in a segregated community, whether that segregation is the creation of law or the result of informal social consensus… It is the Talmud that states that no man is free unless he has economic opportunity, a chance for employment, the social possibility to work in any geographical and economic area in accordance with his God-given and acquired talents.”  In short, Rabbi Lookstein was saying:  “Judaism is fine with wealth, even extreme wealth.  It is not fine with ‘rigged.’”

And did we really even need him to tell us that?  We are here today, honoring the Jewish calendar’s call of the new year – to look at the truth in ourselves, to stop hiding from it or denying it or blaming it on someone else.  These Ten Days of Teshuvah – from tonight until we break the Yom Kippur fast – are for precisely this purpose.  To ask ourselves the really hard questions that we actually know the answers to, but that we spend the whole year not saying out loud.

Tonight, it’s time for us to say it out loud.  We are, all of us, a part of creating and perpetuating a system that is, in fact, rigged in our favor.  That’s true whether you’re a progressive or a conservative, whether you’re a Democrat or a Republican.  And a lot of us have done it without any intention of doing it.  You see, the sociologists tell us that we humans are hardwired toward precisely the type of self-segregation that the Talmud and Rabbi Lookstein were forbidding.  We seek to live with people who look and think and believe most like us, because that makes us most comfortable.  And then, of course, it becomes much harder for us to understand what those “not as much like us” are feeling or experiencing.  The fears we understand are the ones lived by us and expressed also by the people we know.  This explains why one community can see an economic recovery, while another can’t.  It explains why one community can see racial and religious diversity as an American virtue, while another sees that same diversity as our nation’s doom.  It also explains why Donald Trump can be seen as an anti-establishment messiah by some, and the greatest ever threat to American democracy by others.  It all depends upon which wind tunnel you’re speaking and listening into.

This is how things get rigged.  We lose our capacity to feel into those not like us, because we have no real access to them or their realities.  We don’t even really go looking for that access.  And so even if you’re writing checks to stop the rigging, and you’re voting to stop the rigging, and you’re emailing everyone you know about how rigged things are, it’s not close to enough –  because the fact remains that your efforts are going entirely unnoticed by the audience of the audience in Coachella Valley.  They have no idea which of us made donations for their benefit and which of us didn’t.  We all look the same to them, because they have no real experience of us, either.  And they’re angry, because to them, we are the embodiment of everything that has caused them to give up.How can we even hope to fix something like that?  Well, it’s not going to be easy.  The institutionalized advantages we enjoy by virtue of the places where we live, the people who we know, the color of our skin – these things have been built into America for centuries.  So there are no simple solutions.  But I can tell you how we start.  We start by chipping away at our segregation by “informal social consensus.”  We step off of E Deck, and we demonstrate a sincere interest in encountering those on the other side of the metal gate – in convincing them that they shouldn’t give up, because we want them to count.

The most basic way to say that you truly don’t want the system to be rigged is to encourage another person to vote.  Getting another person to vote is getting that person to say they matter and that it’s not hopeless.  It’s nowhere near a solution all by itself, but in this era of national rage that we so desperately want to temper, it’s the best place our democracy gives us to start.  And so our temple is going to spend these weeks between now and November 8th going face to face asking people to vote.  And since we’re face to face right now, I’m going to start with you – because you might find this shocking at a socially conscious congregation like ours… I sure did… but do you know what percentage of eligible Leo Baeckers voted in the 2012 election?  We actually had a local justice organization calculate that for us – and the number was 74.3%.  Much higher than the national average, but much lower than I would have guessed.  The last time we elected a president, one out of every four of you didn’t vote.  So I want to start right there.  With the future of our country and even the world so clearly at stake, it’s not a time to say you don’t count.  You have to count.

And if you’re thinking that your vote isn’t all that important in the national scheme of things, perhaps it will be helpful to focus on the local and statewide level, because as you likely already know, the November election is absolutely loaded with ballot initiatives.  Everything from school bonds to health care to the abolition of the death penalty.  Here at LBT, we are focusing on two ballot measures in particular – one local and one state – because we can be very proud that our congregation had an awful lot to do with them getting onto the ballot in the first place.

Do you remember four Rosh Hashanahs ago, when I told you that we were going to build a train through the Sepulveda Pass?  I remember it, because you looked back at me as if I was categorically insane.  But our community organizing team never surrendered their vision for rail transit connecting the Valley to LAX, enabling our part of Los Angeles to intersect with the rest of Los Angeles face to face, instead of bumper to bumper.

