lunes, febrero 26, 2007

Spring is here!

I am sorry for being so out of touch and out of the blogosphere. I have simply been resting and working on other projects that needed my complete attention. But, since I returned to school yesterday, I think I should also reinitiate my blogging routine. So, first, some updates.

Thank you to all that participated in the poll. After a lot of thought, I opted to use the "sh" despite the arguments for the phonetic symbol. After all, this siddur is intended for learners and I do not want to confuse them. As for the iterations, I decided to keep the sh and place a period between the iterated shins, like so: ish.she.

The second update. About three weeks ago we went hiking in the lower Galilee, close to the coast, in the Carmel Mountain ridge. Here are some pictures of how spring is lived in this beautiful part of the world.

Poppies of the Galil

Carmel ridge with the Mediterranean in the background ("Será porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa, escondido tras las cañas duerme mi primer amor, llevo tu luz y tu olor por dónde quiera que vaya....)

De profundis clamavi ad Te Domine (Ps 130)
ממעמקים קראתיך ד



miércoles, febrero 07, 2007

Encuesta (para legos y para expertos)

Hola a todos y a todas.

Algunos de ustedes saben que estoy escribiendo un siddur (un libro de oraciones judío) con traducción y trasliteración al español. Ahora la mayoría de las letras hebreas tienen un equivalente en español que puede ser expresado por una sola letra. Hay, no obstante, dos excepciones. Una de ellas es la que me está quitando el sueño. Esta es la letra shin

ש


Esta letra pronunciada como la sh inglesa (show, shop, shampoo) puede ser transliterada como una sh (lo cual tiene la ventaja de ser más reconocible aunque tiene un toque anglicista que no me gusta para nada) o a través del signo fonético š (el cual es menos conocido pero tiene la ventaja de ser una sola letra la cual puede ser explicada en una tabla de pronunciación que el siddur va a tener en su introducción).
Ahora, para ustedes, lectores de habla hispana (judíos y no judíos), ¿qué es más fácil leer (no necesariamente más familiar)?:

(opción uno) shabbat o (opción dos) šabbat

Consideren que en muchos casos la shin (o šin) viene duplicada:

(opción uno) ishshé o (opción dos) iššé

Su voto me interesa. Por favor tómese un minuto para votar en la sección de comentarios (así sea anónimamente).

domingo, febrero 04, 2007

Cuba, qué linda es Cuba....

This wonderful picture (which I had to remove because of fear of being sued, but which can still be seen if you follow the link) appeared in the New York Times today together with an article about the Jews of Cuba and their struggle for cultural survival. My wife´s grandfather was one of the last rabbis to serve in Cuba and her family remembers the island fondly. If we could secure a living there, I would love to help this community. Walking down the Malecón with a white fedora, smoking a cigar, debating a particularly relaxed suggya in the Talmud...ah, tropical fantasies.

sábado, febrero 03, 2007

Y luego no se pregunten por qué

Aquellos que dudan de la utilidad del estudio de las religiones y de la necesidad, incluso en un país predominantemente monoreligioso como es Colombia, de establecer departamentos de religiones comparadas necesitan leer la siguiente pieza del Pasquín y pensar por cinco segundos si en cinco años vamos a poder entender (sin totearnos la cabeza) el sancocho religioso que se está volviendo nuestro país. (O la muy interesante relgión que se cuece en nuestra hermana república que mezcla un evangelismo bolivariano con pelígrosísimos tintes fascistas).

Sin academia no hay paraíso, sin académicos no hay policy. Déjenos trabajar.

jueves, febrero 01, 2007

One of the Most Enlightening Pieces I have Read on the Subject

When I was born, almost thirty years ago, my country was almost 99.9% Catholic. Since then there has been an explosive development of Evangelical Christianity among both the popular classes and some of the comercial elite and the emerging upper middle class. I think that around 80% of the urban population of Colombia is now Catholic, whilst the rest is some shade of Protestant. My friends in the intelligentsia, all of them raised as upper middle class Catholics, have gone in more exotic directions: everything ranging from Mahayana Buddhism to "bright" agnosticism to American Indian naturalist-paganism, and, of course, Judaism. This just shows the incredible disatisfaction with traditional religion in even a relatively conservative country like Colombia and the great mobility of ideas that bring people to new ideological and spiritual landscapes. Very much like our physical realities are becoming increasingly mobile and more and more people are moving away from the places of their birth, more and more people are moving away from the religion of their parents. We are at the dawn of a new age of conversions. Quite like the Roman Empire in its transit from a Republic to the Caesarate, people are greatly disappointed with their lives and are looking for meaning in a society were many cultures and religions come together in the great Market of Ideas. It was in the early Roman empire where centurions born in Italy worshipped the Aryan deity Mithras, where Turkish matrons converted to Judaism, and the philosophers of the age were fascinated with the arcane knowledge of the Egyptian sages. Against the backdrop of this world could a Jewish cult like Christianity prosper and conquer Europe. Today, in the new Rome, there are Chinese Jews, Anglosaxon Muslims, Black Buddhists, Latino Mormons, etc., etc., etc. Here is a wonderful article to understand this Brave New world which such people in it.

