Reading, Writing, Running: A Personal Challenge

From my blog:

With only a little over two months left in my second round of adventures in Jerusalem, I’ve been disappointed in myself for not keeping up my reading and writing habits as a part of my day to day life. I have been clinging to the romantic notion that living in the Holy Land would inspire my creative side, and that perhaps my study of Torah and my so-called yeshivish lifestyle would instill the discipline necessary to keep up good habits, like reading and writing every day. But alas; bad habits are so much easier to keep up than good ones, and though the environment that surrounds me inspires all kinds of meaningful emotions, thoughts and impulses, it would appear that I still have to get off of my ass once in a while and take the initiative to be productive in my literary practices…or rather, to sit on my ass, but with a pen and paper in hand, a laptop with an open Word document in front of me, and a new book sitting at my side, waiting for me to turn the next page.

Where have I gone wrong? It’s not as though I don’t love writing and reading, so why have I not been doing it all the damn time? I’ve been battling the same aversion to good habits when it comes to running. I used to be a runner you see, just on my own time and for my own pleasure, and after doing it several times a week for a month or so, it started to feel really Continue reading

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Women and Men at the Wall

Hello Pardesians!

I went to Women at the Wall this week, and I have to write about it! It was an incredible experience in so many ways!

I had gone to Women at the Wall once before, but I think this was the biggest turnout yet! Also, what gave it a different flavour was a group of 70 Haredi men who launched a counter protest from the men’s side. Every time that the women began to daven, the men would do everything possible to drown out the sound of the women’s voices, including playing the shofar! At that moment, when the shofar was used to drown out the sound of the Shema that was coming from the women’s side, all I could feel was anger and shame! This is a symbol that is used as a call to prayer, and here it was being used to mask prayer. I was glad that I could be there.

Have a wonderful, safe, and joyous Pesach everyone!

Love,
Stuart.

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Losing My Religion

(X-posted from my blog Lost in Jerusalem: http://lostjlem.blogspot.com/)

Two weeks have passed since I said goodbye to Jerusalem and hello to an old familiar foe, Medford, Oregon. The job hunt continues, and the sudden realization of how far away the nearest shul is, a mere ten miles, seems as though it might as well be a thousand miles, considering my lack of mobility. The only kosher meat I can find here are the Hebrew National Franks in the supermarket, and believe me, I know from experience that those get old really quickly. Israel is practically another planet, and I feel like an alien that has been away to see what’s on the other side of the galaxy, and has forgotten what the home world is like. The air is different. The sun doesn’t even shine the same way here. And then, of course, I’ve always felt a bit out of place here. The memories of those feelings are still with me, and every time I walk down a familiar path from my past, those memories rise up to the surface of my psyche and overwhelm me.

But I’m not a teenager anymore and I’ve changed considerably in the eight years it has been since I’ve lived here. There is some comfort in this realization, but Continue reading

