The Riots In The Cities

Aside from some added traffic and re-routing of buses, the city is generally quiet. We live in Tel Aviv next door to a predominantly black and immigrant neighborhood. On my way home last night, as I walked through the neighborhood, there were no issues with anyone on the street or on buses. If you look at the videos, the protests have actually a small number of people, 100-200 people or so per site max. There is also an interesting article that talks about how the non-Ethiopian Arab and Jewish players are directing the protests and riots.

As I see it, these protests are not about the kid who was killed, but basic neglect by the Netanyahu administration at making sure that all people are respected and understand that everyone has a place in the society.

Over the years there has been racism and abuse. The government has not reached out to communities affected after abuse and has not done anything to rectify the abuse by police of marginalized communities: Arab or Jew. Thus, there had to come a time, when someone would take this can of kerosene and would light it.

This is a dangerous situation because the divisions can be exploited and can harm society for a long time to come. Although it a tiny percentage of people rioting, and many of them are not Ethiopian, the perception created by headlines and videos is that it is only Ethiopians, creating a dangerous backlash and divisions that can take a long time to heal.

We are people who suffered too much in lands foreign to us. It is no time to blame, it is no time to hate, it is no time to burn. It is time for the administration to step up and figure out a way to resolve the longstanding grievances and the system that creates the abuses and fix it. Because if they let it fester, and ignore it, it will only get worse and work against us in the worst possible moment.

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No Longer A Stranger in a Stranger’s Land

She turned to me and tears were streaming from her eyes. The thought that someone would say, that she never never felt trauma pierced her deeply. I never meant her, I simply meant, anyone who has not felt that, is lucky.

I was at a Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Remembrance event at the Tel Aviv Museum of the Diaspora on the campus of Tel Aviv University. An elderly gentleman who survived the war by pretending to be a Catholic boy at a convent in Belgium. He was on the board of Righteous Among the Nations and after his recounting of his father’s death and his survival, we broke into groups to talk about how we felt. A third were international students studying at NYU program in Dubai and Israel, a third were Israelis and a third were Tel Aviv students and random people.

There is a black girl with a star of david, short hair with top of it bleached told us of her time growing up in Belgium, feeling racism there, feeling lack of any thought to the harm caused in Congo and other colonies. She spoke of her trauma as a Tutsie and that it is ok to deal with it, it is for the perpetrators to feel guild and it is not on the victim to make the perpetrators feel ok.

There was a girl with a German friend whose grandfather was a Nazi, who may have contributed to killing thousands but now the two are friends who had to decide, if it was ok to be friends.

There is an Israeli wearing Teva’s whose Romanian grandparents never got to tell their stories, of relatives dying by being starved. There was a host who translated the Haggadah to her Russian grandparents, realizing that we are all freed slaves.

There was the American blond blue eyed kid, for whom it was the first time hearing a survival story. Who knew that every time someone said “White American without trauma” we meant him and all the white men and women who feel entitled to power and more than equal system that allows them to dole out punishment and then have us feel guilty for daring to make them feel shame.

And the American black girl, who has had decades of repression her skin, of her character and of her story. She can never be fully free in her own country and cannot even express her trauma because white men and women will crush her with hatred for daring to make them think about their actions, about her hurt. Few people on earth feel as downtrodden as the American black people, who face up hill battle to get education, to get a job, to vote and to feel their truth.

I took a bus down the quiet streets of my country. All shops are closed, because on a day that we remember, when half of our people, men and women were born a crime and killed without a trial or a second thought, when we survived, thanks to the fact, that Germany attacked all countries, not just us, a day when bars are closed, cafe’s a still, the city is in a moment of silence for all who died. I think how lucky I am, to be in my country, that is not perfect, surviving did not make us saints, but in my country where I am free, where I am represented, where I am protected. How lucky am I and how important it is, to work to keep that luck, to not lose as my ancestors did, to not end up again, a stranger in a strangers land.

Am Yisrael Chai!

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Enemy of My Enemy is Not My Friend A Rabbi shot in the hand, an 8-year-old girl who moved from Sderot and her 32-year-old uncle visiting from Israel, a mother with a 22-year-old who shielded the Rabbi with her body: are these the victims of the right or the left. He was a teenager, 19, with the freedom to carry an automatic rifle with pure hatred of a people because of propaganda online with a clear right-wing ideology and a fan of New Zealand anti-Muslim killer. He radicalized online, on Facebook and Twitter. These companies cannot take down that hate because it originates from the base of the President. It originates from people like Congressman Jim Jordan, a well-known anti-semite.

