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Jew & A - Hassidism

Filed under : Judaism, Jew & A
On May 15, 2008
At 5:20 pm
Comments :1

This answer is long so I won’t dilly-dally, let’s get right to it.

MsZula (from Missoula - get it? MsZula? Hee) writes:

Late last week I was in Manhattan seeing attire on folks that was new to me. I assume, because of side curl (sorry don’t know official name for this) and yarmulkes, that they are Orthodox? I googled this and didn’t find much. The men were all wearing a silk like coat and the women and girls were all in black skirts and hats.

They almost looked like the Amish version of the Jewish religion. From what I could tell they were speaking English, but with an accent. Are they most likely all immigrants? I was fascinated, but managed to not stare.

So can you tell me a bit more about this? Are they the most strict of this faith. Are most Jewish people in Israel this strict? Are the women considered equal? Other people’s lives and faiths fascinate me. Where I live (Montana) is pretty much Wonder White Bread when it comes to things like this.

TIA from the girl that needs to get out more often. :-)



I write about Hassidim from time to time and I just throw the word around like everyone knows what I’m talking about. And then I see questions like this and I realize I’m a dumbass for thinking that. Or a New Yorker. Or both.

But who are the Hassidim and why do I immediately know that’s who MsZula is talking about? I’m going to start with a Hassidic story. Once there was a poor peasant boy (all Hassidic stories take place in Eastern Europe) who lived far from any town. One year on Yom Kippur, the day of atonement which is the most sacred day on the Jewish calendar, his father took him to synagogue. But the boy knew no prayers and couldn’t read the siddur, the prayer book. All day (Yom Kippur prayers last all day), the boy felt a spiritual need to pray to God but did not have any way to express it. In his pocket he carried a whistle that he used to gather the sheep he tended and as the final, most important Yom Kippur prayers started, he reached for it and whistled loudly. Naturally, everyone was shocked. But the Baal Shem Tov, who was the founder of Hassidism, was there and told everyone that the boy’s prayer had been the purest and the one which opened the gates of Heaven for everyone else’s prayers.

That’s the essence of Hassidism, that knowledge isn’t the important thing, heartfelt love of God is the road to a good and meaningful life. The Baal Shem Tov lived in Eastern Europe in the 18th century and passed down his teachings to the leaders of the various Hassidic sects we know today. Hassidism comes from the Hebrew word hasidut, or piety. Hassid is singular, Hassidim is plural.

So why do they dress so funny? The Hassidic sects are known for their insularity and devotion to their Rebbes, or the leaders of the sects. Those in the United States came over from Europe at various times, mostly around the time of Holocaust, and reestablished their communities here. Many went to Israel and did the same thing there. The sects are known mostly by the name of the town in Europe from which they came. The Lubovitch (a.k.a. Chabad), for example, which is the largest sect, come from Lyubavichi in Russia. The Satmar, who are the people at B&H Photo, came from Satu Mare, Romania. The Skver come from Skvira, Ukraine and now live in a place they call New Square. Seriously! Other famous ones are the Belz, Bobov, Breslov, Ger, Puppa, and Vizhnitz. We had matzah made by the Puppa (pronounced poo-pah) on Passover. This led to many “every party has a puppa” jokes, but I digress.

The Hassidim sought to preserve the culture and values they knew in Europe. Because of this, much of their clothing stems from the period of time Hassidism was founded. Some also have distinctive meanings that correspond with Jewish values of modesty and Hassidic values of communion with God. The shtreimel, or furry hat, was probably the fashion of the day in 18th century Russia and Poland. The long, silken coat is to cover the body. A special sash some wear is to separate the upper and lower parts of the body, that’s for personal modesty. Some wear slipper-type shoes so that they don’t have to defile their hands by touching their shoes during the day. Additionally, the clothing styles of different Hassidic sects differ.

Re: the sidecurls, those are called payes (pronounced pay-ess - in Sephardic Hebrew, payot - pay-oat), which are worn due to the Biblical command not to shave the face. (In case you were wondering, the prohibition is against using a blade, which is how many Jews justify shaving; they use an electric razor).

Hassidic women, and many Orthodox women in general, dress to unimpress. That is, modesty is the most important thing. Skirts below the knee, often to the ankle, and tops that cover the elbows and sometimes wrists, are the standard. Married women cover their hair. Hassidic women, like the men, tend to dress in dark colors. Becca once went to a Hassidic synagogue in Baltimore by mistake in a bright floral dress. Awkward!

Let’s get to your specific questions.

They almost looked like the Amish version of the Jewish religion
Hassidim are like the Amish in that they keep to old traditions in order to preserve their religion and culture. Hassidim do use electricity but don’t have TV’s or computers.

From what I could tell they were speaking English; but with an accent. Are they most likely all immigrants?
As mentioned in a previous Jew & A, Hassidim mostly speak Yiddish, the language of the shtetls (small Jewish towns) from which their ancestors came. They were most likely born here in America and speak English with a Yiddish accent.

Are they the most strict of this faith. Are most Jewish people in Israel this strict?
Hassidim are part of a larger, very traditional group, called Heredim (literally “those who tremble [before God]”). They don’t belong to sects specifically but are very conservative religiously. I would say they are the most strict of the faith. There are Hassidim in Israel. There are also regular old Orthodox (that is, observers of traditional Jewish law living in the secular world) in Israel. But most of Israel is secular, actually.