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The Burden of Submission

A great Rabbi once spoke of his relationship with the Jewish people and its Law. Of the People he spoke of love, but of Law he spoke of submission. This I found to be gravely unappetizing. For to speak of submission is to speak of burden, not of loving embrace. To recognize Jewish Law as binding and all encompassing is a challenge that knows no limits, and whose rewards know no bounds, but I am speaking here of one who recognizes the import of the law and still looks on in disgust. For one who is overwhelmed by the Law I would graciously extend a helping hand to walk that person along the same path I struggle with. But for the person who rejects or scoffs at the Law because they fear its potential to diminish or reject their way of live I can not abide. I do not speak of one who steals wantonly, who commits shameless acts of sex, even consensual, outside of the bonds of any recognized union (See, I am still pretty liberal…sort of) or takes recreational drugs which, though perhaps for no good reason, are illegal. No, this person I will not argue with, though I will always help, for this person is making simple immoral judgements and it is not in my power to show them the value of being a good person in the most basic respects. One who sees a life without consequences or regrets is a shameful person, fun they may have, but their value until they choose to change is of none to me. Rather I speak of the person who sees Kashrut, Shabbat and many other subtle acts of Halacha to be interruptions to an otherwise pleasant lifestyle. Ignorance can not be an excuse for ever. Judaism has always and, God willing, will always change. Perhaps the Enlightenment came on too quickly and we had not time to adapt, but the generation of the Destruction of the Temple did fine with rather harsher conditions. There is no excuse for one who is Jewish to reject the law wholesale once they have exhausted the various possibilities of practice (Which I also fully recognize) But those possibilities exist within the text, and having no other reason than discomfort does not exempt one from any single halacha. The Rabbis have, and continue, to create a system by which we can live fulfilling lives, but no one seems to care much for that system anymore. They seek other systems not dependent on Law, or perhaps even God. If you pray to “J”, “P” and “E” I’m sorry to say, but that is pure death worthy idolatry. The system is alive, but just like an unpleasant untrained pet that you would rather leave alone, if you do not feed it, spend time with, recognize its limitations and its nature then it will starve and it will die. So too, by ignoring a halachic life we are starving our tradition, and it is dying. If we submit to the pet, that we must give it the bare minimum to survive, or to let it roam free without concern then it will either become malnourished or so wild we can no longer call it a pet. We must embrace the animal we have been given, as unwieldy and absurd as it can seem. For when we recognize the system is there to hold us up and not tear us down we can truly live by it rather than suffer by it.

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תזריע, tazria

this week’s parsha, parshat תזריע, focuses on the nitty gritty details of how the cohen diagnoses someone as unclean, either as result of some scaly infection, inflammation, or good ol’ leprosy.  after analyzing the tell-tale signs on the skin, more than not, the confirmed or even suspected leprous person is sent out of the camp for seven days to clear up.  on the seventh day, he is subjected to another examination at which point he’s either pronounced free and clear or still held suspect, requiring another seven days of isolation.

as if it wasn’t bad enough to be covered in scaly eruptions, red streaks blazing across abnormally white patches of skin, the priest slaps on the צרוע (leprous person) the label of unclean.  you are scaly, flaky, discolored, mottled, inflammated, and also, unclean.  the Torah instructs that the צרוע himself must then warn others to distance themselves from him, crying out, “טמא טמא, unclean, unclean!” (vayikra 13: 45).   i can only imagine the shame and humiliation of this poor person having to cry out on behalf of oneself “stay away, stay away.”

collapsing inward,
shame imprinted on my skin,
separate from me.

here, in the silence,
i’m no longer the leper.
i blend in just fine.

may none of us feel the part of the leper,

avi

ps. check out this beautiful song by girls in trouble:snow/scorpions and spiders

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Disabilities Civil Rights Movement

Below is the text of my Take 5, which will hopefully get posted soon in VIDEO format.
I’m happy to continue this conversation with anyone who would like to.


I want to talk about my own experience of disability and, in a broader sense, about the disability rights movement (which I think is a really under-recognized civil rights movement).

I guess the first thing I want to say is that I’ve struggled a lot with how to present this subject and how to talk about it, because I want this to be a personal talk about myself and my experiences, but I don’t want it to be only about me — I want to talk about broader issues in society and maybe help you think a bit differently about disability than you might have in the past.

That said, I guess I’ll start by telling you about me. If you’re curious about the medical details, I have a rare neuromuscular disorder; I was born with it, and it has affected me in pretty much the same way my whole life, with the exception that in my teens I developed some breathing issues I hadn’t had before and, as a result, a lot more fatigue.

But before I get to that, I want to touch on what it was like for me growing up. I grew up with a pretty obvious disability in a family where we never talked about disability. When I think back on it, I’m not sur e why my parents approached (or, rather, failed to approach) the subject in the way that they did, but I think that they were uncomfortable dealing with it — in the way that disability makes most people uncomfortable — and so they figured that since I seemed to be managing well enough, they could shove it under the carpet. The result, unfortunately, was that I internalized their discomfort with the subject, and of course, since I lived in a society that gave me lots of negative images about disability that I didn’t have any way to counter, I became deeply ashamed of myself. My highest goal in life was to appear “normal” (and I imagined that was possible, even though it clearly wasn’t) — for instance, in high school, I absolutely refused to use the school’s elevator, and instead I struggled on a daily basis with four flights of stairs.

