When I left the US to make Aliyah in 1977, I remember saying to myself that some of the problems facing the US seemed insoluble and it just wasn’t my job to fix it.
First and foremost amongst them was race relations, or put simply, the exploding problem in the Black community.
Seas of ink have been spilled on this problem from every angle. Much has been attempted to remedy it – from spending trillions on a myriad of government assistance and preferential treatment to putting millions behind bars..
With all due respect to the scholars, politicians and law enforcement experts , the answer is really simple; family.
With most Black families lacking a man in the house, where is the hope?
What can one expect from a culture that abandons responsibility?
Unfortunately,Baltimore was not the first and will not be the last example of a failed community self destructing.
When I made Aliyah,I knew, that I was not coming to a problem free country.
The problems are indeed existential, but they were the problems of a people returning home from the four corners of the earth; my people.
As an immigrant,I delighted in the in pouring of Russian, Ethiopian, Indian, Peruvian, French and American “Olim”; The great common denominator – we were coming home.
Yesterday there was a demonstration in Jerusalem that turned violent. The trigger was a video of a couple of police brutalizing an Ethiopian soldier on leave. All who saw the film were aghast.
Now, I am aware that those who choose to be policemen or jailers are not the most sensitive or introspective bunch and I have seen plenty of examples of it, both in the US and in Israel. It is probably a universal phenomenon.
Still, Ethiopian Jews dreamed for thousands of years to “return to Jerusalem.” They were not snatched out of Africa to be slaves but were reunited with brothers in Israel. Many walked for weeks across deserts and jungles to come home.. Some did not make it. Families torn apart , sometimes literally by lions, others sold into slavery…
I remember when they arrived. The nicest, modest, fine, sensitive people I have ever met. Family was everything. They had their challenges adjusting to modern life and a new world for sure, but as far as I could see they were welcomed with open arms.
Perhaps I did not see enough. I do believe them when they accuse the police of brutality. I have seen the police in action in Amona, Gush Katif and other places as they brutalized their brothers – of every color. Just give some of these fellows a badge, stick and a wink from his higher ups and the sadistic orgy begins. How they enjoy stomping on the weak.I still find that hard to accept as these are not the Italian and Irish anti Semites I knew in NY. They should be different.
Now that I am home, these problems are indeed my own.
The color of their skin may be the same as those burning Baltimore down, but my Ethiopian brothers and sisters have a Yiddishe neshama that I am obliged to, and do love. They never terrorized Jewish neighborhoods in Brooklyn or mugged my grandfather. These African brothers came home to to us with a pure heart and soul.
Love your fellow Jew as you would yourself. All Jews are responsible for the other. We are all pieces of one soul….
If some of the Israeli cops got a real Jewish education and learned these golden rules, we would be in a different place. Then again, if they were taught thus, how many of them would choose to wield a stick for a living?
A great man once said, “A Jewish fist is necessary, but it must be linked to a Jewish mind and Jewish neshama.
Surely we need cops – good Jewish cops, with good Jewish education. Then their sticks would be holy… as their Jewish neshamot.
Israel would do well to cultivate the Jewish neshama. That would solve just about all our problems.