I look on twitter and who do we focus on? New York Times cartoon, a barely literate Congresswoman Omar and Congresswoman Rashid. These are people also hated by the same killers. This killer would have killed Omar and Rashid as he was moved by the writings of the New Zealand killer.

We confuse the antisemitism of the left and of the right as the same thing, they are not. The antisemitism of the left is easy to spot, it is anti-Israel and confuses all Jews for supporters of Israel. They say they have no qualms with Jews, they clearly lack the understanding that being Jewish can be a religion and ethnicity, that Jews are also Semitic and that Jews come from Israel and that we are not colonizers but returning refugees. BDS and left anti-Israel activists say they have no issues with Jews living anywhere but in Israel.

The far-right ideologues are the opposite, they are fine with Jews living in Israel but nowhere else. They are fine with Jews living in Israel but having no power or influence. The difference between the methods of the left and the right are stark. Whereas the left leave leaflets and protest and boycott in a peaceful manner, the right takes out arms and attacks with deadly force. But just as the people in America are confused by the rhetoric, confused by the ethnic and religious duality of Jewish people, confused by the ignorance of the lack of information, in the same way, are Americans of all creeds and religions confused by the differences in the two hateful ideologies.

The difference is important. To Israel, the threat is from the left as it funds and supports terrorism. To diaspora around the world, the threat is from the right that has tried to purge the Jewish refugees from their midst since their exile from Israel by Romans 2000 years ago.

I repeat, the differences are important and Jews and all who fight for equality and respect in the United States must understand them, must understand who and where and how is attacking them to battle them in the legal arena and in the press. By treating them as one and the same, we will continue to fail on both fronts because if we call them one and the same, both will have the ability to deflect an attack.

“Never Again” has lost its meaning. From Israel to Pittsburgh to San Diego, the prayer hall where I put a kippa and a tallit, “Never Again” has become Again and Again. If we want to stop the next time, we must learn from the past, we must stop saying and doing the same failed actions, and defend ourselves from these threats. Defense from a knife is different from defense from a gun. Let’s know when to use which defense, so that we can say Never Again, and mean it. We must demand action from the left on Israel and from the right on antisemitism. Action like re-instating the DOJ task force monitoring and prosecuting the white supremacists that Trump and Sessions dismantled. We must all as a united force monitor events and demand specific actions to ensure they do not happen again. Empty words will no longer do. Empty words will not do help the Rabbi, nor the 8-year-old girl, nor her uncle, nor the 22-year-old daughter without a mother. If we say “Never Again” we must mean it and act on it.

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Response to Mr. Rafael Castro.

Dear Mr. Rafael Castro,

I read your “open letter” to me and my people. While I appreciate the sentiment, your love for our land and your advice, I feel you misunderstand Israel and Jewish people in a few very important ways.

You see, I have been to Mexico. And while I love tacos and tequila, but I would never say to you, that you and all Mexicans without exception should make Tequila and Tacos your sole purpose in life because you are the originators and masters of tacos and tequila. I believe that you, like many people who come to Israel, see Israel and Jewish people through a specific prism — a personal prism of your personal life. While you saw the land and culture that created the Freud, the Einstein and the religion of Abraham and Moses, you missed the fact that those are exceptions to the rule, not the rule. Just as George Washington and Abraham Lincoln are not the average Americans, those figures that you spoke of, are not the average Jews, they are the rare but very important exceptions. In fact, the entire reason for Israel as conceived by Theodore Herzl, is so that for once, Jewish people would not be expected to rise to be special to be valued, but instead could be like Mexican, Indian and Russian people in Mexico, India or Russia: free to be mediocre.

You see, I believe that in your time in Israel, you missed the very things that I through my prism saw when I first came to Israel: Jewish cab drivers, Jewish street workers, Jewish artists. And not the great ones, but terrible street artists who will never be great and always have the freedom to be happy and mediocre. This is because for all the time that we lived without a nation, we had to prove ourselves as being worthy of having land, of having a place to live, of being given a chance at life. For that reason we had to prove to people that we are somehow special. We showed as evidence for that Abrahamic faith and our great science exploits. However, we are not unique in inventing a religion, nearly every culture had one, and no less interesting and important than ours. You yourself will know that Aztecs and Mayans had amazing written language, science, culture and religion. While we do have many science and engineering prizes, and do slightly better than others, but that was by necessity, not by choice. Furthermore, we do not have even close to the most inventions, China, France, Russia and America outnumber our inventions by many factors.

