A Non-Jew’s perspective on her New Jewish Friends

Question: Do you like Jews? What are we like? If you are a non-Jew impressed? or not so much? Answer away, and read this.

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I have a friend who has recently become friends with some Jewish people.

It is refreshing to hear what she has to say about these relationships and what they mean to her, and in general. It is because as a Jew it is often difficult to see the trees from the forest – to see the character traits we have as a people, some of which are solid and others wilting, versus our overall self-image and historical accomplishments.

She says that the Jewish people are warm and compassionate and those whom she has met exhibit that regularly.

Are we warm and compassion though? Or better yet, are we to each other? I would hazard to guess that when Jews talk amongst ourselves we are probably critical of the lack of warmth that exists.

A good example is what many of us have to say about our synagogue experiences; that they have been very cold and not welcoming places, and as soon as we were able we’d split. Well that was not her perception.

She says we’re warm, and that’s good to hear even if it’s only to the new comer. Just kidding.

She says that Jews are very growth oriented and always considering ways and means of getting better, or making the world a better place. Hmmm. Are we upwardly mobile? Of the Jews you know, have they accomplished greatness or are they on the road to doing so? Or is that what she means really.

I think if you look closely at the cloak of forward movement we wear you’ll find that it is quite impressive.  Perhaps not every one of us the Jewish people will start a franchise, or read the shas (all the Talmudic books), or write a novel, or run a marathon or direct a movie. But the State of Israel in its glory and our Diaspora communities are really quite something – they are sophisticated with great depth of possibility and grandeur.

And if you introduce yourself to individual Jews you’ll find that most have books in their homes, read the newspaper out of concern for the world, and often try to enhance it. We Jews give  life a shot, I believe.

It’s hard to know the experiences of a barber or a baker unless you ask them. It’s difficult to know who we are completely unless we probe and ask others. Well one other person is impressed and although she sees our foibles – God knows they are there, she likes us. She really really likes us.

I that just makes me even prouder to be a Jew. I think we are quite something as a people, and good folk in general.  Those who do not know us write a script about who they believe we are  – but so often they are wrong. Read our script folks.

Thank you. Good night.

A Haiti Fundraiser with Homeless Kids

Last night I co-coordinated a fundraiser for Haiti at a shelter for homeless teens.

My friends Eli and Joan were there and played (on guitar) and sang Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen. Two young women living in the shelter came up and sang, exquisitely. A young fellow did a musical interlude on the keyboard. We raised $84.38.

I was impressed. Homeless teens are intense kids. They focus very heavily on the ills of the world and understand clearly, survivalism. They get it, so the language of “Haiti” is clear to them.

When I spoke and said that each and every one of us need to be a citizen of the world when a “Haiti’ occurs, it resonated with them. When I said, “the children of Haiti yell out to us…be there for us,” they got it.

The young people living in this shelter are not much different at all than those living in Haiti, aside from the rubble all strewn about. They live day-to-day, and have little faith in leaders. They wonder where they will be fed next and if anyone gives a shit about them.

Haiti is their language, just short of the fallen walls.

Last night we held a fundraiser at a local shelter. I was touched and impressed and teared up when I was alone later  on thinking about what I had just participated in….an evening full of respect for the donor and recipient…full of equality for the homeless kid and the orphaned Haitian.

Help the homeless. Donate respect! Help the people of Haiti by doing the same, and a little cash.

Love Avrum

Orphans & Eggplant: CJN Article January 22, 2010

It was a foggy night on Trafalgar Road coming back from my friend’s place. I needed to concentrate a lot to make sure the cargo in my back seat – my little boy, Noah River – was safe.

All the while, I considered that it was somewhat dangerous to be on these roads, but I realized, too, that at any time, we could pull to the side if necessary or stop at a doughnut shop. We didn’t do either, though. Rather, we followed the rear lights in front of us and stayed close to the white line.

It’s Sunday night in Gressier, Haiti, and 200 orphaned children are alive, virtually untouched by one of the worst earthquakes ever. Many people are working around the clock to determine how best to help the House of Hope orphanage. We are receiving e-mails that their food supply has dwindled dramatically and little drinking water is left on the roof for the kids.

