Waiting for Biden’s Compassion by Peter Eisenstadt and Ayala Emmett

Watching the suffering in Israel, the West Bank and Gaza, we are waiting for President Biden, the one who on the evening before his inauguration spoke of suffering and healing. We are waiting for that leader who consoled a grieving nation in a remembrance ceremony honoring those who died of the Covid-19. We are waiting for the man who gave a clear message that night, “to heal, we must remember. It’s hard, sometimes, to remember. But that is how we heal.”

An exhausted people after four years of Trump, we were so moved when Joe Biden demonstrated the significance of compassion as a fundamental must for a leader. We have appreciated every time President Biden told someone in pain that he understood suffering and the difficult journey that humans take to get through tragedies. A mensch we called him. read more

Because We Care by Ayala Emmett and Peter Eisenstadt

We as Jews must not stand idly by when a grave injustice is done in a country and a city we love. We believe that Jews have a right to a state and so do Palestinians. We stand with Israeli organizations like Ir Amim that “envisions a city that ensures the dignity and welfare of all its residents and safeguards their holy places, historical and cultural heritages – today, as well as in the future. Ir Amim aspires to a sustainable political future for Jerusalem as the shared capital of two sovereign states – achievable only through a negotiated Israeli-Palestinian peace process.” read more

Is She Safe in School Today by Ayala Emmett

US Marshals with Ruby Bridges on School Steps

I saw the story of Timmia Williams on Wednesday, four days after I got the Sunday paper. During the week I read several newspapers on line. Sunday is different, I get the paper delivered to my front door bundled up and protected from snow or rain. In my hands I hold printed news of the nation and the world. I look forward to a leisurely breakfast, an extra cup of coffee and read my favorite sections. I start with the week in review, I love the letters to the ethicist that despite four year of big lies, people are still searching for moral clarity; I read about modern love, and work my way back to the first section of the New York Times. It takes me a couple of days to read the entire paper. read more

Behind the Israeli Blockade: Reflections on a Medical Delegation to Gaza by Thomas H. Foster

Our medical delegation and staff at the Wi’am Palestinian Conflict Transformation Center in Bethlehem.

In early March 2020, I was privileged to join a ten-person medical delegation to Gaza organized by the Washington state chapter of Physicians for Social Responsibility. Several among our group have long histories and deep personal ties with Gaza, which has been subjected to a harsh Israeli blockade for fourteen years. The staff of our host organization, the Gaza Community Mental Health Programme, worked tirelessly to tailor our daily schedules to our specialties and interests. We were provided with personal interpreters and transportation. In my capacity as a medical physicist, I visited six hospitals, where I left behind textbooks and electronic files of my medical imaging teaching materials. I met and spoke with hospital administrators, medical directors, radiologists, radiology technologists, and other medical professionals. read more

YOM HASHOAH SPEECH AT TEMPLE B’RITH KODESH 4/9/21 by Warren H. Heilbronner

PARAPHRASING A QUOTE FROM THE SPANISH WRITER SANTAYANA, “THOSE WHO FORGET HISTORY ARE DOOMED TO LIVE IT AGAIN”.

TONIGHT, WE COMMEMORATE YOM HASHOAH—HOLOCAUST REMEMBERANCE DAY, AND SO FOR THE LAST 76 YEARS, ALL AROUND THE WORLD JEWS HAVE CRIED “NEVER AGAIN”, YET ARE WE BEGINNING TO FORGET?

AS MANY OF YOU KNOW ALREADY, ALTHOUGH I WAS NEVER IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP,  I AM A HOLOCAUST SURVIVOR, BORN IN STUTTGART, GERMANY, ON NOVEMBER 7, 1932; AND ALTHOUGH I MAY NOT REMEMBER MUCH FROM MY EARLY YEARS, THERE IS SEARED IN MY MEMORY, THE MORNING OF NOVEMBER 9, 1938, KRISTALLNACHT, THE START OF THE HOLOCAUST, WHEN AT 5:00 AM MY BROTHER AND I PEEKING DOWN FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, WATCH AS MY MOTHER OPENS THE FRONT DOOR TO A LOUD KNOCK TO SEE TWO GESTAPO COMING TO ARREST MY FATHER. LIKE MY GRANDFATHER WHO HAD BEEN ARRESTED EARLIER, HE WAS SENT TO THE DACHAU CONCENTRATION CAMP.  ALTHOUGH HE WAS LATER RELEASED SINCE THE NAZIS HAD NOT YET BEGUN THE SYSTEMATIC KILLING OF JEWS, THEY JUST WANTED THEM GONE SO THEY COULD MAKE GERMANY “JUDENREIN”—A COUNTRY WITHOUT JEWS, WHICH ALLOWED US TO ESCAPE TO THIS COUNTRY. SO TONIGHT I SPEAK, AS I DO OFTEN, FOR THE 6 MILLION JEWS, WHO WERE BEATEN, TORTURED AND MURDERED, WHO CAN NO LONGER SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES. read more

Howard Thurman in Israel By Peter Eisenstadt

On 3 December, 1963, the African American minister and religious thinker, Howard Thurman (1899–1981) and his wife, Sue Bailey Thurman (1903–1993) arrived in Israel for a stay of several weeks. They had wanted to visit Israel during a previous, round-the-world trip, in 1960, when they visited Lebanon—where he had talks with Palestinian refugees—and Egypt, but the ongoing Arab boycott had made this impossible. They arrived in Israel after an extended stay in Nigeria, where Howard Thurman had been teaching at the University of Ibadan. read more

How Liberation Begins By Ayala Emmett

She holds the baby inhaling his sweet smell and kisses his forehead for the last time. She carefully puts him in a wicker basket that she tested over and over, to make sure that it has no leaks and is lightweight enough to float carrying her precious child. She gets as close as she dares to the river, her lips moving in prayer and the tears she tries to hold back are defiant.

As we are witnessing it, we are horrified. “Is she mad?” “Should I call 911?” Ready to pull out our cell-phones. Not yet. Right now we are only figuratively witnessing this mother and child. We are together in the text of the Exodus, and the narrator goes on to tell us that the woman we are watching has her daughter at her side. The girl does not cry, “Mother stop.” She does not retrieve the wicker basket; instead, gathering her long dress in one hand she runs following the floating basket down the river, when she hears the laughter of women. read more

Lilly Rivlin: Artist as Truth Seeker by Marcia G. Yerman

Every era has its moments that are written and evaluated by “historians.” Creatives capture those same events through the prism of nuance, drama, and emotion.

Lilly Rivlin, now 84, is one such artist. A contemporary of pioneering feminists, she was on the ground to document their contributions to the upheaval of the 1970s, when women were beginning to realize that the problem wasn’t them.

Rivlin’s identity as an Israeli-American has also uniquely positioned her to be an active participant in seeking out a path of reconciliation in the Israel/Palestine conundrum. Her particular sensitivities paved the way for the forthright corrective statement in her 2005 interview with Amy Goodman, when she noted, “I’m Palestinian-born. That makes a difference to establish that; I was born before the state of Israel.” read more