We are good at marketing ourselves that is true, but that is again, by necessity, in order to survive centuries of antisemitism as we sought refuge in distant lands. It is thanks to Israel, to the blood we shed in pure and simple warfare, through hard fought diplomacy and persistence of Jewish farmers, the simple people, that all Jewish people are now valued, regardless of their adherence to Jewish faith or their success in arts and sciences. It is in Israel that Jewish people aspire to create a nation where all Jews are valued just as Mexicans aspire to create a country where all Mexicans are valued and America where all Americans are valued, regardless of their economic, artistic, or scientific contribution.

I hope that you will take these words to heart, and take away the high bar of expectations that you placed on us, and allow me and my people, the simple benefit of being simple people, in our land, without any expectations other than being human, as imperfect as we are.

As for the liberal ideas of humanity, there are plenty of people of Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, Atheist and all other backgrounds, who are equally capable of spreading the simple idea of kindness, compassion and respect. 

Sincerely yours,

Sam Litvin

Writer and Photographer of Your Story, Our Sipur

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Cloudy With a Chance of Missiles

Bars are full, 5 minutes after an alarm and a missile that landed a few hundred meters from this spot.

It’s nine o’clock on Thursday night. Friday night in the Middle East. The weekend’s here and all are heading home or with their kids, or out and about at bars. I’m with my fellow students, walking on wet walkways of our University. The skies are almost clear, the moon is out. It’s fresh and quiet when the siren begins to make its whine. We freeze. We are between the buildings and three thoughts stream to our minds: is this a real siren, which building do we go to, are our loved ones safe?

We see a building ahead of us where I know to be a shelter, we walk towards it as we call our loved ones. “Go to a shelter,” I tell my wife. She runs down the stairs. The shelter is closed. “I don’t have a key. I don’t have a key.” The line goes dead. We are in front of the doors, the guard on the other side, won’t let us in. We stare at him as one of the girls, falls into a panic attack, flack back to a previous terror attack. Then we hear it. Explosive boom, not far, it shakes the ground. Then siren is quiet. I call and call and call. No answer. What have I done I think, bringing her here?

We make our way to parking structure under a Natural History Museum resembling a Noah’s Ark. We get in a car and I get a message, “go to the shelter”. We stop the car and check if this is true if another siren sounded while we were in the parking lot. “I’m at a neighbor, in the basement.” I am relieved and want to get home fast.

We drive through the city, half silent because of rain, half out and drinking because it is a Thursday night. Out as if nothing happened. My fellow students, field calls from parents, spouses, kids. They do their best to calm them. We get messages from Arab friends, emails from bosses, from the school. “Elections are near, some people are interested in making an issue,” one email says.

We drive through the quiet night and frantically search for news on Twitter, Facebook, Google. Two rockets passed through the night sky, Islamic Jihad is blamed, they deny it. Some Israelis began with humor at the situation, a kid fell off his electric scooter in front of Dizengoff fountain because of a siren, people laugh on twitter at the video. Other jokes abound: “One rocket intercepted, the other one is still looking for parking.”

But thoughts creep in as I arrive at home. How do we sleep? I’m wearing a shirt, my shorts are at the ready. How do I shower? Do I make it quick? What if another alarm goes off? We now discuss where to hide, which way our windows face. These questions grip the city, every family and home. The shelter rooms are opened and cleaned out in the new homes. Old homes review their procedures and shelters in their basements are opened up again. Parents of kids who have been through this before, calm their children who are at shock’s door. The ones for whom this is a first, are shocked and are on edge. New parents are faced with a brand new fear they never had. Parents with older kids face a fear that lay dormant for two years. Parents of kids in the Army, await the morning and commanders orders.

Meanwhile, the families on the other side of the fence, wonder, what hell hath fury brought. What will be a response from a mighty military that a nation will expect to have a swift response? We are all hostages, we are all in terror, brought out of the comfortable life, oblivious to how one bleary oscillating sound and one big boom can snap you into action, terror, flight.

A boy of ten years old, ran for shelter, was hit by a car driven by a parent on their way home. We cannot be afraid, but we cannot stop it either. We are the Russian kids of 1942 Leningrad, of 1941 Pearl Harbor, of 1939 Warsaw and London. We hear the sirens that they heard, we hear the explosions that promise death. We wonder if this will be a one-off thing or something that’s much longer, deadlier and sinister. We go to bed, clinging to each other, not really sleeping, not resting.. waiting, for tomorrow. And yet, in the New York Times, in Boston Herald, on NPR and Guardian, there’s no mention of the rockets, of fears, our terror. All is quiet in the west, we are alone, we wait alone, together.