"Religion in a Globalizing World" by Peter Berger

[M]y major thesis this morning is that what is happening with the globalization of religion is a globalization of pluralism. Pluralism, which was a much more geographically, much more limited phenomenon 150 or 200 years ago, has become a global phenomenon, and that has enormous implications.

lunes, enero 15, 2007

Bloom's Dream or His Task of Sysiphus (The Movie)


Some of you know me personally. Some of you are close friends. Some of you are kind strangers I have met in the web. Some of you are old old friends who probably recognize in me less and less of he who they used to know. In any case, if you really want to understand who I am, what I want to do and what do I hope to do with my life, I recomend you go (especially easy for those of you who are in NYC) this next 26 or 27 of January to the Premier of the movie "The Longing" (in the Lilcoln Center Theaters at Broadway and 67th). This movie, produced and directed by Gabriela Bohm, narrates the difficulties of those Latinos who want to reconnect to their Jewish ancestry. I have not seen the movie yet, and will probably not see it until I return to NYC by the end of the summer, but if it describes the pain and the unnecessary suffering those returning experience dayeinu (It would be enough!). I cannot guarantee that it is a cinematographic masterpiece or that it is a balanced documentary, but it is certainly a pioneer work in a field that could benefit from more media attention and from more public interest.



For those of you who do not live in NY, the webpage of the producer has plenty of information about the movie and about the project. I recommend you watch the trailer (just go to the tab "films" and then choose "The Longing") and look at the stills (two examples of which I bring in this page).

sábado, enero 13, 2007

In the meantime

Thanks Chiquilin for the Tribute. I will write a short story of how the anusim were instrumental in the return of the Jews to England after fourhundred years of exile.

Happy 5000 visit!

domingo, enero 07, 2007

Tale of Two Cities

If you did not know that they are separated by only a handful of kilometers and by a fourty minute bus ride, you could probably end up believing that Tel Aviv and Jerusalem are in different countries. In some cases, you could even end up believing that they are different planets. Jerusalem is one of the oldest cities in the world. Burdened and marked by the endless battles that have refreshed its walls with a new color of red every time: Jebusite and Hebrew, Assyrian and Jewish, Greek and Roman, Byzantine and Arab, Crusader and Turk, European and Levantine, Israeli and Palestinian. Its stones are worth more in words and prayers of millions of souls who every day carry it in their lips and in their hearts and by reinventing it in their minds, betray it. Its alleyways are crooked and made of white slippery stone, like lipidous veins of an enormous lythic animal. No other city is Jewish as Jerusalem is Jewish. Tel Aviv is the among the newest cities in the world. Barely one hundred years old, it grows like a cancer on the side of the oldest port in the world: Jaffa, the city of Casiopea and Andromeda, the Kraken's playhouse. The only purpose of this city was to create the new Jew, unencumbered by the dust and the stones of old Jerusalem. Moreover, the only purpose of Tel Aviv was to be Jerusalem's antithesis, its brilliant new replacement. It's streets are wide and full of trees. The only old thing in Tel Aviv is the lottery signs that get washed with the new rains. Tel Aviv's shore is forever young and changing, ebbing with the tides, while Jerusalem holds with its stone talons the sides of the unalterable mountains of Judea. Jerusalem has monasterys and synagogues. Tel Aviv has massage-parlors and discotheques. Jerusalem has the Wall. Tel Aviv has the beach. Jerusalem has the stubborness of the faithful. Tel Aviv has the carelessness of the cosmopolitan. Jerusalem is an old woman, beautiful and wise but set in her ways. Tel Aviv is a friendly coquette, voluptous and inviting. Jerusalem looks perpetually to the past. Tel Aviv is the future, running away from yesterday.