Noah had fallen asleep in the car. It’s tough to shlep up my bag and his while he is asleep in my arms. The Little Man is getting heavier, and my biceps aren’t what they used to be. I saw a woman I know in the elevator, but we didn’t speak much, mostly because I was too tired and a little bit annoyed that the straps from the bags were pulling taut around my hands.

I just got word that the House of Hope is rationing food and taking in people from the surrounding village. Of the 2,500 people who lived in Gressier, 800  – or one-third of all its citizens –were killed by this act of God. Imagine: one moment you have a neighbour, the next you don’t. Imagine: one second there’s a clinic down the road, the next there isn’t. That’s Gressier. The thugs are coming out, and what was a dangerous place before is now perilous. And the children are young. They are without parents.

I piled through the door. Noah is asleep and seems satiated. He ate a wonderful dinner tonight at our friend’s home, including fresh vegetables and fruits, rolled rice and cheese, and eggplant prepared with the finest ingredients. His tummy is full. He’s satisfied.

I only had to open one lock.

Security for the orphans is a big issue at the House of Hope. There’s a three-metre-high stone wall around the complex and a big iron gate in the front. We’ve heard that the air is contaminated. Alice Barthole, the founder of the House of Hope, says she’s housing people inside the orphanage who escaped the deadly hand of the earthquake. Alice doesn’t turn anyone away.

One of the most physically demanding things about raising children is undressing them while they sleep. You don’t want to wake them on the one hand, and on the other hand, it’s hell to get a T-shirt over their head. So I struggled and fought to ensure that my boy stayed asleep. He did, but somehow in his slumber he obliged me by putting his arms through his pyjama tops. It was warm in his room and his bed looked comfy. The black mollies swam around the aquarium waiting to be fed. It had been two days since they’d eaten.

By the time this is published, things will have changed at the House of Hope. How? I’m not sure. The kids may have been evacuated or the food and water may have arrived and all could be good. I don’t know. We just have no clue.

Noah slept all night and awoke singing.

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The Jews of Haiti, Now and Then (Ha’aretz.com)

Israel, Tikun Olam, Haiti

I Received this e-mail today from Haiti. What a world!

PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD: Ms. Darvey is trapped under her house at 300 Avenue Mavramboise (sp?), in Carrefour Port-au-Prince. Please pass this on to anyone who may be able to get to her.

Tikkun olam by a Whisker: Avrum’s CJN Article January 15, 2010

It’s 2 a.m., and Roz Gelade might be walking through your backyard. A little while ago, Roz, the president of Fostering Felines Cat Rescue, rescued a six-year-old brown tabby by the name of Bruno. He was about to go into an adoptive home, but instead he got away. Only days before, he had been shaven in a lion cut, so his fur was very thin.

Roz and some dedicated volunteers put out cat cages, and she recruited other volunteers to look for Bruno, including me. (Recently, I became one of Roz’s board members.) It was indeed 2 a.m.

Roz came by to pick me up in her proud yet dishevelled mobile office, with notebooks, cages and food scattered throughout. I smiled as I always do with Roz, because I am so incredibly proud of her for doing what she loves, and for doing it well.

I told her we had to first stop at an all-night convenience store for some hot chocolate. We did. So there we were, in the wee hours of the night, hanging out in front of that store, sipping a hot drink and shmoozing. At 49 years of age, that made me very happy. It’s good to hang.

She told me how sad she was that Bruno was out in the cold alone.

You think to yourself, “Cats? That’s nuts. Why would anyone give time to saving a cat when they could save or help a person?”

Roz might agree with that, or something close to it. Her love for cats, she told me, enhances her love for people. Animal activists like Roz are refreshing, because many of them are so stridently anti-human. But Roz isn’t like that.

Five years ago, she started rescuing cats, fostering them out and then finding them adoptive homes – or “forever homes,” as she calls them. Later, she was instrumental in launching the first Canadian spay/neuter clinic. Recently, Roz orchestrated the amalgamation of two cat rescue organizations. She is a pioneer, an innovator, a not-for-profit entrepreneur in an industry dotted with some very extraordinary people.

Like the prophets who loved animals – such as Moses, who went after a lone sheep – Roz is a compassionate and resourceful animal lover. She’s the real deal. She should run the Humane Society.