We got used to being told it was impossible.  Well, now it’s not.  Measure M is on the ballot, and it includes the Sepulveda Pass project because this temple assembled a citywide coalition of faith communities, business, labor and environmental leaders, and government officials, all the way up to Mayor Garcetti, who has identified Measure M as his top priority for this election.

We want trains for all sorts of Jewish reasons.  Trains preserve our planet, as we’ve been commanded to do ever since Adam and Eve.  And building trains means thousands of green jobs that can create dignity and self-sufficiency.  But most of all, we want a train because we’re on the side of Rabbi Lookstein and the Talmud – which is to say, nothing puts an end to self-segregation like trading in our cars for trains.

The great French Jewish philosopher, Emmanuel Levinas, taught that “the approach to the face (of another) is the most basic mode of responsibility… the ethical rapport with the face is asymmetrical in that it subordinates my existence to the other.”  This is what it is to be human – to welcome the subordination of my own existence by looking into the eye of someone else, and seeing that I am obligated.  We don’t get to do that all that much, because we never get to see the face of the other from the unholy cocoon of our cars, as we drive by entire worlds that are closed off from us at every freeway exit.  We never see a face there, so we never experience that most basic mode of responsibility.  But when we build trains to connect us to those worlds, we will look into faces and eyes that will subordinate our own existence every time the doors open.  We will, at last, begin to be one Los Angeles.

So Measure M is our chance to make a four-year-old Leo Baeck Temple dream come true.  But that’s not our only focus among the ballot initiatives.  Do you remember three Rosh Hashanahs ago, when I asked you to crash Governor Brown’s phone lines in support of immigration reform?  And then you did it again for affordable housing?  And then again just last year to combat racial profiling?  Well, it seems the Governor caught on to who was calling him all the time, because this past April, the Governor decided to call us.

As some of you know, just before Pesach, I received a phone call from Governor Brown, asking me to convene a meeting for him with local rabbis to discuss what would become Prop 57, the legislation to reform criminal sentencing and parole for those who commit non-violent crimes.  He wanted our help in getting the measure onto the ballot, and many of you circulated petitions to do just that at your Passover seders.

What impressed me most in our meeting was how the Governor clearly saw this issue as a matter of religious justice… Jewish justice, in fact.  Said the Governor, “There is no greater incentive than freedom.”  He spoke of teshuvah, our Jewish process of self-change that is our work on these High Holydays, and insisted that Prop 57 will open the gates to that type of growth for countless young non-violent offenders currently languishing in prison without hope.  He said that 80% of these prisoners are poor African-Americans and Latino-Americans, and when their initial brief sentences are trumped up through sentencing enhancements to last for decades, they have no reason even to try to transcend their errant ways.  They succumb instead to a rigged game, and that’s when the gangs feast upon them, and they turn to violence and narcotics.  Prop 57 will move us from the futility of mass incarceration to the humanity of rehabilitation, supervision and education.

So these two measures are our temple’s priorities – because we worked hard to bring them to the voters, and because they each can contribute mightily toward breaking down the anger and mistrust – of us – that is presently cursing our nation.  But as I said before, the most fundamental way to begin attacking that anger and mistrust – that cynicism among those who say the system is rigged, and we’re the ones rigging it – is by urging others to vote, so they might believe again that we want them to matter.  So here’s something unusual – a temple that has placed a pledge card on your seat on Rosh Hashanah, and it asks for none of your money but all of your soul.  Start by just committing yourself to vote.  Then make your commitment to Measure M and Prop 57 – the initiatives our temple has fueled.  And then join us in making the most important commitment of all – the commitment that says, “I want you to matter” – by helping us turn out voters across this city.  We are going to be pairing our canvassers with canvassers from lower income neighborhoods… so that when we knock on those doors, the message will be clear:  We are in this together.  Black, white, Latino.  Christian, Jew, Muslim.  Westside, Valley, inner city.  We want them to see it in your eyes: “You count.”  And if you’re not ready to make the trip to have them see it in your eyes, then at least let them hear it in your voice – join our phone banking effort, and tell those on the other end of the line that you want them to matter again.

In a few moments, you’ll have some quiet time to fill out the card and give it to one of the members of our organizing team.  It’s the High Holydays – the time when we’re supposed to ask more of ourselves.  Ask more of yourself.  Go further than you were prepared to go when you first found that card sitting on your seat.  Check another box or two.  Stretch yourself to push back against this climate of anger and resentment and “rigged.”

Rabbi Pinchas of Koretz taught:  “Long ago, I conquered my anger and placed it in my pocket. (But) when I have need of it, I take it out.”  What did he mean by that?  I think he was trying to teach us that anger isn’t necessarily bad.  There are things that are good for us to be angry at.  We call that kind of rage outrage.  Rage has the power to destroy us… outrage, the power to rescue us.

These are perilous times.  The very fabric of our society is in danger of being irreparably torn.  There is a withering rage growing all around us… and at us.  Let us quell it with outrage.

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‘Who Shall Be Tormented?’: Yom Kippur 5777 sermon

Every congregational rabbi has two kinds of High Holydays services – the ones he or she leads, and the ones he or she attends.  For this rabbi, the High Holydays I attend take place every time Los Angeles is visited by Bruce Springsteen and the legendary E Street Band.

For those who have never experienced it, a Bruce Springsteen show is more like a revival than a rock concert, and it has the added bonus of making any worship service you’ve ever attended at Leo Baeck Temple seem short.  Springsteen plays for four hours – at the age of sixty-seven.  I know of no rabbi who can do that.  And his shows are nonstop thrill rides through the vicissitudes of the human condition.  His performances are arrestingly intimate, which is quite an achievement considering the fact that they happen in front of tens of thousands of people.  And his songs unleash the raw truths and emotions that any good preacher, Jewish or otherwise, seeks to access – love, loneliness, triumph, despair, faith, hope.  Ask any of the other regulars at Springsteen’s shul like me, and they’ll tell you – he delivers one of the truly transcendent religious experiences that can be found anywhere.

As a person who has written songs for a living myself, and who still works at writing songs, I have often marveled at Springsteen’s astonishing gift.  How, I have wondered, can he understand so much about what it is to be alive, and then capture it in five poetic, majestic, not-of-this world minutes… again and again and again?  It is a talent that any of us would dearly love to have, and very few have ever had as he does.

Fifteen days ago, Springsteen released an autobiography that he had been working on for seven years.  He had no ghost writer or collaborator, so every word was his own.  And with a shocking degree of candor, he answers my question.  How can he understand so much about what it is to be alive – and then capture it in five poetic, majestic, not-of-this-world minutes?  He does it because he is more than just a super-talented composer; he is a painfully tormented soul with a family history of mental illness.

His best friend in the E Street Band, Steve Van Zandt, describes Springsteen in his teenage years as “shut down and closed in.”  Said Van Zandt, “People were always wondering ‘Why are you hanging out with him?  He’s such a weirdo.’  Some people thought he was mental.”

Describing his family’s life in the small town of Freehold, New Jersey, Springsteen writes:  “The bride and her hero are whisked away in their long black limousine, the one that drops you off at the beginning of your life. The other one is just around the corner waiting for another day to bring the tears and take you on that short drive straight out Throckmorton Street to the St. Rose graveyard on the edge of town.”  Sounds like a very eloquent rabbi describing what this Yom Kippur day is supposed to elicit in us – an awareness of our mortality and the urgency to make meaning of that short span of time between the two limousine rides.

So maybe Springsteen isn’t such a weirdo after all.  Maybe his lifelong brush with brain illness has just unleashed his genius, causing him to see human existence more intensely and more honestly, with all of its euphoric highs, but also with the dark and frightening lows that find each one of us when we are most vulnerable to them.  He seems somehow to hold all of that at once, to be all of that at once, which is at once wise and rather scary.  Says Springsteen, “…whoever you’ve been and wherever you’ve been, it never leaves you.  I always picture it as a car. All your selves are in it. And a new self can get in, but the old selves can’t ever get out. The important thing is, who’s got their hands on the wheel at any given moment?”

It’s obvious by now that Springsteen is a real hero of mine – someone with an otherworldly capacity to describe what humans feel and assign it meaning.  So I must admit that it was heartbreaking to me to learn how deeply he has suffered in his life and in his mind.  His father Doug bequeathed to him a long family history of undiagnosed and never-to-be-discussed mental illnesses – agoraphobia, hair-pulling disorders, aunts who literally howled indiscriminately.  His dad couldn’t outrun the demons, dropping out of high school – as would Bruce a generation later – drifting from job to job, a mostly angry loner who drank too much.  And so, beset with paranoia and too many tears, all Doug had left for his son Bruce was an unpredictable mixture of cool detachment and raging disapproval.  He literally never once summoned the words “I love you” for his son.

Bruce has sought to break the cycle through proper diagnosis and treatment – but chronic illness is chronic illness, so it’s an endless challenge.  He suffers from clinical depression and an ever mounting fear that he is doomed to become his father.  “You don’t know the illness’s parameters,” he writes. “Can I get sick enough to where I become a lot more like my father than I thought I might?”

Springsteen at sixty-seven is now one of the most prolific and renowned songwriters of all time – but that has happened amid his illness, not beyond it.  He writes:  “I was crushed between (the ages of) sixty and sixty-two, good for a year and out again from sixty-three to sixty-four.”  And what does this look like to his wife Patti, who is both his true love and a member of the E Street Band?  Writes Springsteen:  “Patti will observe a freight train bearing down, loaded with nitroglycerin and running quickly out of track.”

I know and love the incredible music that Springsteen was writing between sixty and sixty-two, and sixty-three and sixty-four.  So I have seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears just how much inspired living can take place while navigating the treachery of mental illness.  But as this congregation’s rabbi, I have also seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears just how much devastation can be wrought by mental illness.

Many of you already know that it’s been a tough year or so for our congregation on this front.  In greater measure than I can ever remember before, we have lost loved ones before their time.  Sometimes, it has been accidental, but sometimes not.  In the space of just seven months, two beloved members of this congregation – loving husbands and fathers, both of whom were leaders and exemplars in our temple community – took their own lives, leaving their families stunned and heartsick, and leaving our congregation wounded and afraid.  How was it possible that things had become that desperate for these incredible men, whom we knew so well, but obviously not as well as we thought?

Suddenly, we could feel a freight train bearing down and running out of track.  And so we held a gathering to talk about ways that our congregation could respond, to explore the types of programming and support that we could offer, not just to these grieving families but to all our families.  A lot of familiar faces filled that room.  Active LBT congregants, one and all.  Everyone knew at least a few of the others who were there.  I, of course, knew everyone there.  We opened the meeting by going around the room and inviting each person to tell us why they came.  And one by one by one, stories of heartbreaking mental illness poured out… from people who had never told them before, at least not at their temple.

One man talked about standing at the grave with our community in the aftermath of one of those awful suicides and resolving that he was going to tell his own story of life-threatening bipolar disorder out loud, both to seek support and to give it… because what he saw at the grave that day was not going to become his story.

One woman told us about an eighteen-month period when she was so paralyzed by depression that she could not get out of bed.  She was on Wellutrin, Prozac, Adavan and Lithium at the same time – just to find the right cocktail to break the debilitating cycle of depression.  She was on the board of a different local temple at the time.  Nobody knew how sick she was.  She felt so ashamed to be so out of control that she asked her then-rabbi not to discuss it with anyone.  So she just disappeared for a few years – and the community silently obliged her disappearance.

One man – a man I had known since the rabbinic search that brought me here more than fourteen years ago – spoke of the suicide of his brother, who ultimately lost his life in his battle against mental illness.  I knew him for more than fourteen years, and I had never heard this story.

One woman described her suffering when she first learned of her son’s diagnosis with schizophrenia.  She was so despondent, so grief stricken, so devastated, and felt so stigmatized that she fled any spiritual or Jewish community at all.  It was years before she was ready to rejoin the Jewish community by joining LBT.  So she was alone in her pain, hiding her shame, and only after years could she find a safe place to share her agony, start to heal, and find the courage to speak publicly about her family’s ordeal.

One man told of his family heredity with clinical depression – how it had decimated generations and left him with a broken bond with his own father… and also a harrowing feeling of impending doom whenever his own depression kicks into high gear.

One woman told of the death decades earlier of her first husband, a gifted physician, who therefore had plenty of easy access and deep knowledge of prescription medications.  He proceeded into the darkness of his own suffering, and died from his prescription drug use at the age of thirty-eight, leaving behind his wife and two young sons, aged ten and eight.

I could go on – because our group went on.  And on.  A tragic array of agonizing tales of illness, almost never shared before that night.  I myself knew only a few of these stories, even though I knew well each person who told them.  Or so I had thought.  How could this be?

It could be because we have built a society in which there is one set of rules for how we treat people who are suffering from illnesses situated in their heart, or their lungs, or their prostate, or most any other bodily organ, and a different set of rules for how we treat people whose illnesses are situated in their brain.  We know, of course, that the brain is just another bodily organ that can betray us in a million ways, just like every other part of our bodies.  But when it’s the brain that malfunctions, we humans can be pretty inhuman with one another.

What’s interesting is that this is not actually an inherent human tendency – to stigmatize those who suffer from brain illness, to blame the victim and call him or her names like “weak” or “crazy,” to judge his or her family members as failures.  Apparently, we made this heartlessness up ourselves.  How do I know that?  Because just look at the Unetaneh Tokef prayer that Cantor Kates chanted for us this morning.  It’s arguably our tradition’s most foreboding piece of liturgy, the one that speaks of this Yom Kippur day as the moment when our fates for the year are sealed.  Who shall live and who shall die.  Who by fire and who by water.  Who by war.  Who by famine.  Who by earthquake.  It’s horribly unsettling to us to think that life might work that way – even theologically repellant to us.  But read on in the prayer, and you discover that it’s not just some litany of ways that we are fated to die.  The list also includes “Mi yashkit, u’mi y’toraf” – “Who will know inner quiet (in this new year), and who will be torn by inner discord”… and “Mi yishalev, umi yit’yaser” – “Who will be serene, and who will be tormented.”

So while we, as a society, may think of brain illness as something worthy of secrecy or shame or judgment, it’s pretty clear that our ancient rabbis didn’t see it that way.  To them, mental illness “made the list” of ultimate concerns that we should be thinking about on this day – and therefore on every day.

And let me assure you, those ancient rabbis were right, because our neglect, our cruelty, toward those who are tormented is producing some dire realities.  Nearly one out of every four of us is personally affected by mental illness or addiction every day.  One out of every three hospitalizations in the U.S. involves mental illness or addiction.  And throughout the world, the leading cause of death among fifteen to nineteen-year-olds is suicide… not starvation, not AIDS, not some other awful plague.  Just the plague of the mind.  And here in the U.S., suicide is on the rise among all age groups, but particularly among ten to fourteen-year-old girls, who are now taking their own lives at three times the rate they did just fifteen years ago.

We have a full-fledged national health crisis on our hands, but it’s a quiet crisis, because mental illness is the quiet disease… the one we don’t talk about.  Which is why many mental illnesses end up undiagnosed until they are already very late in their course, and also why half of those diagnosed with a mental illness receive no treatment at all.  Can you imagine us tolerating such a thing with any other type of illness?  People walking around with cancer or heart disease and receiving no medical help at all?

For mental illness, though, the rules are different – and if we’re being honest, we’re a part of that difference, even those of us who bemoan it, because we’re a part of society.  We can’t help but be shaped by it.  Bestselling author Stephen Fried has made a cause célèbre of this issue in recent years, most prominently with a book he wrote jointly with former congressman Patrick Kennedy, who himself suffers from mental illness.  In a recent article he penned for the Jewish Forward, Fried raised a question we all ought to consider carefully.  As he discussed the familiar Mi Sheberach prayer for healing that Jews all over the world recite – a prayer where we are often invited to speak aloud the names of those who are suffering from illness – Fried points out that if he were to speak the name of a friend who was battling breast cancer, and then someone were to approach him at the end of services and ask him about that person’s story, he would without hesitation tell the truth.  But if the person he wanted to name was depressed or manic, he “might consider it a personal betrayal — or at least a HIPAA violation — (even) to mention the person’s name aloud (at all),” much less to describe his or her diagnosis.  And this is the guy who literally wrote the book on destigmatizing mental illness.  If he would hesitate, we would definitely hesitate.

Fried’s childhood rabbi, Jeffrey Wohlberg, described the phenomenon this way:  “We don’t always know how to handle people who are different.  For me this goes back to being a kid in synagogue after the war and being told not to stare at someone who was missing a limb. Somehow, ‘not staring’ turns into not even being able to look.”

Leo Baeck Temple cannot be a place where, in the name of not staring, we will choose not even to look at those suffering right next to us.  For the tormented are not just occupying our hearts or consciousness.  They are occupying this room.  They are sitting here, right next to you.  And many of you can be counted among them.