Update: it was an accidental firing in North Gaza. Bibi knew this but bombed poor Gazans in the south all night to make himself look good for election. Gaza bombed poor people of Sderot in retaliation. All is quiet and we all feel as pawns in this silly game.

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The 2500 killed in Israel every year that no one talks about.

Yeshiva boys walking outside of pollution haze of Haifa in the background.

It’s an early Wednesday morning when I put on my shoes and pop in my head phones. I turn on my running app and begin my morning stride down a street in south Tel-Aviv. By the time I get to Eilat Street near the beach, in spite of years of running, my lungs fill up with heavy air and I have to slow down. At the same time, at home my wife is sick again. It seems every two weeks or so she comes down with respiratory disease of some sort. We’re both suffering from same thing that many Israelis who fear terrorism, suffer without knowing it: the air is rich in particulate matter.

In spite of all the wonderful news about Israel and their environmental tech, they are still reliant on coal, 50% as of 2014 with plans to eliminate it by 2030 according to Times of Israel. However today, there are still over 2000 people a year who die in the area between Ashdod and Tel-Aviv every year according to Haaretz. In Haifa, 15% of cancer cases are attributed air pollution. Israel is dead last of all OECD countries in quality of air. How can StartUp Nation, an intelligent and small country, afford to lose so many people while expending so many resources to fighting the comparatively rare occurrence of terrorism? The Jewish diaspora is quick to defend Israel from outside hate and threats, but it seems to be ignorant of the internal threats and self inflicted harm that costs Israel every year 3.3% of the country’s GDP.

The damage is not just from coal, but from heavy reliance on diesel which powers the large amount of trucks, trains and buses that pass through Tel Aviv narrow streets. The city and it’s surroundings account for 42% of Israel’s population . All of them are exposed to high pollution from cars and passing planes which have been linked to premature deaths, Dementia and Alzheimer’s.

What are some of the reasons for this? One reason is protectionism. While Israel now has the natural gas to solve the issue, enough that it exports it to Egypt and Jordan, the several hundred coal jobs hold heavy sway in politics, which is why it will take 12 years to transition away from coal, gas and diesel. The temporary jobs of a thousand Israeli workers will cost as many as 30,000 Israeli lives in the next 12 years. This is nearly 10 times more than all the Israelis killed in all the combat since 1948. A few hundred jobs and a few million dollars in profit for a few individuals will cost Israeli citizens $42,000,000,000 US Dollars. That’s twice the entire annual spending of Israeli government.

I love living in Israel. So does my wife. Having lived on three continents and traveled to over 40 countries, there’s no place that makes me feel at home like Israel. After making Alija and putting in the hard work to become Israelis, we thought long and hard about whether we can make a home here and how that will be living far from our parents and friends in US. But health is important, and so we have to ask ourselves, is our health and children’s health is more important than comfort. Do we stay and be sick or leave and be healthy? That is a question that no Israeli should every have to ask themselves.

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The Challenge of Learning Hebrew

I always felt that I was good at languages until I came to Israel.

I was born in Ukraine and learned to speak Russian and Ukrainian almost simultaneously. I moved to the US at ten and learned English to a point that most don’t know I was born outside of the United States. In middle school and high school, I took French, and I can still converse in it. Conversational Spanish and Portuguese I picked up in my travels. I even took Chinese and thought it to be fairly simple and easy to learn. But Hebrew, the language of my forefathers, In Hebrew I learned my match.

I faced difficulty learning it while traveling and working on the book. I looked into the prayer books and tried to make it out. I wrote down the alphabet but that didn’t help. I finally decided to go to classes where once a week, I learned to read, letter by letter, I learned to pronounce foreign words. Each word came out slowly, laboriously. I thought I was ready for Israel, but I soon learned that being to read HaTikva, means nothing. It means nothing when trying to get around when paying for services or reading a menu. I also learned that hundreds of hours spent on Duolingo made me no more capable of answering people when they asked for directions. After a year in Israel, I thought I would be virtually fluent, but I was virtually mute.

You see, most Israelis that I work with, have no patience to teach me. We have to work and converse and so we switch to English after a few pleasantries. I use Google translate for difficult things and so I learned to get by. I was waiting also for my Alija (immigration) to come through. I was waiting because I thought that Ulpan (Hebrew School) is expensive. I was sad to find out that the government Ulpan is generally very good and very affordable compared to University and private classes. And so it was a year after arriving in Israel that I began my Hebrew journey.

