I’ve written before about the story of my paternal grandmother’s Holocaust survival. In short, her father, a religious Jew, made friends with the local priest long before the catastrophic events that wiped out Polish Jewry.
As Jews from my family’s village were packed off to the concentration camps, this priest managed to forge papers for my grandmother – then a young teen – and find her a family of righteous Gentiles who risked their lives and the lives of their own families to pretend my grandmother was one of them.
In Melbourne, we Jews are overwhelmingly descended from Holocaust survivors. Outside of Israel, we have the highest number, per-capita, of Holocaust survivors anywhere in the world. And every so often, astonishing tales of survival are punctuated by the memories of righteous Gentiles who, in the face of genocidal Nazism and paroxysms of pan-European hatred, risked everything for us.
Even in those blighted countries that we fled, in which we describe the generalised hatred of us as being imbibed in “mothers’ milk,” there were still people whose extraordinary courage, compassion, and sheer goodness still remind us that we are not alone – that as much as we might try to close ourselves off and turn our backs on the difficulties of living amongst Others – that for both good AND bad, we are inexorably linked with our non-Jewish neighbours and friends.
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Of course, Australia at the close of 2009 is not war-time Europe.
As I wrote in the previous post, we use the term anti-Semitism often without distinguishing between the horrors of genocide, and the trivialities of foolish art.
The long time reader and commenter, Sadducee, points out that we must be able to differentiate between the soft anti-Semitism that annoys or offends, and the hard-anti-Semitism that seeks to strip us of our humanity, through denying our ethnogenesis, our right to a homeland, or through characterisations of us that paint us all as inhuman persecutors.
The latter is what leads to the darker times.
Our inability to distinguish between the two is what robs us of the good-will of the majority that we need in order to function within the broader framework of Australian society.
Yelling and chest-thumping at every small soft-anti-Semitic infraction does not create the atmosphere its practitioners might hope for.
People do not see us as strong and forthright in such circumstances: they see us as people who encroach on others’ freedom of expression.
How do I know this?
I have also written earlier about the problematic situation in which most of our leaders and many others in the community could not name five non-Jewish people with whom they enjoy a close, personal friendship.
This is different from a professional or communal association in which people are less likely to speak their minds. Close personal friendships with non-Jews allow for an exchange of ideas and a bi-directional flow of information about perceptions of Jews in Australia.
That so many of us do not have access to this, renders any opinions we might have on how we are perceived as a community, utterly irrelevant because they are baseless guesses.
Precisely this situations robs us of our agency: we have no way of knowing whether we, as a community are in a good or bad position. By closing ourselves off, we render ourselves powerless.
There are, however, those Jews who do enjoy friendships with non-Jews.
Almost every one of them that I have spoken to shares my feeling that by being out and about in broader society, we often find ourselves explaining things about Judaism to interested non-Jews, combatting false beliefs about Jews or Israel (in a non-adversarial way that actually has a serious, positive impact on the way Israel or Jews are viewed), and generally forming connections with other human beings that bind our fates together.
The efficacy of one patient, informed Jew of good faith in a room full of non-Jews, in debunking myths about our people is enormous.
It has an exponential effect as the original non-Jewish audience become ambassadors on our behalf. No decent non-Jew who has a close Jewish friend will tolerate anti-Semitic remarks in a social or even work environment.
The efficacy, on the other hand, of one of our untrained, unelected leaders, completely divorced from the sensibilities of wider Australia, raining fury on the opinion pages is absolutely nil.
The only possible justification for such actions is to scare people who don’t like us into public silence, temporarily. And it is always temporary.
If it is self evident that Jews out in the world do a lot of good for the community as a whole, it is less clear how Jewish continuity might be maintained under such circumstances.
At the moment, a common refrain heard from recent graduates of Jewish schools is that if they never had any communal involvement again, they’d be happy.
They’re put off the religion, they despise the way things are done generally, and they’re off travelling to find some meaning or joy in life.
