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Hanukah 2011: Days of Darkness

Tuesday, December 20th, 2011

Hanukah menorah

Hanukah menorah

This Hanukah 2011 is characterized by days of darkness. Israel sinks further into the mire of authoritarianism. It increasingly resembles the police state Yeshaia Leibowitz warned it would become after the euphoria of the 1967 War ended.

Democracy, if not dead is on life-support. The Zionist far right, which used to be considered the marginal untethered extreme of Israeli politics, now runs the asylum. They’re keeping an enemy’s list just like Nixon did, but they have far more power to ruin people’s careers, livelihoods,and lives than Nixon did.

Hanukah in Zionist nationalist terms has always been a militant holiday for which I’ve had little use. I prefer to see it as a traditional winter festival coming in the deepest throes of cold and darkness. It serves to remind us that there is hope and light even then. That spring will return. That the tyrants of cold seasons and societies

  • will eventually fall. Think Arab Spring, which was preceded by the long winter of Arab dictators.

    I’m sorry I can’t offer you as much hope for Israel right now. Though the J14 movement did shower Israel with a sense that social justice still resonated in a nation decimated by corruption, power elites, and cries for blood and war; old habits and loyalties die a long, slow death. Israel’s leaders seem to be willing to walk the plank on behalf of their delusions. Their constituents seem willing to watch as they, and the nation does it with them.

    But Jimmy Cliff sang: “The harder they come, the harder they fall.”. The nationalist Israeli far right and their settler power base will eventually fall. It will be a hard fall. One that will be immensely painful for many Israelis. The longer this political mafia stays in power the harder the fall will be.

    But I’m a believer in the power and truth of Jewish spiritual values, and they tell me to believe in light amidst darkness. No matter how deep the darkness and how freezing the cold.

    On a separate note, fourteen members of the UN Security Council unanimously condemned Israeli obstructionism as the primary obstacle to a viable peace process. They also condemned the U.S. as Israel’s major enabler (though not specifically by name).

    This is a new development. I can’t remember a near unanimous Security Council denunciation of a fellow member. It will mean little to Israel. But Obama makes a pretense of sharing liberal values and may be at least moderately embarrassed by this.

    My prognosis for the period up until the presidential election is bleak. Obama plans no new initiative nor will he invest any serious energy in the issue. The only thing that may change that either before or after the election is a major disaster like a war, an outcome that is entirely possible. This too was the only way to get Bill Clinton off his duff (cf. Rwanda and Serbia). The difference between the two is that once he was committed, Clinton actually delivered. When Obama commits to something there’s no guarantee he can deliver. But let’s be hopeful, shall we? What is the alternative? If we try to keep his feet to the fire and things get bad enough, he may surprise us.

    Somebody Tell Jeffrey Goldberg That Orrin Hatch Doesn’t Do Hip-Hop

    Wednesday, December 9th, 2009


    UPDATE: Jeffrey Goldberg would like all my readers to know that he knows hip-hop from borsht and is indeed a child of the Hood (in Hebrew that would be ben-Hood). I withdraw this particular claim in my article. But his taste in music still leaves much to be desired.

    Ugh, why do they give me such good material?  No sooner does a settler leader claim that Jews aren’t popsicles then Jeffrey Goldberg cajoles a Mormon U.S. senator to write a dreadful Hanukah song, which Goldberg promptly (and erroneously) labels “hip hop.”

    You’ve really got to see this video to believe it.  In it, Hatch, who wrote the lyrics (but clearly not the music which was written by a liberal Jewish composer specializing in Christian music–I kid you not), clearly seems uncomfortable with the music written for his song.  Unless it’s just his goyische Mormon woodenness exhibiting itself.