Twice a week in a class full of French and Russian young people, I waded through the learning of how to read and write, how to speak, how to answer questions. Let me tell you, it is no piece of cake.

Hebrew is an ancient language. It is built to “make sense” which makes it very difficult to learn. It lacks vowels to save space and is written left to right, both reasons thought to be because it was a language developed before paper, and so was etched into stone. It has fewer consonants as well, this makes words look and sound similar to each other as there are fewer sounds. Then the grammar, which has prefixes, suffixes, and endings. The prefixes and endings sound also the same and vary a lot for the female and male gender. The female and male gender are not consistent and neither are endings for the nouns, adjectives, and verbs. The verbs can be irregular and they modify the adjectives and nouns depending on who or how many people speak. The adjectives also switch their placement compared to English. It is the upside-down language that requires a consistent practice that is hard to find when working on two simultaneous graduate degrees.

After four months, it is starting to come together. I am starting to hear more words when people speak and I am starting to find it easier to speak with others. I find it also with a little effort, possible to read more complex text at a faster rate. I have a long way to go but one of my big goals and greatest challenges is starting to make progress. With effort and practice, I hope to be conversational, come October, our two-year mark.

As a Jew in Israel, there are many difficult things I find here. The language is the toughest. It gives me perspective on my parents and others who emigrate in their mid-thirties, the difficulties they find in learning a language and providing for their family. These are not weak people, this takes hard work and America and Israel are lucky to have the type of people who were able to do so. Because from first-hand experience, by the number of people I saw drop out of my Hebrew classes and give up on learning the language, it is far from everyone who can adapt, learn and thrive.

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Jewish Kochin-Portuguese India

I land in Kochin and the curry and smoke smell of India hits me as I step off the plane. I’ve been to India twice before, but this is the first time to the long-awaited south. The airport is new and clean, with lots of light coming through large windows reflecting off the polished black marble floors, a staple of Indian high class. It’s like usual India but better, a stark difference to previous trips. A life-size statue of a decorated elephant greeted me before I reached the immigration. The electronic visa area was set up to the side of the regular visa area. It had plush couch seats and a gentleman was talking to me in a chair of a desk that was not quite right, with a railing and a camera situated such that neither one of us could see each other without straining our necks to see above the railing or squishing in the see to see bellow. A superior came over and then a few others as there were no other people to question and they didn’t have anything else to do. They asked me questions about my business and what I would be doing. Once I gave them my business card, they let me through. It’s always good to be a CEO, even of a company that no longer exists.

Jewish Kerela Click on image to view album.

I was out of the airport and when I didn’t see a sign for Sam, I was slightly disappointed. I had grand visions of having a sign and being lead out of the airport like a VIP. When I didn’t see the sign I realized that I did not know what my guide looked like! I thought of alternatives, maybe Mariya, the Belorussian steward from Qatar Airways might help? But she and all other crew were gone, and I was realizing that I am all alone. All of a sudden, a man with short hair who looked a bit like Mohannad, asked if I was Sam. It was Deepak! I was saved! Our driver came to get us and we plunged into the mess that is Kerela roads. The country road was an ever-present city with cars, motorcycles, trucks, and buses passing each other banked by large trees and intermittent shops. No stop signs, no dividers, no stoplights- just ever moving chaos, the default in a country with so many people.

After about an hour we reached our first destination. A quiet village with an old old cemetery near an abandoned quarry. Overgrown and slowly disappearing into nature. Slowly we started to make out the graves and headstones camouflaged in the brown and tan growth around the perimeter, each marked with Hebrew inscriptions. I couldn’t make most out but I could read names. There was a sense of peace and quiet, but also of abandonment. I snapped pictures and we moved on to the next stop.

We drove over to the synagogue nearby. The village was built around it. The village didn’t have a road before, it had a ferry station which was the village port and how all villages began back in the day, by being next to a waterway. The synagogue, white with an angled red-tiled roof. You had to pay an entrance fee as they are under the care of the government and the cultural authority. It was small with seating according to Masorti tradition, on the sides with a slated beemah in the center. Not too hot as the windows were designed to allow the air to pass through and cool the building. The ark was wood and intricately carved. The woman’s section was at the top where there was also a room for studies and storage. The circular window that usually at the front was a Bharati wheel.

While we were there, three Indian girls came in. I asked if they were Jewish. They were not.

“What brought you guys here?” I asked

“We have heard of this place and Jewish people, we were curious.”

The synagogue museum, was doing its job.

Next to the synagogue is the home of Bezalel Eliahu and his wife Bat Zion. They met in Israel, both emigrated there and made a living in Ashqelon working in developing the agriculture capability of Israel. The dining room wall in his home was covered with pictures of his family and dignitaries: him with Ben Gurion, Narendra Modi, and many other officials. He bought this house next to the synagogue after decades being away, which was the house he grew up in and he comes here for the summers. His daughter lives in Vancouver and granddaughters passed up American college for service IDF and Hebrew University. He told me that he taught his children to give, just as he was brought up and he said that he was asked by the President of India: “give back something to the motherland”.

“Four words: we give respect to all, and all give respect to us.”

In this town, four religions lived side by side in peace. The Muslims built a mosque on the side of the street as to not disrespect the synagogue. Eliahu said how once a group of Americans came and asked how this was possible. He said: “Four words: we give respect to all, and all give respect to us.” She was a Holocaust survivor and she broke into tears upon hearing this.

We drove to the next largest synagogue about 40 minutes away. It was in another river town with a Jewish street where hundreds of Jews once lived. The synagogue had several parts, an entrance around which the rabbi’s house was built, a storeroom with a women’s study above, from which there was an elevated walkway to the main women’s section. There was also access to a secret room above the hall. From the women’s section, you could walk down a staircase into a large hall with an intricately carved wooden ark with a crown top. There was a simple carved beam made out of slots and a wooden carved and flower decorated the ceiling, a staple of their architecture.

Copies of copper plates that made the contract with the Kerela king and the community were on display, signifying the long tradition between Jews and the people of Kerela. An Indian woman who worked there was showing us around. She seemed to know a lot about the Jewish people having studied History in college. She was employed by the government of India which ran the synagogue as a government museum. It was nice to see how well the government took care of the Jewish past, even in this tiny small town far from any tourist attraction.

She told me how this synagogue was rebuilt in the 1600s after destruction by the Portuguese before the Inquisition. The Kerela people called the destruction and massacre a shame and abomination. Thus after the Portuguese left, the synagogue was rebuilt according to Kerela architectural style with wooden ellipses under the sloped roof, just like the Taj hotel. The street with similar houses was a vibrant Jewish community until 1948, when most of them left for Israel.

We made an hour drive to new Kochin passing fishermen and rice farms which lined the river. The city was on the large bay with new buildings where we got onto a ferry to the old colonial Cochin. Old Cochin was on another side of the wide bay with a Taj Hotel on an island in the middle of the bay. We passed large transport tanker ships docked waiting to relieve their load and awaiting new items to ship. The old Kochin was composed of small one or two-story buildings and narrow chaotic streets. Our rickshaw navigated the chaos with honks of the horn, sometimes getting stuck with other rickshaws, requiring us to get out and push them apart. As we neared the Jewish area, more and more Muslims appeared. We reached “Jew Town” demarcated a large sign and throngs of tourists. The street was wide with and filled with foreigners that we saw for the first time. We walked through one of the trinket shops that became a cafe and then a bookstore and turned out to be a shortcut to the famous Paradesi Synagogue.

The entrance to the synagogue was again apart from the main building. In front of the building was a large clock tower with a distinctive watchtower above it and a Jewish cemetery to facing the entrance. To the side of the entrance was a room with large painted panels showing episodes from the history of the Kochin Jews with the background on who they were and how they settled in Kochin. One of the panels told the story of Jews were nearly wiped out in the 1100s in an event where 40,000 Jews were killed by Muslims with only 11,000 surviving and swimming to safety to find safety from the king of Kerela.

The synagogue itself was beautifully blue walls and tiles with gold embroidered cloth on the beemah and an intricately carved ark and roof but with bright colors. Every ceramic tile on the floor was decorated with pictures. Unlike other synagogues, there were many people visiting this one. When we entered, we saw a group of Israelis on the right side praying and giving Kadish. No pictures were allowed as the man in charge, (not Jewish) was collecting money for a copy of copper plates and small poor quality pictures.

Afterward, we walked down the street lined with trinket sellers and found Sarah. Sarah is the 97-year-old last living Jew in “Jew town”. She was nice and smiled. She looked even older. She said “you bring us food and we will eat it” Her helper Tada was there with her. I took pictures of them. He had been helped by Ralphy and other Jews in town and was now taking care of Sarah and her legacy. He showed us the living accommodations showing that same floor plan was for most Jews in Kochin. He gave me a copy of the history of Jews and signed it and then took us to an old synagogue that was taken apart and now sits in the Israel Museum. There was some Jewish street art with Hebrew writing on it and inside, stripped bare, holes in the roof allowed the hundreds of pigeons to make it a home. We then stopped by the post office where I got a stamp stamped with a date and a Magen David. Tada proudly told me that this is the only post office in India that has a Magen David as their official stamp.

