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Tell Others About the Residential Schools

http://www.cjnews.com/columnists/tell-others-about-residential-schools

Shavuot is the holiday that commemorates the giving of the Torah at Mount Sinai.

The Torah tells the story of the Jews coming out of Egypt. On Pesach, we’re told to feel as if we were one of those Jews. So what does that mean? I think it refers to empathy. In other words, be empathetic and sense, feel and intellectually consider what it was like to be ruled by others.

How does one do that? Look out your window and see the native community. Walk over to them and ask them about the residential schools and listen closely. Watch their brows furrow and their eyes drop as they tell you about the brutal beatings and the children who went missing and were never heard from again. 

You’ll feel empathy. You’ll feel rachmanut – tremendous sympathy.

I take you through this exercise because I’m aghast that so many sophisticated Canadians, individuals who consider themselves aware and compassionate, know nothing about the suffering of our Aboriginal Peoples in residential schools. I’m even more upset that many Jews have never heard of this blight on Canada’s human rights record, this black mark on our national soul.

I would ask you to share this article and the following points with your children, siblings, parents, friends, colleagues, cousins, bowling partners, teachers, principals and nannies. Tell every Canadian about the residential schools.

Let them know they were erected in the 19th century to Christianize native children so the government would no longer be required to pay for its treaty obligations. Tell them that more than 150 residential schools existed and thousands of children died there, while thousands more were subjected to physical, sexual and emotional abuse.

Tell your loved ones that church leaders and security forces would often take native children from their parents’ arms and transport them hundreds miles away for an “education.” Frequently, students wouldn’t see their family for an entire year. The children – Métis, status and non-status Indian, Inuit, Inuvialuit and non-Aboriginal – were forced to change their names and were forbidden from speaking their languages.

On Shavuot, when we remember the giving of the Torah, we should recall as well the thousands of native children who were mentally abused, and murdered (some say as many as 100,000) in our country, Canada.

Ask yourself, “How could I not know this? Never again?”

Tell those you know that on May 10, 2006, an “Indian Residential School Settlement Agreement” was signed by the government of Canada, effectively giving reparations to any former student still alive as of May 30, 2005. This was the largest class action settlement in Canadian history. A lump sum of $10,000 was paid per student for their first year in school, and $3,000 was paid for each additional year. Further claims could be made for serious physical and sexual abuse.

How could I not know this? Why do we expect others to know about the Holocaust?

When you share the information in this column, include that Prime Minister Stephen Harper apologized to our Native brothers and sisters. Say that a “truth and reconciliation” process set up in British Columbia called for every school in Canada to teach about residential schools. Fortunately, the Northwest Territories will start a pilot project this spring in its public schools to teach about residential schools, and it plans to expand the project to 40 schools next fall. Shouldn’t private Jewish day schools include residential schools in their curricula?

Familiarize yourself with residential schools. Teach others. We said we would.

Chag Samayach. Happy Shavuot.

Avrum@veahavta.org

This column appears in the May 31 print issue of The CJN

Ron Maclean’s Secret Life as a Mentor to the Homeless – (HuffingtonPost, Avrum Article, April 13, 2012)

http://www.huffingtonpost.ca/avrum-rosensweig/ron-maclean_b_1423536.html

Ron Maclean, of Hockey Night in Canada, stood in a classroom at George Brown College (GBC) and told the story of Frank O’Dea, the co-founder of Second Cup, who was at one time a homeless panhandler living on the streets of Toronto. Ten students listened carefully to the account and watched as Ron simultaneously jotted a phone number on the blackboard.

“Frank got off the street,” the hockey commentator said, “because he had mentors who helped him. “This is my home phone number.” Ron pointed to the blackboard. “If any of you ever need help please feel free to call me or my wife,” he concluded.

The men and women Ron was speaking to were all students of Ve’ahavta’s Street Academy (VSA), a school for the homeless or near-homeless started in 2011. Ron is the co-chairperson together with local Jewish community members, Paul Lindzon and Karen Ehrlich.

VSA is one of the most successful programs of a local non-profit called Ve’ahavta: The Canadian Jewish Humanitarian & Relief Committee which was started in 1996. Its mission statement is to encourage all peoples to play a role in tikun olam, repairing the world.

Ron joined the school’s leadership team after hosting a Ve’ahavta gala and has lectured at each one of the three 8-week sessions. His explanation for doing so is a philosophical one and rooted in the concept that we are all somehow connected and responsible for one another. I asked him to illustrate his belief. He responded:
“Avrum, A track and field Sprint Relay coach Mike Murray of Vancouver liked to say, ‘The power in each of us comes from all of us’. That’s VSA. When I’m in the classroom, there are always two teachers in the room.”
Ron added that he finds it easy to reveal his true character at VSA knowing that “each student by virtue of his or her attendance had the courage to do likewise.”
And he’s right. I have also taught VSA classes and when I did I learned that my students were men and women who have had brutal lives right here in Canada, and the fact that they still had hope and enough gumption to apply and attend VSA, was huge.
Their stories reminded me of those I’ve heard from Holocaust survivors and victims of torture.

One student in the sex trade said her goal was simply to be normal after having suffered an entire life of sexual and mental abuse. Another learner told me about the day his alcoholic father walked him, as a 10-year old, to Children’s AID and left him there. A third student shared with the class how at 14-years old she would have to step over her cracked out mother lying on the floor, to exit their apartment and go to school.
Indeed it takes a lot of bravery to commit to attending a formal school setting knowing that failure is a real possibility. I consider my own fears of looking silly in front of an audience I’m speaking to or falling down in front of my peers. I appreciate what Ron meant – “the courage to do likewise.”

VSA was the brainstorm of Theresa Schrader a former prostitute and crack addict. Two years ago she called me with a request for a summer job after winning Ve’ahavta’s Creative Writing Contest for the Homeless and cleaning up her life. I told her about an article I had read in the New York Times of a man who gave philosophy courses in the streets of the Big Apple and how it might be a good idea for us to do something similar – to launch a school on the streets of Toronto. The Jewish people are called ‘the People of the Book’ and I figured appealing to the intellect of those living on or near the street could strengthen their core and soul and perhaps be a solution to their homelessness and suffering.
Theresa agreed but with her characteristic moxxy challenged me saying it would be wiser to take the school inside to a controlled environment and call it an Academy, a place of higher learning for older students.
After some finagling with my board VSA was born. GBC became our full partners and offered our students all the advantages of the college’s regular students including a gym and library pass. We decided we would pay the students to study so they wouldn’t have to worry about income for that period of time. (In the Orthodox Jewish world men will often get paid to learn Torah. This system of pay-and-learn is called Kolell.); bring in catered food every day so they wouldn’t be hungry when they learned and buy the students a metropass so travel would not be an issue.
Theresa assembled a very reputable cadre of teachers including, Michael Cooke, the former vice-president of Academics of GBC, Harvard educated, Elan Divon and local businessman and philanthropist, Michael Diamond. Class themes include: communications, life-skills, awareness, diversity, academics, hope and inspiration.

Ve’ahavta hopes to enhance VSA so that it becomes a fulltime school for the homeless and possibly franchise the concept around the world as a way of rescuing people from the horrors of living on the street and buildin their confidence through a worthy intellectual pursuit.

“For those hours together (at VSA), we’re in an honest, loving moment which we can hold going forward to settle us in storms….That someone will love us, and that we may love them. “ – Ron Maclean

Cops on Compassion Veahavta Radio

Listen to this kick-ass interview with Peter Sloly, a high ranking cop in Toronto, and his take on compassion on the force. Well worth listening to particularly if you believe otherwise. Please let me know your thoughts on this piece. Thanks.

http://www.veahavta.org/index.php/voices-from-the-field/from-toronto-blizzards-player-to-deputy-chief-peter-sloly-speaks-about-the-police/

Do You ‘Check Men/Women’ Out? Have You Been Checked Out?

Tonight I saw a woman starring at me. She concealed her look from time-to-time, sometimes was blatantly open about it, and other times combined a Mona Lisa smile with it – the like that you don’t know if it’s real or not (perhaps it is all in my ego).

I so enjoyed being looked at. It was refreshing, sexy and made me feel masculine and handsome. Toronto is not a city where woman will openly and comfortably ‘check-you-out’. We are not a town where the men ogle woman with thoughts of romance and passion, as they may in France, but more so with a certain luscivious nature. So, rarely being the prize of a woman’s hunt in that way, was nice.

Do you find that women look at you? Do you find that men look at you? What city are you from? Is it a romantic city?

 

What has your experience been like in Toronto or otherwise. Does the opposite, or even better, same sex ‘check-you-out’. I’ve had some nice experiences with gay men asking after me. That was a compliment too. Do you look longingly at men or women?  Tell me about an experience you had where you were staring or stared at?

What stands out in your mind? What did you see while you were involved in a long look? Did anything come from that moment, of substance or otherwise?

I’ve been wondering what one of the greatest stares in history might have been. Of course i could google it but that would be no fun? Can you think of one – perhaps on film, or in your synagogue on the High Holidays (I am a junior spiritual leader at a local Temple, and it’s quite something to watch people watch people. If one could gauge the dynamic between people in the synagogue on the High Holidays - a place where most people attend 3 times a year - he/she would find great curiosity about others, and wonderment.

Do you like being stared at? Are you comfortable staring at a woman? A man? How long will you hold your stare? Let me know. Thanks.

P.S. Gilad Shalit is slated to come home on Tuesday (to Israel). There was a big price paid for his life, and its painful to consider how it affects so many other lives, but his return home is a simcha (celebration) unto itself. Whatever your thoughts about the Israel-Hamas deal, Gilad is coming home after 5 years. That is highly significant for everyone because we know somewhere in our mind that he was seperated from his family for 1800 days plus; and he was only a couple hundred miles away from them; and he was likely kept out of touch with anyone accept people who were prepared to kill him, if they needed to. We all know this, and explode with happiness for Gilad’s family, and of course for Gilad. God bless the entire planet tonight. Decisions are made every moment, it seems, that plays a major role in our lives. I often think that acting good, doing beautiful deeds, will create a line of dominoes that will run everywhere. Like you perhaps, I pray that evil can become good, and that good becomes better.