    There’s far too much irony to go around here. First, Goldberg, who ignorantly claims that all Hanukah music is dreck, challenges Hatch to write a Hanukah song which turns out to be just that. Second, Goldberg calls a pure pop song “hip hop.” Perhaps someone should tell him that nice Jewish boys who’ve never gotten closer to the Hood than driving down the West Side Highway shouldn’t pretend to know anything about such things. Third, the song is performed by a bleached blond Syrian-American from Indiana.

    I also take strong issue with the N.Y. Times reporter who calls this song “catchy,” unless you’re talking about it in the same terms as catching a case of H1N1. It also grieves me endlessly to learn that while this is Hatch’s first Jewish song “it won’t be his last.”

    “Anything I can do for the Jewish people, I will do,” Mr. Hatch said…

    I think you’ve done quite enough, senator. Now, can you just leave us alone to celebrate our holiday without the help of philo-Semites like yourself? Perhaps Jewish philanthropy, known for its fundraising prowess can raise a substantial sum and give it to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on condition that Hatch never set foot in the realm of Jewish music again.

    Mr. Hatch keeps a Torah in his Senate office.

    “Not a real Torah, but sort of a mock Torah,” he said. “I feel sorry I’m not Jewish sometimes.”

    Look, if we make you an honorary Jew do you think you could go away and adopt some other religion as your mascot??

    He said his ultimate goal would be for his idol, Ms. Streisand, to perform one of his songs. “It would be good for her and good for me,” Mr. Hatch said…

    Barbara, if you’re reading this, take the phone off the hook, screen your calls and mail and stay away from Congressional Christmas-Hanukah parties. Otherwise, you might be blackmailed into singing this piece of dreck at your next Kennedy Center concert.

    This passage really gave me the willies:

    In short, he loves the Jews. And based on an early sampling of listeners, the feeling could be mutual.

    “Mutual?” Says who?

    The online Jewish culture-news portal which Dan Sieradski so aptly calls “The Tabloid” is the beneficiary of this super shlock and its editor is kvelling (unjustifiably in my opinion):

    “Watching Orrin Hatch in the studio, I said to myself that nothing this great will ever happen to me again,” said Alana Newhouse, the editor-in-chief of Tablet.

    Well, I guess if you’re a Jewish Mormon-lover who admires old, white, right-wing U.S. senators who write corny, white-bread lyrics…

    The reporter, Mark Leibovich, does the word “mensch” a deep disservice by calling Goldberg a “well-known mensch about town.” He’s no mensch in my book. And I don’t believe in using that term in a corny, sentimental way as Leibovich has done. It should only be used as a term of deep respect, one which Goldberg in no way deserves, at least not based on his published record.

    Settlers Bemoan Naalin Tear Gas

    Monday, October 19th, 2009
    Osnat Gilad enjoying her garden between bouts of inconvenient IDF tear gas (Emil Salman)

    Osnat Gilad enjoying her garden between bouts of inconvenient IDF tear gas (Emil Salman)

    Thanks to Amir Terkel for pointing out one of the most egregious examples of settler chutzpah for many a moon. The settlement of Hashmonaim (“Hasmoneans” or Maccabees, in English) sits hard by Naalin, a Palestinian village, much of whose agricultural land has been stolen by the Separation Wall. Each Friday, there are protests joined by villagers, international peace activists, and Israelis, against the Wall. In a form of ritual kabuki, the IDF rains down tear gas canisters on the demonstrators, often wounding or even killing them.

    Haaretz is reporting that the settlers of Hashmonaim are complaining of the terrible inconvenience of being shut inside their homes for hours at a time on Fridays due to the wafting gas:

    The weekly protest brings tears to the eyes of the settlers who dwell a few hundred meters from the village.  But the tears are not tears of identification with Naalin’s protest against the Separation Wall.  They are tears caused by clouds of tear gas.

    …”This was a quiet place, a nice place to live,” said Osnat Gilad…”but since the trouble started everything changed.”

    She says that “on Fridays, midday, it is impossible to go outside, you just cannot breathe.” She lives at the edge of the community, very close to the fence.