“Jewish people were nice and friendly people. When they left, the happiness left with them.”

We got back on a rickshaw and made our way back to the ferry. The driver talked to my guide about how had lived here among the Jews when they were still here. I asked what people felt after the Jews left. I assumed it was a stupid question. I assumed he would say nothing happened, things remained essentially the same. But that’s not what he said. “Jewish people were nice and friendly people. When they left, the happiness left with them.” He said. This profoundly struck me. I felt that somehow Jewish people abandoned their Indian hood. That they in a way abandoned people who valued them. At the same time, Jewish people like Indian people seek their homeland, a place that is theirs, surrounded by their culture, their land, and their history.

We got off the rickshaw, got a ticket for the ferry in the men’s line and then got into the waiting cage for the people who are getting on the ferry. The ferry or a boat that feels more like a water bus came over and we got on. At this point we had an issue, Deepak’s phone battery died and we had to contact the driver. As we fumbled, the woman across from us without a word gave us a safety pin off of her sari with a smile, helping us pop the sim card from his phone and put it into mine. But I didn’t have his contacts. We decided we’d wait for his driver to call and in the meantime, in the meantime we would go to the last stop to meet Elias Josephai or Babu at his synagogue.

The synagogue was a five-minute ride by rickshaw. We walked down a marketplace alley where everything is sold that comes from the dock at a much cheaper rate than when it is sold in Mumbai or other stores. As we walked down a narrow alley, it opened up. On the right side among all the shops, behind a fence was an interesting looking building with red-brick outlines around windows. I began to take pictures of it and unbeknownst to me, this was the synagogue. We walked around and entered an alleyway where the entrance was under a red sloped roof. At the entrance were different plants, part of Babu’s plant store.

Once we enter, there were dozens of aquariums. Babu ran the aquarium store in the front room. Then we walked in and entered a beautiful synagogue. Unlike Paradesi synagogue which was accented with blue colts inside, this one was accented in red, with red cloth, Magen-David decorated Beema, red tiles on the floor and red carvings on the ceiling.

As we entered the synagogue, I saw Babu and the older couple who we saw in the outskirts of Cochin synagogue. The balding white-haired man was hunched and took many pictures with his SLR while his wife talked to Babu. The old man and his wife live in Minaseret Zion, where I also have relatives. They were visiting because the man was born in India and saw himself as an Indian Jew. The synagogue moved him to tears and he thanked Babu for keeping it open and for restoring it. Babu lead us through a photo album that cataloged the restoration of the synagogue, showing how a Hindu master donated to the synagogue and a Muslim man donated the beautiful lights. He told us how a friend of a friend made oil lamps just as the ones that used to light the synagogue.

“They were not happy, they were at peace but not happy.”

I talked to him about why Jews left. I said Jews were persecuted in so many places, why would they leave this place if they are happy. “They were not happy, they were at peace but not happy. They never purchased land or made large investments. They were very religious and knew that one day they could move back. “

Babu then spoke of a few other Jews who live around India, each with a large business today and that is why they continue to stay. He told me about his hope: that this synagogue, would be replicated in Israel where 500,000 Indian Jews live. He hoped that this beauty would be appreciated and that the culture that Jewish Indians created could continue to live on in Israel.

I asked about the Chabad. According to Babu, the Chabad rabbi was forced to leave by the Muslim Imam’s who are in much control of the city and are not as friendly as they once were. Perhaps the East European Orthodoxy just did not gel as well with locals as the Mizrahi Jews who lived here for centuries. Ominously, the day after the Chabad rabbi left, the Muslim cleric’s sons died in an auto accident.

We left with much feeling after such a beautiful synagogue and such heartfelt conversations. We walked down the market street, bought a Cochin delicacy, of coconut oil fried bananas and spicy nuts. We got me some cash and a sim card and met with the driver as Deepak had a chance to charge his phone at the synagogue. We got in the car at 18:55. I thought I had another hour, plenty of time to catch the train. But when I checked the time on my printout and was shocked to realize that my train departure was at 19:00! Deepak tried to relax me saying the train is always late, but Danesh stepped on it and the two of them got me through the serpentine of Cochin streets to the train station where my train was waiting for me. As I stepped onto the train car, the car began to move, we didn’t have a second to spare. My visit was brief, but the experience was as rich as the culture of Kerela’s Jewish people.

