Yotav Eliach, as a high school principal and “core educator” of The Jewish Week’s advocacy program, sets an unfortunate educational example in his Opinion piece denouncing the Oslo Accords (“Israeli Concessions Lead To Palestinian Terror,” Dec. 24).
Guilty with former Israeli President Katsav are the many journalists who knew of his 20 years of sexual abuse and harassment, yet did not inform the authorities or the public (“After Katsav,” Jan. 7).
His life has been one of lies and deceit and he has brought shame and disgrace not only upon himself and his wife Gila, but upon the whole nation. What other country has sentenced a former president to prison for sex crimes?
In reference to the full-page ad (Jewish Week, Jan. 14) in support of clemency for Jonathan Pollard, and requesting that readers call the White House every day to express that support, please be advised that the ad was paid for by Concerned Friends of Jonathan Pollard, and coordinated by the National Council of Young Israel.
The most seminal event in Jewish history, the miracle that informed, inspired and inflamed our people with passionate commitment to ethical monotheism, was the Revelation at Sinai. How strange that the biblical portion that details this phenomenon is named Yitro — after Moses’ father-in-law, Yitro (Jethro), a Midianite priest. What did Yitro do to deserve such an honor?
Some years ago, I wrote a book about marriage, and the theme I heard again and again from people I interviewed was the importance of communication. “Communication” was the buzz word of the times. In contrast, if there’s anything we have plenty of these days, it is communication. People are on their cell phones and iPads constantly — talking, texting, e-mailing or connecting through social networks.
For reasons as straightforward as job security, journalists covering the Arab-Israeli conflict may have an interest in prolonging the standoff. That was the wry observation of one seasoned Middle East reporter during a recent conference for Israeli, Palestinian and Spanish journalists in Alicante, Spain. I was the only American participant.
Reporters based in the region must decide each day what to cover. Editors, some far away, may give directions on which developments to focus on and even how to shape the coverage. Journalists are not always disinterested bystanders.
As chairman of the Conference on Jewish Material Claims Against Germany, commonly known as the Claims Conference, and in many other positions of lay leadership, Julius Berman has given years of dedicated service to the Jewish community. I worked closely with him for several years in the Manhattan law firm of which he was a senior partner, and thus can speak with some authority about both his commitment to Jewish issues and his fundamental decency.
I’m always fascinated by what art we take with us when we move. and what art says about personal identity. That’s the clinical psychologist in me speaking. But if I had to analyze myself (which is never a good idea), I’d look at one picture which has traveled with me from office to office and which recently got a new location here in New York City. It’s a copy of a painting that I bought for a hundred rubles in 1993 on the banks of the Neva River. Significantly, I bought it on the first trip I made back to the FSU after I left permanently for the United States.
I wish Debbie Friedman had been alive to hear what was said about her at her funeral.
A similar thought occurs to me when I attend other people's funerals but never did I feel it so acutely as I did this past Tuesday as I watched the live-streaming of Debbie's memorial service on-line along with seven thousand other people who, like me, were singing and crying at their desks, on their iPhones, in their living rooms, and sending messages to each other simultaneously of sorrow, comfort, and gratitude for her life.