Are the women considered equal?
This is a tough question to answer. I’m going to give you my personal feelings on the topic. In Judaism in general, men and women have different roles and different spheres. They are different and thus hard to compare. By today’s standards, people often think the women’s roles are lesser but I would argue that it wasn’t designed that way. In Hassidism and right-wing Orthodoxy, women’s roles are pretty proscribed. But “equal” has many meanings and I would say, by the strict definition of your question, in Hassidism, as in all Judaism, all people are created in the image of God and are therefore equal. But in the way I think you mean the question, like, can a woman do everything a man can do, no. But men can’t do things women can either. Everyone has a role, it just depends on which role you give value to. For good or bad, our society tends to give more value to the roles traditionally performed by Hassidic men.

Thanks for asking!

 
 

Streets of Philadelphia

Filed under : Life in general
On May 12, 2008
At 11:30 pm
Comments : 9

Well, I’m home. Home and tired, as Pink Floyd once said. When I said last week that I might be too tired to post Sunday I was kidding but MAN was I exhausted. I had no idea. Honestly, that wasn’t the actual race. I was barely tired after that, it was just the whole weekend and way too little sleep and lots of travel. But my team was beyond fantastic and I only wish I had had more time with them.

So what was it like? Did I run the whole thing? Did my life flash before my eyes? Must I ask myself so many questions?

In short, great, no, yes, yes of course. In long (why is that not an expression?), it was kind of like my almost-daily run in Riverside Park, except not in a circle and with people running with me, not towards me so much. Also, no bicycles or scary dogs. It went so fast! I wore my Nike+ device (I can’t run without Muse!) and before I knew it, I was at 2.5 miles. Whoa! I don’t know if you know anything about shin splints, which I’ve been having, but here’s how they work. You are in agonizing pain for a while, then it totally goes away, only to re-start after your exercise is over. So what I did was, run a mile in excruciating torture (ow, statues! ow, Trader Joe’s!). Then I stopped, stretched on a tree-planter, and walked it out till the pain lessened. I lost a lot of time there but maybe I saved my shin muscles so it was worth it. Then I started running again and wouldn’t let myself stop till at least past 30th Street Station, where I spent so much of my youth that I used to be able to give people directions from there. I would have felt embarrassed in front of the station had I been walking. Also, two (at least!) exciting movie murder scenes have taken place there. Who wants to just stroll?

I was able to run a ways past that but then there was a hilly area so I walked that part and ran into one of my teammates. Fancy meeting you here! So we walked together a bit and then ran our separate ways as we made the turn onto the final 3/4 of a mile. I needed to run that last bit - people I knew were looking! And then it was over. I raised my arms in triumph. Sadly, unlike the NY Marathon, there are no cameras. Who cares! I passed Trader Joe’s without stopping to look at the specials. Also, I finished my first 5k with only two short walking breaks. So I hugged my loved ones, found the port-o-john (I think I may have paid too much attention to that “keep hydrated” thing), and ate two donuts at the WaWa tent. Awesome.

Maybe I forgot to mention this, but Philly has always been special to me. You tell your “3 lanes in, 4 lanes out” and “first prize: one week in Philly, second prize: two weeks in Philly” jokes, I love the place and have had many connections with it. Once, I thought I would live there, but the universe had other plans. So running through it for my very first race was sublime and meaningful. You hear that, Ben Franklin? Becca loves you!



The race started at the art museum. It has a lot of meaning both for me and Rocky.



By the way, I almost didn’t run the race. See, The Cure were in Philly right as we were racing. So I wondered if they really needed me. But then I remembered poor Fat Bob and his smeared lipstick and I knew what I had to do.



Although The Cure didn’t appear, lots of people did turn out, and did I mention it was Mothers Day? You can tell from all the strollers.



In all seriousness, I want to give my heartfelt thanks to everyone who supported me both financially and with encouragement, spirit, and good vibes. I couldn’t have done it without you. And we raised nearly $700 (more if you count the whole team!) as of this writing to help poor women facing cancer and to help find a cure. Happy Mothers Day indeed.



Please enjoy this. It is the only Springsteen song you will ever hear on this site.
Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Philadelphia

 
 

iPod song of the week - Death Cab For Cutie

Filed under : Music, iPod Song of the Week
On May 11, 2008
At 10:00 pm
Comments : 2

I’m backdating this because I meant to post it before I left. It is simply the only thing I’m listening to right now. Luckily, it’s eight minutes and change, so play it twice and that’s my commute to work. There’s a short version. It’s nice. The long one is simply fantabulous. It starts with the sound an LP makes when you pick up the needle too fast and the intro is extended and meandering and has a melody line that answers itself back.

The lyrics are trite, don’t worry about them. Somehow the deadpan way they are sung underlines them more than any emotion could.

I never liked this band. I owned nothing by them until this song. Soul Meets Body kind of makes me hurk. But this is IT.

Listen and just groove. Oh, you can watch, I guess that’s the point of posting the video. The visuals remind me of the way I listen to music: by myself and observing the world, both traveling and still. The “band plays in the cold” thing is kind of like U2’s New Year’s Day only a bit less snowy. But I don’t think it gets old.

If you are interested, this album comes out Tuesday and the band appear on Letterman the same night.


 
 

Laters!

Filed under : Life in general
On May 9, 2008
At 12:30 am
Comments : 5



See you Sunday! Or Monday if I’m really tired. Or lazy.



How Becca learned to run.

Why Becca is running.



Pink Floyd - Run Like Hell

 
 

Jew & A - Kosher vacations?

Filed under : Judaism, Jew & A
On May 7, 2008
At 5:55 pm
Comments : 3

So much for that “one per day” thing. Life is beginning to get out of hand here at Becca Central. I wish I had a blog so I could tell you about it.



Paige asks:

How do you plan your vacation when one is kosher? What if you want to vacation on a remote resort, but there is no description of a kosher restaurant available? Or is there more of an abundance of kosher resorts and vacation spots in a region that has more residents and visitors keeping kosher?

This got me thinking when I visited Atlantis last month in the Bahamas. