(Rosh Hashanah 5777, Day 1)
On a Thursday morning in August, as our community was basking in the glow of a fantastic Maccabi week, our sacred space was violated. A man from California, deranged by hate, ended a cross-country odyssey targeting Jews right across the street from our parking lot. We were put on lock-down. A thorough search revealed that the man and car were unarmed. That story was well publicized.
But here’s another story, one that you haven’t heard before. That very same week, late at night – about 11 – I was walking back home from the office, and I noticed a different car parked at the end of the temple driveway, and a driver getting out. I went over to the driver, my heart beating a little more rapidly, because, well, you know, because of the world we live in. The driver, standing outside the car with the door ajar, held up his phone and said, “I’m having radiator problems and am calling an Uber. Is it OK for me to leave the car here overnight?”
Almost instinctively, I replied, “No. The police are patrolling here constantly and will be suspicious of this car,” I added. I gave him directions to the nearest gas station.
There were a number of reasons for me to be suspicious. I was a little skittish, given what has been going on – around the world and in our own backyard. Why would he want to abandon the car? Why not call AAA and have the car serviced right then? And besides, he was a stranger. He was different. He was an “other.” He didn’t belong.
And so I’m sure the question you are asking is, “What was he?” What kind of other? So I’ll tell you.
It was dark, but I could see very clearly: He had a New York license plate.
He was a New Yorker.
And if there’s one thing I learned growing up in Boston, it’s not to trust people from New York.
But what else was he? Inquiring minds want to know. Did he look Middle Eastern? Did he have a foreign accent? Was he a person of color? Did he have a shaved head and a swastika tattooed on his arm? What was he?
Well, what was he? A human being. One whose pigmentation was a few shades darker than mine. To this day, I believe that I would have acted the same way no matter who this person is. Given my responsibilities, I did not question that I had to get that car out of our parking lot. After all, I have no bomb sniffing dogs. If there were Milk Bones in the car, my dogs would have found them. So I don’t question that I did the right thing.
But I could have been friendlier. I could have been more helpful to a stranger.
And while I firmly believe that I am as colorblind as they come and that this person’s pigmentation did not impact my behavior one iota, I can’t be sure of that. I can’t be sure of that, because I know something else. I know that I am the product of a society that is struggling so mightily to overcome a pathology so inbred, so pervasive and so insidious that it affects us all. It is our greatest challenge.
Now I can’t throw the blame entirely on a sick society entirely. I have to take some responsibility for my actions. It’s Rosh Hashanah after all. And you might say I’m being too hard on myself – and perhaps I am. But if I don’t own my actions, how can I expect others to own theirs?
And if I’m not willing to take such responsibility and share a story that I am not proud of, I have no hope of helping the rest of you understand that we are all in this together, that this is everyone’s challenge, not just the challenge of one political party or demographic group. This is too important, too painful and too personal to allow it to become just another political hot potato.
We need to have a conversation about racism. Now there’s all kinds of bigotry, on the right and the left – and many forms of anti-Semitism, including an insidious form adopted by the BDS movement that is masked in its opposition to Zionism and Israel. That’s all true.
But racism is its own distinct brand of evil.
Merriam Webster defines racism as “a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.”
The key words there are “inherent superiority.” People are bigots for all kinds of reasons. But they are racists if they feel that the other group is somehow collectively and inherently inferior, whether the rationale is pseudo-science, theology, political expedience or just pure hate. Something about your group is of less value than mine.
In contrast, Jews believe that all human beings are unique individuals created in God’s image. That means we are all of equal value in God’s eyes. When the Torah talks about a “Chosen People,” that doesn’t mean superior. It might allude to unique responsibilities that Jews have, or perhaps about God’s quest for intimacy, in the hopes that such love will inspire us to better love our neighbor. As Jews – as Jews – we were put here on this earth to fight racist ideas and to eliminate them.
For racism has the power to erode our basic humanity, to e-rase what is good and what is positive. We need to recognize that the toxicity is found in each of us. Our society is afflicted with fear, to be sure, but it also has a sickness, a pathology, and it affects everyone.
The racism we are witnessing this year is shocking in its intensity. Across the world, the handmaidens of hate are joining hands in a most unnatural partnership: ISIS and Aryan Nation, Al Qaida and the alt-right, Hamas and France’s National Front, the New Black Panther Party and the far right Israeli Jewish group Lehava, who oppose any personal or business relationships between Jews and non-Jews, based on the racist views of Meir Kahane.
They are all bedfellows spreading racism, bigotry and fear. We can never accept it. We must put an end to it. We must be shocked by language that unleashes the forces of hate! And we must respond.
This is beyond a political issue. This is a moral imperative!
My friends, there is also some good news. There are signs that the fever is breaking and love is indeed winning, especially among the younger generation, for whom the barriers of separation are constantly breaking down.
Small signs. Like at the recent Olympics, a women’s gymnastics team that looked like America, and an African American swimmer finally winning gold. So tell me, didn’t that make you proud – or did it give you pause? … at how it took so long, and at how the tentacles of racism reached into swimming pools all over our country.
But the fever is breaking. Small signs … like the police chief in Dallas, Chief Brown, who told his mourning community, “Change your words into truth and then change that truth into love.” Or the overwhelming kindness of the people of Orlando and Charleston and elsewhere.
Small signs. Like the new Museum of African American History and Culture in Washington. Or the multicultural phenomenon known as “Hamilton.” A black Thomas Jefferson – who’d a thunk it? A key to the success of this groundbreaking musical is our thirst, our readiness, to become colorblind. And this musical has been transformational. Hey, in the new Harry Potter musical in London, there’s even a black Hermione. No literary work of this generation has done more to debunk the theories of racial purity more than Harry Potter. In the end, we are all Muggles. And the end, the Muggles win.
Small signs – like President Obama himself, his election, his re-election, hid dignified presidency, and, at his term’s sunset, a popularity that far exceeds the size of his original coalition.
A couple of months ago, I decided to have my DNA analyzed. So I spat into a test tube (my most expensive spit since Mrs. Allen’s class in third grade), mailed it in, and, in the interest of complete transparency, here’s what I discovered about my ethnic background:
Your rabbi is:
- 97.2 percent Ashkenazi Jewish.
- .8 percent Eastern European – which means Hungarian, Polish, Ukranian or Russian. I knew there would be a Cossack in there somewhere.
- .2 percent Southern European, which includes Italy, Iberia and the Balkans. No surprise there: 20 percent of the current population of the Iberian Peninsula has Jewish ancestry.
- 1.7 Broadly European – pointing to some more generalized strands of genetic material going back to the hunter-gatherer days when Europe was settled.
And finally, .1 percent… Native American. Who knew! With both Jewish and Native American lineage, no wonder I was so tempted to name my first child “Whitefish.”
I just think that’s so great! Call me Pocahontas! And call me a mutt.
And speaking of mutts, I’m also 84 percent Golden Retriever. We all are. We share 84 percent of our overall genetic makeup with dogs. With chimpanzees, it’s 98.6 percent. (I told you the fever is breaking). And about 60 percent of our genetic code is shared with your basic banana.
But human beings are in many ways the crown of creation, and genetic researchers have confirmed what the book of Genesis told us long ago – that all humans have common ancestry.
As Abraham Joshua Heschel pointed out, we read in Genesis that God created different kinds of plants and different kinds of animals. But strikingly, the Creation account does not say that God created different kinds of human beings, of different colors and races; rather it proclaims that God created one single person. From a single human being all are descended.
In the Talmud, where Rabbi Akiva said that “Love your neighbor as yourself” is the most important principle of the Torah, Ben Azzai disagreed, saying no: the most important line in the Torah is Gen. 5:1, “These are the generations of Adam.”
The text sides with Ben Azzai, saying that the fact that all human beings are descended from a single person teaches us that no one can say to his neighbor, “My parent is greater than yours.” And whoever saves one life has saved the world.
Science agrees. When it comes down to it, all of us, all human beings, it turns out, came from the same place: Africa roughly 200,000 years ago. Genetically speaking, all human beings are 99.998 percent the same.
The ancient rabbis taught
“Al tistakel b’kankan elah b’ma she’yesh bo.”
“Do not look at the flask but what is in it.”
The differences are literally skin-deep. And our sources teach us that we must look beneath that surface to see what is authentic.
Over the course of these High Holidays, I’m going to be exploring the nuances of a word that has become perhaps the most oft quoted word of the year: authenticity.
People crave the mantle of authenticity. In the New York Times last June, Adam Grant called this “the Age of Authenticity.” It’s nothing new, actually. The word’s usage has increased dramatically since about 1990, but it was even more popular in the 1800s, a time when Oscar Wilde said, “Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.”
The funny thing is, there’s no authentic word in Hebrew for authenticity. The word most often used is “autenti.” Now there are several words used as synonyms, each one carrying a shading of what can be considered a Jewish concept of authenticity. One of them is “baduk,” “inspected.” Before Passover, the search for the Hametz is called “bedikat hamatz.” To be bodek is to be seeking, to dig beneath the surface, to find deeper truths beyond what the eye can see. So from this perspective, the opposite of authenticity would be superficiality, what is seen on the surface, something that is pre-judged based on a first impression. In other words, for Jews, the opposite of authenticity is prejudice.
“Do not look at the flask, but at what is inside it.” The second part of that Talmudic line is illuminating: “There are new flasks filled with old wine and old flasks containing new wine.”
This year there was no older flask around than Bernie Sanders, someone widely praised as being “authentic.”
One would have expected Bernie’s message to be coming from someone in his 20s, wearing hipster glasses, a flannel shirt and skinny jeans. But millennials flocked to listen to the jeremiads of an old Jewish guy with a wrinkled suit. What they were craving, we kept hearing, was authenticity. And it didn’t matter that the hair was a few shades grayer than your typical candidate’s. That only made him more authentic. And of course, “one pair of underwear. That’s it!”
Bernie’s legions of followers were wise enough to understand that vitality and idealism are not necessarily synonymous with youthful looks. They were intuitive enough to understand that’s what’s important is what lies beneath the surface.
So my DNA study revealed some of my hidden genetic traits. I tend to favor salty snacks over sweet ones. In the TMI department, I can smell asparagus in my urine and am likely to have little or no upper back-hair. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. (I don’t want to get nasty emails from, the Anti Back-hair Defamation League, the ABDL). The DNA test also linked me to a certain group of Neanderthals originating in Germany.
I’m also genetically marked for hazel eyes, thinning hair, a few freckles, no dimpled chin – oh and by the way, fair skin.
Skin color is not racial; rather it results from generations of exposure to ultra violet radiation from sunlight for those living in hotter climates, which increases the production of melanin in the skin, making it darker. It then gets literally baked in to one’s ethnic heritage.
But it’s just one marker among an untold number of markers that tell us so much of what’s on the surface and what lies beneath. But while there are markers for skin color predisposition, there is none for race. There is no gene for race. Let me repeat that. The more we learn about the genome, the more scientists conclude: Race is not genetic!
Race is an artificial construct, based on faulty theories of Europeans like Johan Blumenbach, a 23-year-old grad student, who in 1775 correlated human character with skull size. He found the biggest skull while rummaging in the Caucuses, so he called it Caucasoid. He created the “oids.” The larger the skull, in his mind, correlated to a larger brain, which he connected to light colored skin. Spoiler alert – Blumenbach’s pigmentation was also white.
That’s like standing in the end zone and inventing the touchdown.
Of course, if brain size were truly a determinant of mastery and superiority, we would all be picking cotton for whales and elephants, whose brains are much bigger than ours.
These racial theories were in the air precisely at a time when the world economy was expanding dramatically and many nations relied on the slave trade to keep up. It was convenient for them to regard people whom they were treating inhumanely as being less than fully human. Three-fifths of a human, to be exact. Or to be really exact, three-fifths of a male, white human. I don’t pass judgment on our founding fathers who, after all, were reflecting the tenor of their times, but we must admit that, if pseudo-scientific racism was invented in Europe, it was in America that it was raised to a high art form.
There is little doubt that the racial theories that evolved in the 18th century have tainted the soul of humanity more than just about any other system of ideas. Communism killed its millions, true. Millions more have also been killed senselessly in the name of God and religion. But think about the tens of millions of lives destroyed by these misguided theories of racial superiority, which justified American slavery, spawned South African Apartheid, led to the genocides of indigenous populations everywhere, including here, and, culminated in the piece de resistance, the Nazi Holocaust.
The Nazis expanded these warped racial theories not only to include Jews, but to differentiate between subgroups of Europeans, and then they added sexual orientation and intellectual disability to the mix. And they targeted them all for slavery or genocide.
It’s so crazy, on the surface, to call Jews a race. We’ve got black Jews, white Jews, orange Jews, tomato Jews. Jews with big noses, Jews with small noses. It’s crazy to call Jews a race. But that’s just the point. It’s crazy to call ANYONE a race.
But today, that’s all we do. We are obsessed with race. Every political poll or demographic survey is broken down into racial categories. Every policy is directed toward the racial divide. That won’t end overnight – we still need policies that address the inequalities, because there are inequalities – everywhere.
But it’s so absurd to connect race to everything, like the time a football player was ostensibly asked before the Super Bowl, “How long have you been a black quarterback?” Yes, Doug Williams was the first African American to start at quarterback in the Super Bowl, and yes, the story is an urban legend. And yes, the absurdity is compounded that he played for a team called the Redskins.
Why not call them the Washington Asparagus Sniffers?
And today, with some dangerous theories of eugenics still being propagated, in particular by the increasingly mainstreamed White Supremacists, who are also virulently anti-Semitic, we must extinguish this insidious brand of hatred. We must extinguish it in society – and in ourselves.
In mid June I participated in a seminar sponsored locally by the Domus Center. It was called “Undoing Racism.” About 30 or us sat together for three days in a circle and we learned about the roots of the problem and the serious challenges before us. I was one of two clergy present, and I believe the only Jew. The others were teachers, interns, police officers, firefighters, community organizers, and civic leaders. At one point, those participants with fair skin, about half the group, were asked to be silent, as we listened to those whose pigmentation happens to be darker than mine talk about what it is like to live in their skin. The stories I heard were heartbreaking. We’ve all heard stories like these following the tragedies we’ve witnessed this year.
As each person spoke, about the profiling, about the discrimination, about assumptions at an academic conference that a PhD was the maid, about simply passing people on the street and sensing the fear, I thought about how similar the Jewish experience has been, right here in America. Henry Ford and Father Coughlin thought we wanted to take over the world, and Leo Frank’s lynching led to the rise of the KKK, which in turn spurred the nativism of the 1920s, which led to our Congress cutting off of the flow of Jewish refugees from Europe at the time when we most needed an escape route, and that undoubtedly cost millions of Jews their lives, trapped in Hitler’s fortress Europa.
Yes, back in the ‘30s, there was for European Jews no path to US citizenship. The only available path led to the train tracks bound for Auschwitz.
All of that due to racism, the perception that Jews are somehow an inferior life form. And each of those who spoke at that Domus conference could well have been echoing the timeless words of Shylock:
“Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; BACK HAIR, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal’d by the same means, warm’d and cool’d by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.”
Abraham Joshua Heschel wrote, “Few of us seem to realize how insidious, how radical, how universal and evil racism is. Few of us realize that racism is man’s gravest threat to man, the maximum of hatred for a minimum of Reason, the maximum of cruelty for a minimum of thinking.”
So how do we “undo racism?”
How do we fight the bigotry that so infects our culture? By proclaiming for all to hear that we are all equal in the eyes of God, that we are all brothers and sisters. We should constantly ask what the Mishna asks, “Is my blood redder than anyone else’s?”
“It turns out that most white Americans actually do have black blood,” says the activist John Powell. “White blood and black blood have been mixing up for a long time. And so as we deny the other, we deny ourselves. Because there is no ‘other.’”
One in five African-Americans has Native American roots. In Louisiana, 12 percent of European Americans have some African ethnic ancestry. We are all people of color, it seems. Not just color, but colors, the colors of the wind – We are all Pocahontas! There is a veritable rainbow coalition within each of us!
Just ask Csanad Szegedi, the extremist anti-Semitic Hungarian MP, who quit parliament in 2012 when he found out he had Jewish roots. Last week he announced he is making aliyah to Israel.
My friends, I’ve chosen deliberately to discuss this difficult topic today, come what may, because we face a crisis that cannot be ignored – and an opportunity that must be grabbed. We can make a difference. The strategy of the racist is to divide and conquer. It’s what was done in the 19th century to Native Americans who harbored black slaves, and what was done in the 20th century between blacks and rural whites in the South. We can’t allow wedges to divide groups today. We can bridge the gaps, as Jews, because of our unique position of having experienced racism from both sides of the divide. We can bring people together.
And we need to set an example of how to reach out to those who are different. Here we are doing that through a new initiative known as Keruv, whose intent is to embrace the growing number of interfaith families who are so welcome in our ever expanding tent. Our faith demands that we love unconditionally anyone who chooses to be here. We need to understand that there are no whole Jews or half Jews or quarter Jews. We are all on a Jewish spectrum, even those who are there simply because they are married to a Jew. We are all part of that Jewish coat of many colors.
Did you know that the fastest growing demographic in United States is not Latinos? It’s actually interracial and inter-ethnic couples. That was unimaginable just a few years ago, before Loving vs Virginia in the late ‘60s, it was illegal. Since Judaism, transcends all ethnic boundaries, there is no reason for any Jew not to celebrate that. In a just released Jewish population survey, nearly 12 percent of Manhattan’s Jews identify as non-white, while in the Bronx, the figure swells to nearly 30 percent. We welcome everyone into our tent.
But we have also seen that the spirit of intolerance still lives. No self respecting Democrat or Republican or Independent should stand idly by in an atmosphere that has become this toxic. Certainly, no Jew should. We have seen what can happen when we are silent. And we have seen that all of us, and I include myself – have fears ingrained within us that will not easily be overcome. We must call out racism where we see it. And we must root it out in ourselves. We will all be called to account if we remain silent.
By God? Perhaps. But most of all, by our great grandchildren.
For history has its eyes on us.
In writing “Hamilton” for the stage, Lin-Manuel Miranda chose to lie. That is, he intentionally cast the founders of our country as people of color, even though they probably were not – though in the case of Jefferson, some of his grandchildren were. But Miranda wanted to make a larger point – not about that era, but about ours. We are a nation built by immigrants, all of whom were outcasts at one time, and immigrants, as they say in the show, get the job done. After a while, when listening to the music of “Hamilton,” an incredible thing happens. You forget about skin color altogether.
The newly sainted Mother Theresa said, “One of the realities we’re all called to go through is to move from repulsion to compassion and from compassion to wonderment.”
“Hamilton” has moved us to wonderment.
Let us revel in our differences and celebrate our diversity. But let us see in that very diversity a common unity of spirit, as well as of biology.
A few weeks ago, I made my first pilgrimage to the new 9/11 Museum at Ground Zero. It was an extraordinarily moving experience. The museum exposes the roots of the hate that led to the deed and then traces the love that overcame it.
After visiting the museum and memorial, I ascended to the top of the Freedom Tower, and there took in a view that I hadn’t seen since a year before 9/11, when I performed a wedding at “Windows on the World.” The sky was as deeply blue as it was on that fateful day. The city lay there before me, a unified patchwork of neighborhoods and jagged skyscrapers, a nurtured by bridges and blue waterways, this enormous living organism being guarded by a lady with a lamp. It took my breath away. The city as one, organic, unified whole, a body with flowing arteries, the Hudson, the East and the Harlem, pumping life-giving fluids, and the outstretched limbs, from the Verrazano to the GWB carrying food and fuel and tiny little people to the skinny long torso that is Manhattan. And looking down at it, the whole seemed far greater than the sum of its extraordinary and unique parts, all blending together in common purpose. It is truly a God’s eye view.
What an amazing world that could be if we could come together as one. Where the Manhattan African American, or the Florida Latino, or the Nebraskan Native American, the Iowan farmer – could all see ourselves as part of the same mosaic – along with the Stamford Jew who is .1 percent Native American, 84 percent poodle and just now awakening to an awareness of the kaleidoscope of color that exists inside each one of us.
We can overcome our fear and we can forge such a world. We can love our neighbor and we can forge such a world. We can embrace the diversity that is embedded within us and implanted among us, and we can forge such a world. We can give help to our neighbor whose radiator overheats, and we can forge such a world.
And we will. I will. Next time, I will.
Because history has its eyes on us.