I grew up in a town that had, and still has, a large Jewish community. My public high school had a sizable Jewish population but was mostly Christian. I imagine there were students of other faiths as well, though I wasn’t aware of it.
I experienced so little antisemitism as a student that I distinctly remember the very few times it occurred.
Now these were the 1970's and early 80's in Fair Lawn, NJ, a suburb half an hour west of the George Washington Bridge. Towns with fewer Jews, towns in different parts of the country, generally experienced more antisemitism.
The 70’s and 80’s, when a significant number of us came of age in this country or were raising our own children, were what I’ll call a little gan eden, a little Garden of Eden. Great Neck in the 70’s and 80’s must have felt like my childhood town, even more-so. A more sizable Jewish majority, more Jewish influence, more of a feeling of stability.
As this morning’s Torah reading makes clear, the Garden of Eden didn’t last so long. Was it meant to last longer? From a literary perspective, I would point out that the story, in keeping with other origin stories, was likely was meant to be etiological, to explain to its readers why life was the way it was - why life was hard, why people had to struggle with constant disappointments, with human beings not only loving and creating, but also hating and destroying.
And so a story was told about how the creator put us in a beautiful secure garden לעבדה ולשומרה l’ovdah ul’shomrah - to tend and to care for - and we messed up, resulting in our living in a world that is beautiful but also dangerous.
No one who came to this country from Poland or Germany or Iraq or Iran or many other places believed this was a Garden of Eden for Jews because they understood, based on their experience, that there is no such thing.
But even for these individuals, and certainly for those who came of age here in the 70’s and 80’s, and for our children, it felt in general, and for Jews as well, that life was safe and secure.
One year ago, as we heard the news of the shootings at the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh, whatever feeling of safety and security we might have had was shattered. A sense of American Jewish life as being somehow protected was in a profound way threatened.
Great Neck community prayer gathering following the shootings
I experienced so little antisemitism as a student that I distinctly remember the very few times it occurred.
Now these were the 1970's and early 80's in Fair Lawn, NJ, a suburb half an hour west of the George Washington Bridge. Towns with fewer Jews, towns in different parts of the country, generally experienced more antisemitism.
The 70’s and 80’s, when a significant number of us came of age in this country or were raising our own children, were what I’ll call a little gan eden, a little Garden of Eden. Great Neck in the 70’s and 80’s must have felt like my childhood town, even more-so. A more sizable Jewish majority, more Jewish influence, more of a feeling of stability.
As this morning’s Torah reading makes clear, the Garden of Eden didn’t last so long. Was it meant to last longer? From a literary perspective, I would point out that the story, in keeping with other origin stories, was likely was meant to be etiological, to explain to its readers why life was the way it was - why life was hard, why people had to struggle with constant disappointments, with human beings not only loving and creating, but also hating and destroying.
And so a story was told about how the creator put us in a beautiful secure garden לעבדה ולשומרה l’ovdah ul’shomrah - to tend and to care for - and we messed up, resulting in our living in a world that is beautiful but also dangerous.
No one who came to this country from Poland or Germany or Iraq or Iran or many other places believed this was a Garden of Eden for Jews because they understood, based on their experience, that there is no such thing.
But even for these individuals, and certainly for those who came of age here in the 70’s and 80’s, and for our children, it felt in general, and for Jews as well, that life was safe and secure.
One year ago, as we heard the news of the shootings at the Tree of Life Synagogue in Pittsburgh, whatever feeling of safety and security we might have had was shattered. A sense of American Jewish life as being somehow protected was in a profound way threatened.