The irony is: Judaism itself offers so much joy and meaning – escape from a Jewish community shouldn’t be a necessary path to finding these things.
Since this blog began, the countless numbers of people I’ve spoken to say the same thing: joy and meaning have almost no expression in the community.
There are of course exceptions, such as the shtiebls (small congregations) and other small organisations. There are also the youth movements, which provide one of the very few institutionalised means to finding joy and meaning in Judaism. But youth movement people graduate at 21 and find themselves bereft of meaningful communal structures.
On quite a number of occasions, young and youngish religious Zionists have told me that the “best and brightest” of their lot make Aliya (emigrate to Israel), and those that are left in Australia are not necessarily motivated to enter the communal fray.
Indeed, how many of our young people are prepared to enter this “fray” – the existing institutions?
The institutional leaders themselves admit to a degree of panic at the absence of young blood.
The simple answer is that there is little these larger organisations (except the youth movements) can do to attract young people, simply because official culture is completely at odds with the realities of young Jewish life in Australia.
The levels of outright cynicism or complete apathy among Gen X/Y about anything institutional have surprised me over the past few months.
They are extreme.
And when I talk about institutions, I not only refer to the roof bodies – which most young Jews could not care less about, if they’re even aware of their existence.
I refer particularly to the schools.
The level of animosity the Jewish schools generate among Gen X/Y is an indication that something isn’t working.
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Small groups, however, are springing up to fill the gaps in young people’s Jewish lives. I have written about some of them.
Should such groups reach a critical mass, that they offer a viable alternative network of Jewish living, we may find ourselves with new generations that do not resent the religion, but love it, and do not approach their identity with apathetic resignation, but embrace it.
There is a fire in the belly of most young Jews. Many just don’t have the tools or structures yet, to stoke it.
I am not advocating that we as a community become religious – apart from the undesirability of homogeneity, it is just untenable, considering at least 75% of us are not practising.
But for most of us, gaining more knowledge, peering into the depths of one of the most complex belief systems on earth, and having our history illuminated, is enough to cement our identity, if it’s done well.
If we bring our kids up to love where they come from, to desire more knowledge about our history and beliefs, and do not alienate them completely, they will be able to go into the wider world, forging friendships and networks with non-Jewish Australia, while their Jewish core not only remains strong, but is regularly strengthened.
In essence, to be more Australian, first we need to learn how to be more Jewish.
We need more than just the companionship of people who share our genetic heritage. And we need the companionship of those who are different from us.
When we do eventually find this balance, so much soft anti-Semitism will disappear, and so will much of the threat of assimilation.
A beautiful irony indeed.
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Off-blog projects demand I take a hiatus from the blog for a while. Comments will still be welcome.
Meanwhile keep your eyes open for the latest emerging scandal that may or may not have some serious implications for the community – particularly the Orthodox.
It all started with the JCCV reaching out to the GLBT (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender) community in the spirit of inclusion.
Of course, the recent expose on ABC Radio National about the JCCV’s previous bad behaviour, and a nasty Jewish homophobic web site may have inspired this spirit of good will – and sudden reversal of a decade-long policy of pretending that Jewish GLBT don’t exist.
That sort of good faith was ably matched by GLBT representative, Michael Barnett, who systematically alienated the JCCV, the mainstream media, government agencies, and finally, other Jewish GLBT.
Ultimately, the only people wanting to receive Barnett’s missives were non-Jewish GLBT activists, some of whom may or may not traverse the permeable border with the extreme left.
Particularly delightful in all of this was Michael’s identification of Orthodox Jews and Orthodoxy as massively homophobic across the board.
As far as I’m concerned, this is libel. And unfortunately, many of the groups still listening to Barnett are predisposed to animus towards all organised religion and are happy to propogate the libel.
Meanwhile, President of the JCCV, John Searle, decided he couldn’t work with Barnett.
Fair enough.
But Searle’s idea was to hold a super “secret” meeting with more amenable GLBT Jews.