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Jews and MLK

The story of the wealthy Jew, the influential Jew of United States would not be a reality if not for MLK. Remember that before the civil rights act, before the work of Martin Luther King Jr, a Jew (Leo Frank) could be strung up in Georgia in front a crowd and nothing would happen to those who killed him. Before Martin Luther King, Jews could be singled out the way Mexican and Central Americans are today, and prevented from emigrating even in the midst of Genocide, as was the reality due to the Immigration act of 1924. Before MLK and his work, Jewish people could be excluded from buying homes in areas like La Jolla California, attending Universities like Harvard, participating in Fraternities like Pi Kappa Alpha or being part of country clubs like Rancho Santa Fe country club. 

Jewish communities often speak that they marched with Martin Luther King Jr. Reality is that they did not march for him or for black people, they marched for their own rights which at the moment were not guaranteed and often trampled on. If it was not for the sacrifice of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, the wealthy and influential Jewish people who are in fraternities, who are country club members, who live in wealthy neighborhoods of New York, Los Angeles and San Diego, the wealthy and influential Jewish people who contribute to politics and Israel, whose kids attend Stanford and Harvard, these people, simply would not exist. 

So as a Jew and an American, I owe a deep deep debt of gratitude to the work and sacrifices of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. And if you are Jewish, you do as well. 

The story of the wealthy Jew, the influential Jew of United States would not be a reality if not for MLK. Remember that before the civil rights act, before the work of Martin Luther King Jr, a Jew (Leo Frank) could be strung up in Georgia in front a crowd and nothing would happen to those who killed him. Before Martin Luther King, Jews could be singled out the way Mexican and Central Americans are today, and prevented from emigrating even in the midst of Genocide, as was the reality due to the Immigration act of 1924. Before MLK and his work, Jewish people could be excluded from buying homes in areas like La Jolla California, attending Universities like Harvard, participating in Fraternities like Pi Kappa Alpha or being part of country clubs like Rancho Santa Fe country club.

Jewish communities often speak that they marched with Martin Luther King Jr. Reality is that they did not march for him or for black people, they marched for their own rights which at the moment were not guaranteed and often trampled on. If it was not for the sacrifice of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, the wealthy and influential Jewish people who are in fraternities, who are country club members, who live in wealthy neighborhoods of New York, Los Angeles and San Diego, the wealthy and influential Jewish people who contribute to politics and Israel, whose kids attend Stanford and Harvard, these people, simply would not exist. 

So as a Jew and an American, I owe a deep deep debt of gratitude to the work and sacrifices of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. And if you are Jewish, you do as well. 

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As Linda Sarsour Speaks, Jews of America Need to Consider Plan B

BDS is dehumanization of Jewish people of Israel. It states that the beginning of peace cannot come until an end of Jewish habitation of their ancient homeland. Sarsour stating this at the women’s march is the definition of normalized antisemitism because it takes Jewish people and makes them less than human, makes them the only ethnicity on earth that a large portion of America feels that they are not deserving of their own homeland and that the path to that is Ethnic Cleansing. Normalization of antisemitism is exemplified here publicly and proudly: genocide and ethnic cleansing is ok against Jewish people in Israel. The two sides, the majority of Trump’s supporters and Linda Sarsour now agree on one thing: their antisemitic feelings. And the people in the middle are going along with it. It is now more unpopular to defend Jews than to go after them. What is worse is that majority of American Jewish people are not aware of the feelings of their fellow Americans toward them. This shift has been slow and steady. The attacks have been slow and increasing and constant.
So the question of what to do at this point? Well, those who see what is happening have to do two things: they have to fight and plan for the worst. They need to understand that Jewish people who don’t see what is happening, are choosing not to see and will not see it. They need to work for a better day but also remember history and begin making plans for leaving the United States. I do not say this lightly, I say this because I have seen and spoken with too many people who lost their families because they did not see Germans becoming genocidal maniacs, because they did not see their neighbors turning to murder, but Germans did become genocidal maniacs and their neighbors in Germany, France, Netherlands, Hungary, turned them in and their neighbors in Lithuania, Estonia, Ukraine and Poland slaughtered them. We are the survivors of those who survived. We know better, we must prepare, because we just witnessed a major tipping point in escalation against us, and it is not likely to go back. We have witnessed a full normalization of hate. It is time to protest, it is time to fight, it is also time to prepare to flee or perish.

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