So we will look.  And we will see.  And we will care.  And not just because it’s kind and decent.  We’ll do it because the clinical evidence suggests that we, as a congregation, actually have an important role to play in the successful treatment of illnesses of the mind.  Writes Fried, “Medical science has taught us that mental illness is best treated by an integrated model of care, or the ‘bio-psycho-social-spiritual’ approach. In other words, patients benefit from remedies that combine medication, behavioral therapy, the aid of friends and family, and the support of a religious community.”  So we’re not just talking about being humane here.  We’re talking about the mitzvah of bikur cholim – our religious obligation to care for the sick… and the mitzvah of pikuach nefesh – our religious obligation to save lives whenever we can.  And lest you think that Jewish law is mostly hung up on what things you don’t do on the Sabbath, or what foods you don’t eat, or even what days you shouldn’t eat… all of it is to be set aside whenever doing so can save a life, because that’s where our tradition places its priority.

And therefore, that’s where LBT is going to place its priority.  This temple will no longer be a place where a person can disappear into mental illness with the silent acquiescence of the community.  The group that shared all those stories with one another that night is now launching the work of Tikkun Hanefesh here at Leo Baeck.  You may have heard the term tikkun olam before – the repairing of the world.  Tikkun Hanefesh is the repairing of our souls, and we cannot rightly claim to be serious about fixing a broken world if we won’t get serious about fixing all the broken worlds that exist right here in this congregation.

Our first collective step in this mission was actually a whole lot of steps.  On the day before Rosh Hashanah, twenty-five Leo Baeckers – including one of the widows whose husband I mentioned earlier – participated in the NAMI Walk to raise awareness and sensitivity.  NAMI is the National Alliance on Mental Illness, the largest grassroots mental health organization in America.  But this is just the beginning of our bringing this matter out into the open where it belongs.  Be on the lookout for Tikkun Hanefesh offerings within our community – both those specifically addressing mental health and creating a stigma-free embrace for those within its grips, and those dealing more generally with the massive pressures that teens, parents, seniors, singles… all of us… face and get consumed by.  At LBT, this will be a quiet crisis no more.  In fact, we’ll begin breaking the silence right after this service, as our Yom Kippur Afternoon Study Session will be led by our own Rabbi Dr. Tamara Eskenazi – my teacher, an internationally renowned Jewish scholar, and the fellow Leo Baeck Temple congregant who has been the skillful and sensitive convener of our Tikkun Hanefesh initiative. I urge you – whether you already know this issue touches your life deeply or you just haven’t come around yet to that realization – stay with us for an extra hour or so today.  Study our Jewish tradition’s wisdom about what torments us.  Be brave enough to stare this monster in the eye with us, and discover that you are not alone.  Help others discover that they are not alone.  Stay – and help us break the silence.  Help us begin walking together toward fixing all these broken worlds of ours.

You see, our tradition loves us because we’re broken.  Back in the Torah, the Israelites carried the broken pieces of the shattered commandments with them into the Promised Land, right there along with the new, pristine ones.  And why?  Because the broken pieces are us.  There’s no reason to be ashamed of that.  It’s who we are.  And if we grownups don’t want to accept that or are afraid of it, maybe we can learn a lesson or two from our kids.  This past August, when I was on faculty at Camp Alonim, where so many of our temple kids spend their summers, the tenth-graders sang a song loudly and proudly that was written just for them by their music leaders.  And whenever the chorus rolled around, that’s when they sang twice as loud:  “We’re all a little broken.  That’s what makes us whole.”

Doing this isn’t going to be easy.  We’re going to touch vulnerable spots in ourselves and others.  And even when we do our very best, we still won’t be able to save everyone – for just like cancer or heart disease or other ailments, sometimes, we do all the right things, and the illness still proves impenetrable.  But let there be no doubt – no one should ever have to walk that road alone, embarrassed, ashamed, judged.  Not if they’re a part of this community.  For we’re all a little broken.  That’s what makes us whole.

Bruce Springsteen worries every day about whether he’s going to turn into his father – and we are incredulous, because we can see the differences between the two men, plain as day.  We can see that when we treat this illness as illness, transcendence is possible.  Our genius as humans is let out.  No, we can’t be Springsteen.  But neither can he be us.

You know the prophet Elijah – the guy you summon every year at seder?  This year, when you open the door for him, try thinking of him as the Bible tells us he was.  Think of him as a clinically depressed soul who once begged God to take his life… but somehow survived and became the foretaste of the Messiah.  Imagine that.  Even bigger than Springsteen.

Who will know inner quiet in this new year – and who will be tormented?  The answers are not sealed on this day – because we are here, asking the questions.  Let every day of this new year 5777 be our shared journey in creating the answers.

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