    “If you want to go out and enjoy the garden on Friday afternoon, it is simply impossible because of the strong smell outside,” she said. “At first, when the demonstrations began and the army began using the foul smelling stuff, we were sure that the neighbor is using fertilizer for the lawn, but we understood later that it came from the direction of the fence. Our relations with the residents of Na’alin are very good and we’ve hired them to work here for years, and suddenly we found ourselves living on the border.”

    …”Last week, the son of the neighbors came over in panic and said that his eyes were burning,” said Tamar Roth, whose home is also close to the fence. “I washed his face with lots of water and tried to calm him down but it is not an easy thing.”

    “There are stink bombs and the smell is just sickening, and we are closed in the house and dare not go outside because it takes several hours for the smell to pass, and during Sukkot we were afraid we would not be able to sit in the sukkah because of the frightful smell,” Roth said.

    To think that these settlers thought they were coming to live in a serene idyllic place and the truth of the Occupation has hit them smack in the face.  I think the “suddenly we found ourselves living on the border,” is what did it for me.  Where did she think she was living?  In Tel Aviv?  Wake up, lady.  You’re in the thick of it.  If you don’t want to smell like shit on Erev Shabbat complain to the IDF.  They’ll certainly take your complaints much more seriously than those of the villagers of Naalin.  Maybe Ms. Gilad and her community can share some of their gas masks with their good friends in Naalin in a show of inter-ethnic solidarity.

    Hanukah: Holiday of Spiritual Renewal or Jewish Nationalism?

    Thursday, December 25th, 2008

    I wrote this Hanukah meditation way back in “my [blogging] back pages” of 2003, only a few months after I began this blog. Fortunately or unfortunately, the issues still are fresh and worth considering:

    During Hanukah, Jews around the world place menorahs with lit candles in their front windows for all the world to see.

    I’ve always felt ambivalent about Hanukah. American Jews seem to have elevated Hanukah far out of all proportion considering its role as a minor holiday in the traditional Jewish calendar. I’ve always thought this was because Jews felt left out of the Christmas holiday. Hanukah became a sort of consolation prize.

    On the other hand, Hanukah is a warm and lovely holiday. Lighting candles and watching them burn brightly in the dark while the cold winter rages outside, always struck me as a brave and beautiful ritual. Eating hot, sizzling potato latkes, spinning the dreidel and sharing of Hanukah gelt (“money”) is also great fun, especially for children.

    Last night, I heard an especially convincing rabbinic drash given by Rabbi Ted Falcon, which put Hanukah into even sharper perspective for me. The holiday’s history goes something like this: after Alexander the Great died, his kingdom was divided. The Greek Selucids took over the region of ancient Israel. Unlike Alexander, they did not believe in allowing subject peoples to practice their ethnic and religious heritage. The Holy Temple was defiled and Jewish practice was suppressed.

    The Jewish priestly class, led by Matathias and his family, began what turned out to be a highly successful guerilla war against the Selucids and their tyrannical king, Antiochus. But the Maccabean warriors killed not only Greeks, they also killed Jews who they viewed as collaborators (or “Hellenizers”) with the enemy. It was a long, bloody conflict.

    The irony of history is that these Jewish warriors founded the Hasmonean dynasty, which in time did all the evil, rotten things that they accused the Hellenizers of doing. The eventual corruption and decadence of the Hasmoneans later led to Israel’s fall into the hands of the Romans.

    The Talmudic rabbis, for one, felt even more uncomfortable about Hanukah than I do. When they met in Yavneh around 80 CE (that’s AD to the rest of you) to codify the books of the Bible, there were NO votes to include the Books of the Maccabees (the books which tell the Hanukah story). They are now included in the Apocrypha. Not only did the rabbis feel extraordinarily uncomfortable with the gore and mayhem in these works; but the development of the rabbinate itself was an act of rebellion against a later generation of corrupt Hasmonean rulers. Rabbis were a learned class who earned their positions not through heredity (as the Hasmoneans did) or privilege, but through learning and a type of democratic meritocracy.