And yet, there are also synagogues in Tel Aviv- hidden in the small plazas and the streets with the name of honored heretics. And to them a handful of faithful flock on Shabbat, quietly almost surreptitiously as if not to make any noise and disturb the noise of the city with their prayers. They know their place, they are humble penitents in the city of sin. And, yes, Jerusalem has its discos too- hidden among the dusty roads of the abandoned industrial park of Talpiyot. The carrousers arrive also silently, in cabs and mopeds, covered by the evening fog. Trying to savour the contained rebelliousness of their dancing. Pouring their pagan joy in the dusty walls of the compound that muffle the beat of the music and protects the city outside. These are wary bacchanals, self-conscious menads. Somewhere in the middle of these two extremes there is life to be had. There is a road and fourty minutes and a country. Sometimes, when the rain stops, there are also cows.


Vorspeis for next post, travelling through the Judean desert

jueves, diciembre 28, 2006

Fire and Hail, Snow and Vapor, Stormy Wind fullfilling His Word. (Psalm 148)

Shaikai,
I would have done even if you hadn't asked. For everyone: Snow in Jerusalem!

The Israel Museum with five centimeters of snow.

The Knesset (Israeli Parliament) with snow.

The walls of the Old City with some of the snow still on the ground. (15th century walls with snow from yesterday and a tree from thirty years ago.)

Last night in the middle of the storm: a palm tree heavy with ice.

And just as a vorshpeis for my next post:


martes, diciembre 26, 2006

Keep your eyes peeled

This should be fun. Heaps and heaps of fun!

(It is Tuesday. 3.00 p.m. And the rain is already hitting Jerusalem.)

martes, diciembre 19, 2006

Sane Muslim response to the Holocaust Denial Conference in Teheran

I am glad that there are sane voices in the Muslim world condemming the hate-mongering activities of the Iranian government (which are not, as some people think, a tool to further the Palestinian cause, but rather a distraction from the country's oppressive regime). The original piece appeared two days ago in the LA Times.

Why they deny the Holocaust

On top of nearly constant anti-Semitic propaganda, much of the Muslim world hasn't even heard of it.

By Ayaan Hirsi Ali
AYAAN HIRSI ALI, a Somali immigrant who served in the parliament of the Netherlands until earlier this year, is the author of "Infidel," an autobiography to be published in February.
LA Times, December 16, 2006

ONE DAY IN 1994, when I was living in Ede, a small town in Holland, I
got a visit from my half-sister. She and I were both immigrants from
Somalia and had both applied for asylum in Holland. I was granted it;
she was denied. The fact that I got asylum gave me the opportunity to
study. My half-sister couldn't.

In order for me to be admitted to the university I wanted to attend, I
needed to pass three courses: a language course, a civics course and a
history course. It was in the preparatory history course that I, for
the first time, heard of the Holocaust. I was 24 years old at that
time, and my half-sister was 21.

In those days, the daily news was filled with the Rwandan genocide and
ethnic cleansing in the former Yugoslavia. On the day that my
half-sister visited me, my head was reeling from what happened to 6
million Jews in Germany, Holland, France and Eastern Europe.

I learned that innocent men, women and children were separated from
each other. Stars pinned to their shoulders, transported by train to
camps, they were gassed for no other reason than for being Jewish.

I saw pictures of masses of skeletons, even of kids. I heard
horrifying accounts of some of the people who had survived the terror
of Auschwitz and Sobibor. I told my half-sister all this and showed
her the pictures in my history book. What she said was as awful as the
information in my book.

With great conviction, my half-sister cried: "It's a lie! Jews have a
way of blinding people. They were not killed, gassed or massacred. But
I pray to Allah that one day all the Jews in the world will be
destroyed."

She was not saying anything new. As a child growing up in Saudi
Arabia, I remember my teachers, my mom and our neighbors telling us
practically on a daily basis that Jews are evil, the sworn enemies of
Muslims, and that their only goal was to destroy Islam. We were never
informed about the Holocaust.

Later, as a teenager in Kenya, when Saudi and other Persian Gulf
philanthropy reached us, I remember that the building of mosques and
donations to hospitals and the poor went hand in hand with the cursing
of Jews. Jews were said to be responsible for the deaths of babies and
for epidemics such as AIDS, and they were believed to be the cause of
wars. They were greedy and would do absolutely anything to kill us
Muslims. If we ever wanted to know peace and stability, and if we
didn't want to be wiped out, we would have to destroy the Jews. For
those of us who were not in a position to take up arms against them,
it was enough for us to cup our hands, raise our eyes heavenward and
pray to Allah to destroy them.

Western leaders today who say they are shocked by Iranian President
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's conference this week denying the Holocaust need
to wake up to that reality. For the majority of Muslims in the world,
the Holocaust is not a major historical event that they deny. We
simply do not know it ever happened because we were never informed of
it.

The total number of Jews in the world today is estimated to be about
15 million, certainly no more than 20 million. On the other hand, the
world's Muslim population is estimated to be between 1.2 billion and
1.5 billion. And not only is this population rapidly growing, it is
also very young.