It was cold, and standing around meant fidgeting in somebody’s backyard in the middle of the night. The cat wasn’t waiting for us in the cages. They were empty. But slowly, meticulously and with soft, loving care, Roz placed a folded blanket under the cages so the metal wouldn’t freeze, and therefore the cat wouldn’t, either.

We drove up to my condo at 3:30 a.m. and talked for a little while. Roz was still melancholy because Bruno was nowhere to be found. But, she said, “maybe he will be soon and things will be alright.”

I told her to read the story of Jacob, who didn’t know if Joseph, his son, was dead or alive and, therefore, couldn’t mourn or celebrate – a terrible condition for a loved one to be in. She did. It helped. We talked about the importance of developing a philosophy of suffering.  

Despite all the fun that people have at her expense – calling her “cat lady” – Roz has never wavered from her dreams, her very humane and compassionate dreams of rescuing, fostering, adopting out and protecting the cat population.

So if you see the bushes in your backyard moving late one night and start to reach for your rifle, look more closely. It might be a very special person acting out her dreams, repairing the world while whispering to a wild cat, “Everything will be OK.”

It might be Roz Gelade.

Oy Haiti. Oy God…some thoughts!

Every crisis has its own character. What occurred in the Balkans felt angry and base. The tsunami seemed unforgiving, and Darfur is evil.

The earthquake in Haiti feels hopeless.

Ve’ahavta is working in Haiti in fact a couple of our staff members were supposed to be there this past Tuesday when the destruction began – when God pushed the button that sank much of its capital into the ground, toppled over buildings and gobbled up people.

We have a feeling for this place therefore, and it is that of hopelessness. How tragic it is to be called the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, to be born there, to be a toddler walking the shanty towns….and then this.

The character of this crisis is utter and shear defeat of a nation.

And there is no enemy to speak of, unless you consider this an act of God, and He is the bad one.

Never-the-less, astoundingly billions of dollars in every conceivable resource is flowing into Haiti – albeit slowly – to help this nation of close to ten million people, 80% of whom were below the poverty line.

The world is responding more so than it has for Darfur and Rwanda. Why?

Why indeed. If Haiti were a person he would hobble. If Haiti were alive and walked this earth like a human being he would be bandaged, an amputed and without a coin in his pocket. People would run to her when she fell because of the shear sense of despair she emanated and the energy that came our way of vulnerability and defeat.

Haiti is the member country of our world that sits at the end of the row; in the back of the class with mouth turned down and clothes tattered. It is because of this, we respond.

God bless the people of Haiti, those who have perished in droves and those who survived, some of whom lie at the side of the road, next to a body, with legs crushed and feet maimed. There is quiet in our heads, and a heaviness in our heart because we can barely bare to watch her as she just keeps falling.

Oy Haiti. Oy their loss. Oy our world. Oy God. Help them. They are the ones who need it. Oy. Oy. Oy.

Haiti – Help an Orphanage, a Miracle Story

Haiti Earthquake Update A Glimmer of Hope Amidst a Sea of Devastation

It is now well known that Haiti, the most impoverished country in the Western Hemisphere, suffered the devastating impact of a 7.0 magnitude earthquake on Tuesday, January 12th. The death toll from Haiti’s earthquake is currently estimated to be between 45,000 and 50,000, with a further 3 million people hurt or homeless in an increasingly desperate country (Haitian Red Cross).

Unfortunately, at this time there is no precise number of victims and no mechanism available to confirm the death toll or the number of persons affected, which could number up to 3 million injured or homeless. Relief agencies are faced with the challenge of lack of communication from the field due to damaged and destroyed infrastructure, as well as difficulty navigating the streets and hillsides due to the sheer magnitude of debris following the earthquake. Ve’ahavta’s Response Ve’ahavta responded quickly with the immediate creation of a designated Haiti Earthquake Relief Fund.

A generous donor has committed matching funds for every dollar raised through Ve’ahavta. Ve’ahavta has in recent months been corresponding with The House of Hope Orphanage, located in Gressier, Haiti, which is home to 200 children and staff. When disaster struck, we waited, anxiously, to hear from them. The orphanage is located just a few miles from the epicenter of the earthquake.