    The rabbis tried to turn the Hanukah holiday inside out in terms of expressing its meaning to the Jewish people: instead of a holiday marking bloodthirsty deeds of nationalist fury, the rabbis created the mythical miracle of the Holy Temple’s perpetually-burning lamp which only had a single day’s worth of oil remaining; but which somehow managed to burn for eight days until new oil could be found. Thus, Hanukah became a purely spiritual holiday focusing on the lights instead of Maccabean glory.

    Israel appropriates historic symbols: Hasmonean menorah replica outside Knesset

    Israel appropriates historic symbols: Hasmonean menorah replica outside Knesset

    After the founding of the State of Israel, when Zionism came to dominate world Jewry, Zionists turned Hanukah back into a holiday which highlighted the Maccabean struggle against tyranny and oppression. Hanukah for them became the prototype of Jewish nationalist struggle against those who would destroy our people. They were, of course, thinking of the Hitler (as Antiochus the tyrant), the Holocaust and the creation of Israel as the modern successors to the Hanukah holiday.

    While this Hanukah mythmaking might have been helpful to those who survived a Nazi Holocaust and gave them great consolation, it leaves some Jews today uncomfortable with an Israel which is no longer merely a champion of Jewish liberty; but rather an oppressor of Palestinian rights and all in the name of Jewish nationalism. Some of us do not believe that Jewish nationalism, in and of itself, must deny Palestinian nationalism in order for the State of Israel to thrive.

    Israel’s most ardent supporters say the only solution to the conflict is force (e.g. “those Arabs only understand force” or “You peaceniks don’t understand that there’s no one on the other side who wants to make peace with you”). At moments like this it is instructive to remember God’s clarion call in Isaiah: “Not by might, not by power; but by my spirit says the Lord of Hosts.” The original Hebrew states this much more sonorously: לא בכוח ולא בחיל כי אם ברוחי אמר יי צבאות . Note the three words (choach ‘power’ or ‘might’, chayil ‘valor’ or ‘power’ and ruchi ‘my spirit’ or ‘my breath’) in rapid succession each sharing the strong “ch” sound. This is not the harsh ‘ch’ sound of western languages (especially German). Rather, it is the fluid, propulsive sound of the Middle Eastern ‘ch’ which (unlike in western languages) requires the speaker to exhale a breath as he/she forms the sound. The final word, ruchi is the climactic word in the passage and as such it trumps the earlier words choach and chayil as if to say that spirit trumps power in Jewish tradition. That breath of air in pronouncing the final ruchi reinforces in sound the deeper meaning of the quotation.

    So for the rest of the nights of Hanukah, let us think of lights burning brightly against the winter cold. Let us remember in this coldest and darkest time of year, that the candles of Hanukah give us hope for brightness and warmth and the return of life in the coming Spring. Let us hope for a time when Jewish nationalism will co-exist with Palestinian nationalism and Jews and Arabs can live together in peace in the Middle East.

    Children’s Books of Hanukah

    Thursday, December 6th, 2007


    I’d like to wish my readers a happy Hanukah, eight days full of light, hope and joy. May your latkes be crisp and thin as paper (that’s what I’m aiming for when I make mine anyway).

    There is so much crap out there on the shelves of stores during this holiday season. So I thought it might be helpful to point people to some really lovely Hanukkah-related children’s books. At a new toy store that opened in our neighborhood with the impossibly precious name of Precocious (does that tell you about its intended clientèle), I found a lovely pop-up book called Hanukkah: a Three-Dimensional Celebration (where does that double ‘k’ come from I’ve always wondered). The paintings are vivid and bold and the pop ups, especially the one featuring Maccabees fighting Syrians riding on chariots, dramatic.