Catch me on Twitter now – Avrum38

I just found it out through my friend Vicky Wise, who is a lovely human being. I thought Twitter was silly and a waste of time. Turns out the people who Tweet are by-in-large quite witty and fun. I didn’t have time for it, but the truth be told, it’s easy to download Twitter onto my BB and I’m quite enjoying it. Like anything else it requires time but when I make some, it’s worth it. Mostly there are people, organizations etc. on Twitter that are so ‘right-there’ and compelling, it just feels like the newest form of media – and likely the credible one. Find me at Avrum38. I try to talk about humanitarian issues; peace and goodness.

 

What do you Feel Upon Ghadafi’s Death?

Are you happy that the Lybian dictator, henchman really, is dead?

It seemed like he was attacked, beaten and brutally murdered. Do you think that’s okay? Were you happy to hear it?

Did you fnd yourself watching the video footage over and over? Although the news called the pictures gruesome did you just watch it over and over.

If you answered any of these questions ‘yes’, ask yourself if your response is simply a human one. I you answered ‘yes’ for two or more of these questions, ask yourself if you are surprised at your response for revenge and blood. Ask yourself if you believe, that if you were treated brutally for many yeras, you would be part of a group, a mob, of people who would join in beating its leader. what is your answer for all of this. There is much to say about the human condition.

A side of me was happy he was beaten and murdered. I put myself into check, reminding myself that I must show compassion for a very bad guy, because of who I am and what my belief system represents.

I don’t believe I would ever be part of a group of angry, revengeful people who would beat someone to death. I’ve felt huge anger for such people, but would never, at the end of the day, hurt such an individual. Would you? I heard many stories, about Survivors of the Holocaust who beat to death Nazis after the war (having seen them on the bus or in public places).

On the other hand, would I? Your thoughts.

Question: Cottage today; Famine today….how much should I suffer?

I walk around, nowadays, in my home ofToronto, Canada feeling great amount of bliss. Part of that has to do with an internal feeling of contentment, of which I am delighted.

My personal struggle to arrive at this juncture has been an arduous one. But now that I’m ‘here’ I realize how peaceful it is outside my doors; in fact howEden-like my city and country is. Clearly this is not a feeling or sense that everyone experiences. I work with the impoverished and know for many, every waking morning is hell on earth, having to be concerned with how to serve their children 3 meals that day.

The question: How peaceful is our life? How at ease is the country in which we live in? When your life gets to the point of having meaning, and you can walk through the parks and truly smell the fragrances, it is then, as well, when you should step up your response to the world and its ills? When someone lives inToronto, Canadaand has a ‘good’ life, how closely should they see the souls of the 3,000 children who have perished inSomaliabecause of the current famine?

We look for bliss our entire lives; purpose and meaning, but in a safe place. The wars that rage throughout the world do, often, because the goal of the fighters, at least one side, is to bring a similar type of peace to its citizens. How are we to act and respond once we’ve reached some level of personal and societal nirvana?

Ps. I ask this question, in part, because my people, the Jewish people, suffered during the Holocaust knowing that not enough citizens around the world were thinking about our struggle. The concentration camps were far far away from the consciousness. Knowing a famine is out there today; knowing I am going to my friends cottage today – a truly blissful place – should I adjust? Should I compartmentalize? Should I suffer more?

anything new happen this summer?

I just completed 2 weeks away from Ve’ahavta, the organization I founded. It was so compelling; that is to be off work for that period of time. It’s been a while. I spent time with my son and managed to paint, and read. I’ve finished two books. Yo!!!!!

My boy and i went to Eli’s (my friend’s) cottage, which is on an island. What an experience. It was the first time that my son experienced little towns (along the way); river water, and an island. It was really quite something.

I’m delighted to have had the time and ‘smell the roses’. How was your summer? Anything new happen?

Canadian Politics

What does one do with the Conservative Party here in Canada? Harper’s support for Israel is unfailing and as a Jew and a big ‘Z’ Zionist and I can’t help but love that, embrace him and contemplate a vote for his party. On the other hand, he and his party can be so inhumane when it comes to individual rights particularly having to do with crime and punishment. According to the Conservatives there is more crime than ever. That is not the case. According to these men and women we need more prisons as there is more crime. But there isn’t. So what does one do?

A Son Gives His Dad Great Pride

I received this email from my friend, Stephens who shared this slice of his son’s life with me and other friends.  I was so taken by his email  because it exhibited the trust between father and son, their successes as a team, and individuals, and of course because of the pride Stephen was expressing.

Please read this piece and comment. Well done Stephen and Ben! You are a fine father-son team!

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 Ben’s first basketball game was today. Actually, it was his first game of any kind today. He made the school team and was very nervous. The game was at another school where ben had never played and against a team that his school rarely beats.

Ben’s first shift was tough. He was holding back tears; asked me to go for a walk.

But he battles. Nothing holds him down. What he’s done in his life is a miracle.

Well, Ben ended up with 10 points, 3 steals and 7 rebounds. His team won 41-32 and Ben was his team’s high scorer.