What's striking about Ahmadinejad's conference is the (silent)
acquiescence of mainstream Muslims. I cannot help but wonder: Why is
there no counter-conference in Riyadh, Cairo, Lahore, Khartoum or
Jakarta condemning Ahmadinejad? Why are the 57 members of the
Organization of the Islamic Conference silent on this?

Could the answer be as simple as it is horrifying: For generations,
the leaders of these so-called Muslim countries have been
spoon-feeding their populations a constant diet of propaganda similar
to the one that generations of Germans (and other Europeans) were fed
— that Jews are vermin and should be dealt with as such? In Europe,
the logical conclusion was the Holocaust. If Ahmadinejad has his way,
he shall not want for compliant Muslims ready to act on his wish.

The world needs to be informed again and again about the Holocaust —
not only in the interest of the Jews who survived and their offspring
but in the interest of humanity.


And this, this is just wrong. In soooo many ways!

martes, diciembre 12, 2006

A happy people

Recently, my friend Michelle got married. Michelle´s flower girl at the wedding is one of her little cousins and not Jewish. After the wedding she said to Michelle: "Now I know why you are Jewish." Michelle paled as anyone who has to live with the tensions of a household with two religions knows how to pale when such a thing is said by your very very young cousing. "It is because your parties are so much better." (Michelle, I am sorry I do not remember the story verbatim but the punchline is something like that).

The point of the story is that Jews are, all in all, a happy people. This may seem strange for someone for whom the quintessential Jew is Woody Allen panicking over some silly detail in the New York Times. Yet, regardless of our very difficult history and the challenges of the present (with a nuclear Iran breathing down our necks) or maybe just precisely because of this, we seem to take every opportunity for a little, material, down to earth joy very seriously. Every "simcha" (joy) that we are privy to experience in this life must be experienced with the utmost dedication and abandon. This even finds expression in certain religious manifestations of Judaism that claim that "It is a great commandment to always be happy."

The reason that I am bringing this (aside from the fact that this blog has been somewhat somber during the past few weeks) is because this morning my very good friends Tim and Ashira
announced their engagement. Mind you, this is eight thirty in the morning. Mind you, this is a synagogue we are talking about. Mind you, the people there were not all friends but also some classmates. Nevertheless, this was the result (one point of note, this is not hugging, this is very very fast circle dancing):

Od Yishamma Be'arei Yehudah Uvechutzot Yerushalayim, Kol Sasson Vekol Simcha, Kol Chatan veKol Kallah. (Again shall it be heard in the cities of Judah and in the outskirts of Jerusalem, the sound of joy and the sound of happiness, the voice of the groom and the voice of the bride.) Jeremiah 33:10-11

This strapping young man in blue is the groom. The beautiful girl whose face you cannot see because of her hand and a shoulder is the bride. (May they be very happy)

The reason there are no more pictures is that yours truly was busy pouring lechayims (shots of whiskey) for everyone and then joined the dancing and the singing. It's 8.30 a.m. but there is simcha to be had! Even at our holiest site (the Western Wall, mistakenly called by non-Jews the "Wailing wall") there is often spirited dancing and singing.

God gave you life and the whole universe for your delight! Enjoy it! Be happy!

lunes, diciembre 11, 2006

Jerusalem by Night (not your average WoD setting)

O'er your ramparts I have set watchmen, all day and all night. Oh Jerusalem!

sábado, diciembre 09, 2006

Bloom in the News

A new article on the situation of the Benei Anusim (descendants of the Sephardic Jews expelled from Spain) has appeared in one of the most widely read Jewish magazine of America Haddasah Magazine in their December 2006 number. Haddasah is one of the largest Zionist organizations in America and one of the whealthiest. The article brings very relevant, true points concerning the issue and even mentions me in passing. Enjoy!


E-mail from the Past:
Return Receipt Requested
By Andrée Aelion Brooks

Thousands of men and women who claim descent from forced converts have set out on an emotional odyssey to regain their families’ original faith—Judaism.

Growing up in a Catholic family in the 1950’s in the old whaling town of New Bedford, Massachusetts, Linda daCosta’s early life resembled that of her neighbors. When they socialized they would recall their Portuguese seafaring ancestors with pride. Her own had come from the Azores, an archipelago of mid-Atlantic islands. But there were differences.

“At home we were taught to check a raw egg for blood and soak meat in brine,” recalls daCosta. “In the spring my mother would insist upon getting ‘every crumb out of the house.’” Housecleaning was done on Fridays and there was little enthusiasm for attending church.