The only problem is that “secret” in the Jewish community is like “free media” in Russia – a nice idea, but something that’s never actually been experienced.
So of course I heard about it. You may have as well.
The secretiveneess was ostensibly designed to sideline Barnett, but I wonder how much of it was an attempt to act without folk from the Council of Orthodox Synagogues Victoria (COSV) – particularly their most vocal member, Mr. Romy Leibler – who were so vehemently opposed to any GLBT affiliation with the JCCV in 1999.
Of course, John Searle hasn’t, to my knowledge, mentioned this as a reason for the secrecy, but it’s hard to know…
The people who attended the super “secret” GLBT/JCCV meeting on Wednesday night were “encouraged” to swear complete confidentiality regarding anything that took place at the meeting.
A couple of people involved in the previous meeting wanted me to go along to the “secret” one on Wednesday night.
I had some concerns about the way Jews and particularly Orthodox Jews might be portrayed unfairly as homophobes in the wider GLBT media, and how that might spill over as a tool for the extreme left to use against us.
I was particularly concerned that the JCCV might see fit to speak once again on all our behalves, rather than step back and allow GLBT Jews to handle things.
John Searle was adamant, however, that I not attend.
Fair enough. I’m not GLBT (though I am a supporter).
But I thought I’d give him a call and let him know of some of my concerns.
I was pretty sure he had no idea how Jews and Orthodoxy were beginning to be portrayed in the GLBT media.
On the phone, Searle alternated between outright vehemence (YOU WILL NOT ATTEND THIS MEETING), and sweet offers, (I’m happy to meet with you).
He seemed far less interested in a possible public relations disaster.
When I asked how he might handle the community being painted as homophobic, he spoke about how that was for the JCCV to handle.
When I mentioned that this might be counter-productive, Searle referred to an interview he had done on the GLBT radio station, JOY.fm.
I was forced to alert him to the negative response to his interview by the interviewer himself.
There was a bit of backpedaling, and then Searle decided that indeed it was for Jewish GLBTs to handle these sorts of situations…
But…
Only those Jewish GLBTs that he himself had chosen.
Earlier in the conversation, Searle had explained to me that he had, “hand picked” the people attending.
Others have told me this was not true, so who knows.
Searle’s vision seems to be to form a very low profile GLBT “sub-committe.”
I assume this does not mean that these GLBT will be actual member of the JCCV, because there is no escaping a repeat of the COSV threats of pulling out of the JCCV.
Searle also made it clear that he wants this “sub-committe” to be the official voice of Jewish GLBT, even if they don’t enjoy the same rights and access as other Jewish groups.
When I asked from where such people would derive their mandate to speak on behalf of all Jewish GLBT, Searle seemed confused.
He spoke about how they were leaders of their own organisations, and he could not address the simple question of what happens to the GLBT Jews who are not members of Searle’s handpicked people’s organisations.
It’s all very murky.
It’s all so clandestine!
Michael Barnett’s reaction to being so thoroughly sidelined from the process may or may not put us all in a difficult position.
My only hope, going into this hiatus, is that Jewish officialdom will not mismanage this extraordinarily delicate and potentially inflammatory situation.
Good luck!
Oh Dvir! Now It’s Official
Dvir Abramovich was at it again.
Yet another piece about how Jews and the Holocaust don’t get the respect they deserve.
Yet more responses from puzzelled or angry non-Jews.
Yet another attempt by me to demonstrate to non-Jews that Jews who cry wolf regarding anti-Semitism are not representative of the community as a whole.
Even I’m bored…
Or I would be had Dvir not been elected recently as a Jewish Community Council of Victoria (JCCV) delegate to the Executive Council of Australian Jewry (ECAJ).
Now, he will not only be writing on our community’s behalf under the banner of his Melbourne University position (and isn’t Melbourne University’s history department even slightly alarmed by the prolific, vitriolic and often poorly researched nature of Dvir’s media appearances?).
Now Dvir’s a community representative.
Officially. Continue reading Oh Dvir! Now It’s Official →