    A few years ago my brother bought our son a touching book called The Gift, about a German Jewish girl who takes the five mark gold piece her father gave her for Hanukah and goes into town seeking a place to spend it. After shuffling through all the various downtown shopping choices she has, she finally comes upon a Wermacht veteran of the Battle of Stalingrad working the streets as an itinerant musician who plays the button accordion. In return for giving him her coin, he teaches her to play a mean accordion and they entertain people of the town during a snowstorm with a joint performance.

    What is remarkable about this book is that the word Hanukah only appears in it once. There are no references to any Jewish rituals. Yet the book seems imbued with the principles of compassion that are at the root of Jewish tradition. Also, author Aliana Brodmann notes in her Endnote:

    I have always derived inspiration and a great deal of hope from stories about people from ‘different sides’ coming together. The discovery of ‘common ground’ among people departing from ‘opposite sides’ has been a predominant theme in my own writings. The Gift is based on a recollection from my childhood in Germany in the 1950s, when two individuals from different backgrounds meet during the giving season. In my experience, the other person was a World War II veteran back from the Battle of Stalingrad of which there were many in those days. He earned his living as street musician. I remember understanding that Stalingrad in Russia was in the same geographic area as Poland, where my grandparents had been killed. Somehow I thought both of our lives, his and mine, had to have been so terribly impaired by the same evil. Mostly, however, this story is about music and the magic that happens when people come together to share each other’s gifts.

    I don’t think I could think of a better way of approaching the Israeli-Palestinian divide either.

    I’d like to do a little rant on our local Seattle toy stores Izilla and Precocious which seem ill-prepared to help their customers celebrate Hanukah. Izilla’s owner, who grew up celebrating Hanukah (I assume he is Jewish though he didn’t say so) simply forgot to order anything for Hanukah this year since he was busy opening the new book section of his store. His excuse was “Hanukah came so early this year.” I like Izilla very much and we shop there for most of our toys. But this an entirely lame explanation. A major portion of your clientèle celebrates this holiday and you simply forget about their needs? Not good.

    As for Precocious, which just opened near our home–when I pointed out to the salesperson the almost total lack of Hanukah-related presents in the store I was told: “We’re not doing anything special to mark either holiday this year. We’re just focusing on the toys we sell all year round.” I’m mystified by this explanation. People spend hundreds, if not thousands of dollars on holiday gifts and you can’t be bothered to feature some dreidels, menorahs and Hanukah books and CDs? I just don’t understand what these two shop owners were thinking.

    Hanukah: Festival of Light or Nationalist Triumph?

    Friday, December 19th, 2003

    Hanukah menorah
    Tomorrow night begins the first night of Hanukah, when Jews around the world will place menorahs with lit candles in their front windows for all the world to see.

    I’ve always felt ambivalent about Hanukah. American Jews seem to have elevated Hanukah far out of all proportion considering its role as a minor holiday in the traditional Jewish calendar. I’ve always thought this was because Jews felt left out of the Christmas holiday. They used Hanukah as a sort of consolation prize.

    Dreidel
    On the other hand, Hanukah is a graceful and lovely holiday. Lighting candles and watching them burn brightly in the dark while the cold winter rages outside always struck me as a brave and beautiful ritual. The eating of hot, sizzling potato latkes, the spinning of the dreidel and the sharing of golden Hanukah gelt (chocolate money) is also great fun, especially for children.

    Last night, I heard an especially convincing rabbinic drash given by Rabbi Ted Falcon, which put Hanukah into even deeper perspective for me. The holiday’s history goes something like this: after Alexander the Great died, his kingdom was divided. The Greek Selucids took over the region of ancient Israel. Unlike Alexander, they did not believe in allowing subject peoples to practice their ethnic and religious heritage. The Holy Temple was defiled and Jewish practice was suppressed.