Only after she visited Israel in 1995—one of several visits to Israel she had felt compelled to make without knowing why—did she better understand that her family had been perpetuating certain Jewish rites. Before then, “I had not one single clue that my ancestors might have been Jewish,” she says.

Linda—now known as Yaffah Batya—formally returned to Judaism through intensive study and ritual purification. She lives in a suburb of Jerusalem and leads an active peer group for those, like herself, exploring a return to their ancestors’ faith.

Preferring the hebrew term bnei anousim (children of forced converts) rather than crypto-Jews or the neutral conversos, many of these men and women trace descent from the mass of forcible conversions that took place on the Iberian Peninsula during the 15th century. Their ancestors later fanned out over northern Europe, the New World, Asia and Africa to escape the Inquisition.

Not all returnees are of Spanish and Portuguese origin. Take Italy, a country that historically had both Sefardim and Ashkenazim as well as Jews who had been there since Roman times. Over the centuries, generations of Italian Jews were also coerced into Catholicism, each town having its House of Catachumens, a sanctuary for Jews who agreed to accept Christ. These practices spawned hundreds of Italians, especially in southern Italy, Sicily and Sardinia, who today share the same dim awareness of a Jewish past.

“We have a new congregation in Trani made up entirely of returning anousim,” reports Massimo Mandolini, a professor of Italian language and civilization at Saddleback College in Mission Viejo, California. Mandolini was born in the Adriatic port city of Ancona. After researching his Jewish roots in an emotional odyssey that thrust him back into the arcane folkways and dialect of Italian Jews, he is undergoing a formal return to Judaism.

“Even in Warsaw people are now coming to the rabbi saying they think they are Jewish; can he help,” says Rabbi Jules Harlow of New York, an editor and translator of prayerbooks for the Rabbinical Assembly, the international association of Conservative rabbis.

Why now? Scholars say the Internet has given thousands the genealogical tools to help affirm a suspected Jewish past previously discussed only in whispers. Even more compelling, “the stigma of being Jewish is no longer what it was,” notes Harry Ezratty, a historian of Caribbean Jewish life.

Experts use words like “millions” regarding potential returnees, even if only a fraction make the leap. Consider Brazil: Among almost 200 million citizens of Brazil today, at least 40 percent, or 80 million, are deemed of Portuguese origin. Of these, at least one quarter, or 20 million, have Jewish blood, says Jacques Cukierkorn, the Brazilian-born rabbi at the New Reform Temple of Kansas City. He first ran the numbers in 1994 while completing a master’s thesis on the hidden Jews of Brazil. If 10 percent or fewer seek return, it still works out to almost two million.

Cities with already active communities of bnei anousim include Ruidoso, Carlsbad and Socorro in New Mexico; Denver and Pueblo in Colorado; Mexicali, Tijuana, Veracruz and Mexico City in Mexico; Guatemala City in Guatemala; Las Tunas in Cuba; and Bogata and Cartegena in Colombia.

Although no firm statistics exist, seth ward, former director of the Institute for Islamic-Judaic Studies at the University of Denver and a scholar of crypto-Jewish life, estimates that some 10,000 have already returned to some form of open Jewish observance in the past decade or so. It is a highly charged journey. “[Judaism] filled a void I always felt in my soul,” explains Sonya Loya of Ruidoso. A glass artist, Loya was raised as a Catholic, formally reclaiming her Judaism only last year.

In the United States, “it could change the tenor of Jewish life from a heavily Ashkenazi base to a more Hispanic one,” predicts Stanley Hordes, adjunct research professor at the Latin American and Iberian Institute at the University of New Mexico and a founder of the Society for Crypto-Judaic Studies. But “there is a very big if,” he adds.

That “if” centers on the response of the mainstream Jewish world on one side and the feelings of the bnei anousim on the other. As yet, there is not a lot of warmth between the two camps. Leaders of the various movements have undertaken no formal initiative, leaving it up to local rabbis to decide how to handle each situation.

Without an overall game plan, argues Ron Cohen, director of Communidad Israelita de Mexicali, a year-old congregation in Mexicali made up almost entirely of bnei anousim, these men and women are left in a state of confusion, receiving “different information at every turn.” Much depends on whether a particular rabbi will offer a program of return or conversion, either of which may be sanctioned by the local beit din.

Though the differences between them may appear slim, they are meaningful for the returnee. For instance, daCosta has found that Orthodox rabbis may tell someone going through conversion that he or she can violate the law of Shabbat (cook a meal, drive a car) until going to the mikve because such an act is not yet a sin, since that person is not yet Jewish. Not so for a returnee.