Things changed for me towards the end of high school, when, long story short, I had a major health crisis (some of which had to do with my disability, and some of which was the result of incompetent medical care). It turned into a three-year-long ordeal during which I constantly felt sick and exhausted and couldn’t do much except lie in bed. Because of all this, I had to take a year off before going to college.

That was by far the most difficult, excruciating year of my life. I was completely isolated, physically miserable, unable to get doctors to listen to me or take me seriously, and had no way of knowing if I would get “better” and be able to go to college, or if I would feel the way I w as feeling for the rest of my life. Long story short, I eventually diagnosed myself after doing a lot of internet research, found a rogue doctor who would prescribe the treatment I wanted, and slowly but surely improved (though some long-term physical effects from that period remain, and I still have a lot more fatigue now than I did when I was younger). I managed to go off to college and, as you can all see, I’m now managing (somehow) to live in a foreign country.

But really, the most important thing that happened to me during that year was that I was finally forced to look disability in the face and reconceive the way I thought about it — and this is perhaps the most important part of my story, because it’s where my personal experience ties in with the points I wan t to make about the larger disability experience.

  • During that year at home, I didn’t have much to do, and I so I spent a lot of time online, and eventually I came across the online disability rights community, where I was introduced to what’s called the “social model” of disability.
  • The social model posits that disability isn’t (or isn’t only) some kind of inherent deficiency within a person, but rather, it’s created by the interaction between a person and the society that fails to properly accommodate them.
  • The social model sees disability not as an aberration from what is “normal,” but as part of the diversity of human experience.
  • The social model understands that many of the common responses to disability — pity, “there but for the grace of god go I,” the impulse to give charity (which is often connected to pity), the stereotype of the “inspirational cripple” who is lauded for miraculously “overcoming” his or her “challenge s” — are really ways in which people distance themselves from disability, and imagine people with disabilities as somehow alien to them, somehow separate and different, as opposed to full-fledged and complex members of the human community.
  • The social model also understands that these responses to disability are ways that non-disabled people avoid dealing with their own discomfort, their own fears, and their complicity in society’s oppressive treatment of the disabled.

When I encountered the social model of disability, it was like a personal liberation — like throwing off chains. I had been struggling for so long with health problems, and while I still, of course, wanted to improve my health situation, I finally realized that whatever happened to me healthwise, I was “okay.” I wasn’t doomed to some kind of miserable shadow of a life because I could no longer pretend I was able-bodied. I didn’t need to be so ashamed of myself, I could look into what assistive devices might help me without feeling like I had to prove that I could manage without them, and I could confront other people’s negative conceptions of disability head-on.

Now, of course, so-called “internalized oppression” isn’t an easy thing to shake off, and I haven’t gotten there completely, though I’ve come a long way since I was 15 or 16. If there’s one thing I want you to take away from my story, it’ s to challenge yourself to think differently about disability and human norms. If you come away from this talk feeling warm and fuzzy, if you come away thinking “oh how inspiring that Jessica has overcome so many challenges in her life!”, then I’ve done something wrong. If I had more time to speak to you today, I’d tell you more details of the disability rights struggle in the US and around the world, how people with disabilities have their lives limited every day by negative attitudes and societal oppression, and how those attitudes and that oppression all too often actually kill people. I want you to be uncomfortable. I want you to be uncomfortable in a way that spurs critical analysis and re-examination, so that you will think about how you may be unconsciously complicit in the problem, and how you can participate in the social change that needs to happen. And I say this all to you in particular because this is one of the strongest, most supportive communities I’ve ever been a part of, and I have tremendous faith in all of you, and I have faith that you can and you will actively participate in the change that needs to be made.

Thank you.