Miraculously, despite the surrounding village having been flattened and the decimation of surrounding infrastructure, all 200 children plus staff are alive, with no injuries, although the orphanage has suffered significant damage. The orphanage has now been transformed into a temporary relief center, providing respite and support to those in its surrounding catchment area who have been left injured or homeless.

Ve’ahavta will partner with Canadian Feed the Children to provide relief and to rebuild The House of Hope Orphanage and its surrounding community which has been so devastated by this disaster. Funds rasied will provide emergency relief supplies to assist this effort, and will be directed towards the rebuilding and strengthening of the orphanage and its surrounding area, in the hope of providing continued support to the residents of the orphanage as well as the individuals living in Gressier. Ve’ahavta will stay in close contact with our partner agencies who are first responders on the ground to determine what support is most urgently needed.

First responders provide medical aid, critical assessments, water purification, pharmaceuticals and medical supplies, as well as other urgently needed assistance to victims of this disaster. Why direct your donation through Ve’ahavta? An anonymous Ve’ahavta donor has committed to doubling the Haiti relief funds raised through Ve’ahavta. Plus, the federal government recently announced it will match, dollar for dollar, Canadians’ individual donations to registered charities to support the relief and recovery efforts in Haiti.

By donating to Ve’ahavta, your funds will be tripled. In these critical days, please support Ve’ahavta’s efforts to provide aid to the men, women, and children of Haiti. Donate.

 Now A Personal Note From our Founding President, Avrum Rosensweig.

 This Shabbat please make sure to add a t’phillah (prayer) at home and in shul for the people of Haiti. We as Jews have suffered. Our Israeli family is always aware of stress and sorrow.

Remember this and draw upon your strength and experiences to help the men, women and children of Haiti. Speak to your family and friends about the hardships of others and our responsibility to help where and when we can because of the blessing of living in Canada. Let us hope and pray that a new garden grows soon in Haiti, one which emanates an everlasting fragrance of life and hope. B’Shalom, Avrum Rosensweig Ve’ahavta is a member of the Canadian Coalition for Disaster Relief, a coalition of Jewish NGOs which meets regularly during times of crisis to coordinate the direction of relief

That Guy We love was Murdered, Here In Toronto. We should be Pissed!!

Ever since I read about the murder of Kenneth Mark, I couldn’t help thinking about it. He was called an anti-gang activist and stood up to the bad guys here in Toronto when called upon to do so.  He was a good man who bought ice cream for local kids. So what  happened?

Well the gangs were angry with him for trying to prevent recruitment in his neighborhood. So they murdered him. But who killed him? Read below.  Three teens. Three kids, two of whom are 16. 16 years old! That’s it.

We need to be up in arms about this. Kenneth was a genuine warrior, a courageous man, some would call a hero. Right here in squeaky clean Toronto he was gunned down by kids, for helping to save kids. We need to be  up in arms about this and figure out how it is that such an execution could happen here; could happen to such a good man; was perpetrated by kids — and mostly, how come we’re not royally pissed off…angry, figuring this o ut.

This our town and the guy we all hope to be was murdered. He and his family need our response. What is it? Where is it? What do you think? Come on. Let’s figure this out.  It is so terrible. So terrible!

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Two teens charged in Kenneth Mark slaying By ROB LAMBERTI, Toronto Sun

14th January 2010

Kenneth Mark was slain on a Toronto street Dec. 29, 2009. Two teens are charged with the assassination-style murder of a west-Toronto activist. Lamar Skeete, 19, of no fixed address, and a 16-year-old boy, who can’t be named under the Youth Criminal Justice Act, were arrested Thursday morning without incident and charged with first-degree murder in the Dec. 29 slaying of Kenneth Mark. Toronto homicide detectives are continuing their manhunt for a third suspect, who is also 16 years old. Mark, 29, was gunned down as he left a Dundas St. W. pizza shop near Runnymede Rd. and was headed for work at a nearby Wal-Mart. Det. Hank Idsinga said the younger teen was captured this morning in Etobicoke while the older teen was arrested in the City of York. He said both were arrested without incident. Police haven’t ruled out the possibility that his death may be related to when Mark was wounded in a shooting on Sept. 2, 2008. He was hit in the back with birdshot and two teens were arrested on attempt murder charges. The two accused in that trial were acquitted last.