Conservative Rabbi David Kunin of Edmonton, Alberta, similarly marks the differences in the material he teaches. His approach to a returnee “differs because I will focus more on the crypto-Jewish experience as a way to help them value their ancestors,” he explains. When it comes to the wording on the certificate, Kunin leaves out any mention that the returnee is entering Judaism from the outside, which is common in conversion.

Yet even a hint of conversion discourages more from coming forward. It’s a pity because “it gives us a unique window of opportunity,” insists Cohen. Born a Jew in Chicago, he has been leading an informal network that provides emerging communities in Mexico, Cuba, Guatemala, Brazil and Columbia with books, kippot and other needs. Added to this is the cultural chasm. Mandolini, who is being taught by Chabad rabbis, typically finds it difficult to feel “at one with the community,” he says, explaining, “it’s all so East European.”

Others do not get a sense of being wanted. DaCosta thinks this comes too often from being Hispanic, that it conjures up the image of someone poor and uneducated. “But we have software engineers,” she says, “doctors and business professionals like me.”

Even rituals defy easy integration, says Caitlin O’Sullivan Bromberg, cantor at B’nai Israel, a Conservative congregation in Albuquerque. “American Judaism can either be too Yiddish or too casual for someone with a formal Spanish Catholic upbringing,” she says. “Judaism Lite, as they see it, does not offer the mystery and spirituality they are seeking.”

The organized Sefardic world offers little solace, too. “We try to help,” says Esmé Berg, former director of the American Sephardi Federation, “but it’s on an ad hoc basis,” like the fund-raiser they hosted for daCosta a year ago.

What is happening is largely a reprise of former centuries. During other periods of mass return—such as the arrival of Spanish and Portuguese anousim to Amsterdam or the Ottoman Empire in the 16th and 17th centuries—the Jewish response was similarly mixed.

For many, the strict requirements of Jewish law for conversion become a hurdle—the detailed instruction, ritual purification and mandated circumcision. The complexity was highlighted at a conference called “Conversion and Reversion to Judaism” held at the Center for Jewish History in New York last March, where panelists discussed how difficult it has been for rabbis through the centuries to respond to the sensitivities of returnees while realizing their obligation to fully uphold Jewish law.

When all this is coupled with a sense of not being wanted, it’s little wonder that many bnei anousim linger on the sidelines or organize on their own. Consider the Bat-Tziyon Hebrew Learning Center, started by Loya in Ruidoso in 2004 as an educational and outreach initiative. Or Ezra L’Anousim, which organized a group of a dozen from the United States, Spain, Brazil, Colombia and Portugal to visit Israel for Passover this year. Some, like daCosta and Professor Avi Gross of Ben-Gurion University of the Negev, are pressuring for a wider use of a program of return as opposed to conversion. It is now under consideration by the Chief Rabbinate in Israel, says Shulamit Halevy, a doctoral student at Hebrew University of Jerusalem and a longtime advocate for bnei anousim. Added to this are an expanding number of resources online (see box, page 17).

A few bnei anousim are taking a leadership role by entering the rabbinate. Among them are Spanish-born Jordi Gendra, who graduated in June from the Reconstructionist Rabbinical College in Philadelphia; Juan Mejia from Bogota, a student at the Conservative Jewish Theological Seminary in New York; and Rigoberto Emmanual Viñas from Cuba, a rabbi since 1998 now at an Orthodox congregation in Yonkers, New York. (While these theological students and rabbis all underwent conversion, the other bnei anousim mentioned have or are studying with a rabbi as returnees.)

And the Jewish world is slowly awakening. Israel now offers two religious ulpanim in Spanish—intensive Hebrew-language courses aimed at newcomers. Additionally, last summer, for the first time three bnei anousim from Recife, Brazil, were invited by a group of Brazilian Jews on a 10-day visit to Israel courtesy of Shavei Israel, a group assisting returnees, and Taglit-Birthright, a philanthropic partnership working to strengthen Jewish identity.

The World Council of Conservative/Masorti Synagogues recently sent Harlow and his wife, Navah, to Lisbon to help 18 Portuguese complete their conversion requirements. The group had already established its own congregation, Kehillat Beit Yisrael.

Cantor Bromberg in Albuquerque sets aside one Friday night service each month for prayers chanted partially in Spanish. She also includes more Ladino melodies.

Four years ago, Cukierkorn published a Spanish-language introduction to Judaism. Titled HaMadrij: Guide to the Values and Practices of Modern Judaism (European Association of Jewish Studies), his guide is being mentioned to rabbis who call the central office of the Union for Reform Judaism for help, says Kathy Kahn, its director of outreach and synagogue community. But Kahn acknowledges that “we need to learn” how to better handle the phenomenon.