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Psalmist and Prophet

The Psalmist is in love, with G-d, with his earthly lover, with being fully Alive.* The Prophet is intimately connected with the Divine Plan and with his community, he / she is deeply pained by our distance, fear, shame, inadequacy, and disconnect from our souls and the Divine Spirit. So he engages, she calls us out – where are you? wake up? take your rightful place as the children of G-d, as a nation of priests, or even higher (as Moses suggested), why not a nation of prophets?

So each person has and can access these two archetypes, the lover/psalmist, and the leader/ethicist/social-activist/Prophet. It’s a high calling and a scary challenge. We are asked to allow ourselves to fully fall and be in-love with the life we breathe, to just as fully feel its pain, and with a zealous chutzpa stand up for what we know in our hearts to be good and true. We’re asked to be honest about our potential and inadequacy, about our shame and our hope, and act. May we all take baby steps and leaps in this directions, each day.

*Inspired by Heschel’s “Moral Grandeur and Spiritual Audacity”

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Parshat Vayeishev

My post at Uri L’Tzedek below:

In Parshat Vayeishev, after Yosef is captured by his brothers and sold into slavery, the Torah digresses to the esoteric story of Tamar and Judah. After the death of Tamar’s husband Er, Judah’s firstborn, she marries Er’s younger brother Oran. When Onan also dies, Judah instructs Tamar to wait in his house before her future levirate marriage to his third son Shelah. Time passes, and upon realizing that Judah will perhaps never permit her to marry Shelah, Tamar takes matters into her own hands. Disguising herself as a harlot, she seduces Judah, and he impregnates her. When Judah learns that his widowed daughter in law, Tamar, is pregnant, he complies with public accusation of Tamar as an adulteress. As Tamar is taken out of her home to be burned, she does not declare her innocence by directly confronting Judah.

It is bewildering that Tamar abstains from announcing her innocence, especially for the sake of her life and unborn child. Rashi interprets her silence as attesting to her piety. Citing Sotah, Rashi reminds us that a person should go to extreme lengths to avoid embarrassing another. In this light, perhaps Tamar chose to sacrifice her dignity to avoid embarrassing Judah publicly. However, I propose that Tamar keeps her secret because she feels frightened that if she tells the truth- a daring move- maybe nobody would believe her. Tamar wisely realizes that pointing out the truth to Judah directly could cause him to deny everything, perhaps out of shame. And without his corroborated testimony, she would be unable to prove her innocence. Afraid of this result, Tamar felt powerless to act.

Modern day juxtaposition to Tamar’s dilemma is our own reluctance to mobilize awareness of injustice in our communities and in Israel, because we feel concerned that doing so might negatively impact public perception of Jews. There are numerous reported instances of Jewish business owners not adhering to ethical labor practices. In Israel, furthermore, there is the egregious reality of human trafficking. These affronts to human dignity stand diametrically opposed to the fundamental ethical principles of Judaism. It can feel difficult to advocate publicly for these victims and demand change in the status quo, because these incidents are not only embarrassing, but also represent a breach of trust in our commitment to live holy lives. This fear for our reputation, but more so, the sense that we feel powerless to create adequate reform, sometimes perpetuates these immoral activities and hinders change.

Ultimately, Tamar does not allow fear to curtail her demand for justice. She arranges to have the objects that Judah gave her when she was disguised as a harlot delivered to him. Upon recognizing them, Judah proclaims צדקה ממני ‘she is right, it is from me’, disclosing his feelings of responsibility for her pregnancy. Ramban and Rashbam, however, read these words differently, as ‘she is more righteous than I’. Based on this reading of the text, Tamar ascends to a higher level of righteousness after she reveals the truth. Like Tamar, when we encounter injustice, let us not feel paralyzed by the fear of disclosing these crimes, but instead have the conviction to expose them in order to pursue true justice.

Learn more about how you can advocate for the abolishment of human trafficking in Israel by visiting ATZUM’s Task Force Against Human Trafficking webpage at http://tfht.org/

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