    The Jewish priestly class, led by Matathias and his family, began what turned out to be a highly successful guerilla war against the Selucids and their tyrannical king, Antiochus. But the Maccabean warriors killed not only Greeks, they also killed Jews who they viewed as collaborators (or “Hellenizers”) with the enemy. It was a long, bloody conflict.

    The irony of history is that these Jewish warriors founded the Hasmonean dynasty, which in time did all the evil, rotten things that they accused the Hellenizers of doing. The corruption and decadence of the Hasmoneans later led to Israel’s fall into the hands of the Romans.

    The Talmudic rabbis, for one, felt even more uncomfortable about Hanukah than I do. When they met in Yavneh around 80 CE (that’s AD to the rest of you) to codify the books of the Bible, there were NO votes to include the Books of the Maccabees (the books which tell the Hanukah story). They are now included in the Apocrypha. Not only did the rabbis feel extraordinarily uncomfortable with the gore and mayhem described in these works; but the development of the rabbinate itself was an act of rebellion against the corrupt Hasmonean rulers. Rabbis were a learned class who earned their positions not through heredity or privilege, but through learning and a type of democratic elective choice.

    The rabbis tried to turn the Hanukah holiday inside out in terms of expressing its meaning to the Jewish people: instead of a holiday marking bloodthirsty deeds of nationalist fury, the rabbis created the mythical miracle of the Holy Temple’s perpetually-burning lamp which only had a single day’s worth of oil remaining; but which somehow managed to burn for eight days until new oil could be found. Thus, Hanukah became a purely spiritual holiday focusing on the lights instead of Maccabean glory.

    After the founding of the State of Israel, when Zionism came to dominate the thinking of world Jewry, Zionists turned Hanukah back into a holiday which highlighted the Maccabean struggle against tyranny and oppression. Hanukah for them became the prototype of Jewish nationalist struggle against those who would destroy our people. They were, of course, thinking of the Hitler (as Antiochus the tyrant), the Holocaust and the creation of Israel as the modern successors to the Hanukah holiday.

    While this Hanukah mythmaking might have been helpful to those who survived a Nazi Holocaust and given them great consolation, it leaves some Jews today uncomfortable with an Israel which is no longer merely a champion of Jewish liberty; but rather an oppressor of Palestinian rights and all in the name of Jewish nationalism. Some of us do not believe that Jewish nationalism in and of itself must deny Palestinian nationalism in order for the State of Israel to survive and thrive.

    I’ve often heard people say the only solution to the conflict is force (e.g. “those Arabs only understand force” or “You peaceniks don’t understand that there’s no one on the other side who wants to make peace with you”). At moments like this it is instructive to remember God’s clarion call in Isaiah: “Not by might, not by power; but by my spirit says the Lord of Hosts.” The original Hebrew states this much more sonorously: לא בכוח ולא בחיל כי אם ברוחי אמר יי צבאות . Note the three words (choach ‘power’ or ‘might’, chayil ‘valor’ or ‘power’ and ruchi ‘my spirit’ or ‘my breath’) in rapid succession with the “ch” sound. This is not the harsh ‘ch’ sound of western languages (especially German). Rather, it is the fluid, propulsive sound of the Middle Eastern ‘ch’ which (unlike in western languages) requires the speaker to exhale a breath as he/she forms the sound. The final word, ruchi is the climactic word in the passage and as such it trumps the earlier words “choach” and “chayil” as if to say that spirit trumps power in Jewish tradition. That breath of air in pronouncing the final ruchi reinforces in sound the deeper meaning of the quotation.

    So tomorrow night, let us think of lights burning brightly against the winter cold. Let us remember in this coldest and darkest time of year, that the candles of Hanukah give us hope for brightness and warmth and the return of life in the coming Spring.

    For another interesting take on the holiday, I recommend Head Heeb’s Ocho Kandelikas. Jonathan is running one of the more interesting blogs around that encompasses (like mine) a Jewish sensibility.

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