Full integration may take several generations. “The ones coming in now may never be totally comfortable,” says Bromberg, but ideally, “their children will be.”

Andrée Aelion Brooks can be reached at andreebrooks@hotmail.com

jueves, diciembre 07, 2006

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I am sorry I have not been posting. The whole hulabaloo of this issue has kept me (and all of my school) busy for the past few weeks. I don't know if I will write any more about this subject. Suffice it to say that I have a lot of thinking to do. What do you think?

domingo, noviembre 26, 2006

Yay Jen!

As a vorshpeis ("abrebocas") for my post about women and Judaism I would like you to meet my good friend Jen Taylor-Friedman. Jen is one of the most knowleadgeable Jewish women I know, and she is an awesome soferet (Jewish scribe) and as Mrs. Bloom can attest, also a wonderful Talmud study partner.

Video about the first woman writing a sefer Torah

Enjoy!

lunes, noviembre 20, 2006

Kibbutz Hanaton

It may be because once you grow up you start to get weary from city life (which is why every adult I know eventually gets to the point in their life when they want to buy land and move to the countryside). It may be the socialist elements of my upbringing and youth. It may be the calling of the Land and the idealized image I tend to have of early Zionism. But lately I have been having fantasies of moving to a kibbutz and living there.

My first candidate would be Kibbutz Hanaton in the Lower Galilee. Kibbutz Hanaton is not only one of the most gorgeous places I have visited in Israel (It has an ordinary sort of breathtaking beauty) but also the only kibbutz associated with the Conservative Movement. Furthermore, Kibbutz Hanaton needs the people. They need volunteers and new members to realize their full potential which, from my naive perspective, is great. I would love to eat from the fruit of my labor. I would love to wake up to the song of the mountains of the Galilee. I would love to set up a yeshiva for Spanish speakers that would combine Torah learning with volunteer work in the Kibbutz. I would love to shepherd my eight children (future) through the grapefruit groves. I would love so many things. Who knows? If you willeth, it is no dream. After all, this is the country were dreams come true for nice little good Jewish boys like yours truly. We shall see.

This past weekend the Blooms visited Kibbutz Hanaton. On our way there we stopped on the Druze village of Dalyiat al-Karmel. The Druze are one of the minority communities that live in Israel, and I must confess that I know much less than I would like to. This is probably because their religion (an offshoot of Islam) is a mysteric religion whose secrets are not revealed to the uninitiated. From what I saw in my visit to this town, the men wear funny hats that look like pink fezes (as opposed to the flat funny hats we Jews wear) and the women wear beautiful white flowy hijabs. The other thing I know about the Druze is that, in distinction to most Arabs in Israel, they do serve -with flying distinction- in the Israeli Defense Forces. The origins for this exception may be in the natural loyalty of the Druze to the country where they live or because they have been persecuted by Muslim goverments in the area and are grateful for the religious freedom afforded to them by the State of Israel. Daliyat Al-Carmel is a quaint town. Part bazaar, part suburb, and part Druze sanctuary. We stopped for a while, bought some trinkets for our acquaintances and then proceeded to have Druze pita for lunch (a soft pita bread generously spread with fresh labaneh -creamy goat cheese- and sprinkled with za'atar-hyssop, Israeli mountain-oregano- and olive oil, toasted over an open fire oven- on the picture to the left).

Druze Funeral Procession (Daliyat al-Carmel)

After leaving Daliyat al-Carmel, we went straight to the Kibbutz. Kibbutz Hanaton stands on a Tel (a round hill) in a valley close to the city of Nazareth. Its name means in Egyptian "Glory of Athon". Four milennia ago, on the hill where the kibbutz stands today, stood an Egyptian garrison that controlled the traffic along the sensitive valley that connects the valley of the Sea of Galilee with the Royal Road which connected Egypt with Assyria and was, in a way, the most important road in the world at the time. The name stuck through the four milennia of uninterrupted inhabitation of the area. The kibbutz is, like most kibbutzim, a collective enterprise. The property of the kibbutz is owned by all the members collectivelly and even those members who work outside of the kibbutz must give their income to it to be distributed equally among the members. This kibbutz is unique in the sense that it embraces a religious ideology (i.e. that of the Conservative movement) and has several religious institutions inside the kibbutz (such as a synagogue and a mikvah-a ritual bath). In review, we had a lovely weekend at the kibbutz and were given, once again, like everytime we go there, a lot of dreaming material. I will now be quiet and let the beauty of the place speak for itself.

The National Water Carrier and the hills of Tzippori

The Mountains of Nazareth to the Northeast

The Kibbutz´s Neighbors: The Arab town of Kfar Manda

martes, noviembre 14, 2006

Haloscan is dead! Long live Haloscan!

So, it happened. I could not wake up today for school because I spent the best part of the night coughing my loungs up (sorry for the graphic description). I decided to spend a leisurely day recuperating and doing things that I needed to do a long time ago. Among them I updated this blog to the new Google Beta version which makes it easier for cyberilliterates like myself to manage their profiles and to edit the look of their blogs (mostly I did it for the tags). I did not think though that by doing so I would be required to abandon Haloscan as my comment provider and, oh spite, oh hell, that I would also loose all the comments made to this blog through Haloscan since its inception.

I am really really sorry! This is what I get for not listening to good advice! Alas! I was charmed by the siren song of new shiny technology and the possibility of tagging my posts (which I could probably do before anyway). My only consolation is that, given how the industry works, most of Blogger is going to be updated to Beta anyway sooner or later.

I hope you can cope with the "boring" and slow comment manager of Blogger (which will be open to anonymous comments also for those of you who do not yet own a piece of the web). Even if diáspera has suffered from a little bout of amnesia, Bloom has not. Bloom remembers and cherishes your comments. Bloom never forgets.

sábado, noviembre 11, 2006

Saudade

I am sick. I have been coughing up my lungs for five days now. I had to give the sermon (devar Torah) at my community this Shabbat although my throat could barely muster a whimper. I am also sick of people not commenting on this blog. I think I have lost all of my Colombian readership with the notable exception of Adon Pronek. In the beginning I wanted to create in this blog a space where I could teach Judaism to a Spanish speaking audience given the paucity of learning of this kind in this language. Alas! We bloggers are creatures of vanity and we do need the little nudges to our overinflated cyberegos once in a while. Therefore, I will switch the language of this blog to English since my Israeli and American friends do seem to care if I live or die. I am sick and grumpy! So there!

Just a surprising song I found in the Jewish blogosphere. You can listen to it in Rua da Judaria (a very nice Portuguese blog about Judaism).

Neighborhood Bully
Bob Dylan

Well, the neighborhood bully, he’s just one man,
His enemies say he’s on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive.
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin,
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He’s wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He’s always on trial for just being born.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he’ll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
‘Cause there’s a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don’t get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won’t be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

What’s anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin’, they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.

In Bob Dylan: Infidels, 1983

jueves, noviembre 02, 2006

11 años

Poco después de la destrucción del Templo de Jerusalén a mano de Nabucodonosor y los babilonios en el año 586 a.E.C. y del exilio de buena parte de la población de Judea de su tierra ancestral, la siguiente catástrofe sucedió:

“Al pueblo que quedó en la tierra de Judá y que había dejado Nabucodonosor, rey de Babilonia, le puso por gobernador a Guedaliá, hijo de Ajicam, hijo de Safán. Todos los jefes de tropas y sus hombres oyeron que el rey de Babilonia había puesto por gobernador a Guedaliá y fueron donde Guedaliá a Mispá: Ismael, hijo de Netanyá, Yojanán, hijo de Caréaj, Serayá, hijo de Tanjumet el netofita, Yaazanyá de los Maajatitas, ellos y sus hombres. Guedaliá les hizo un juramento, a ellos y a sus hombres, y les dijo: No temáis nada de los siervos de los caldeos, quedaos en el país y servid al rey de Babilonia, y os irá bien. Pero en el mes séptimo, Ismael, hijo de Netanyá, hijo de Elisamá, que era de linaje real, vino con diez hombres e hirieron de muerte a Guedaliá, así como a los judíos y caldeos que estaban con él, en Mispá. Entonces todo el pueblo, desde el más pequeño al más grande, y los jefes de tropas se levantaron y se fueron a Egipto, porque tuvieron miedo de los caldeos.” (Reyes II, 25.22-26)

El ayuno del séptimo mes” (Zacarías 8.19) es el tercer día del mes de Tishrí, ya que en él fue muerto Gedaliah hijo de Ajicam. ¿Y quién le mató? Ismael hijo de Netanyá lo mató. Esto viene a enseñarnos que la muerte de los justos tiene el mismo peso que la destrucción de la casa de nuestro Dios (el Templo). (Talmud Bavlí, Rosh Hashaná 18b)

Primer Ministro Isaac Rabín z''l (Marzo 1, 1922-Nov. 4, 1995)
ראש ממשלת ישראל יצחק בן נחמיה ורוזה רבין ז''ל
י''ד במרחשון תשנ''ה

O Captain! My Captain!

Walt Whitman

1

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.



2


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;


Here Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

3


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.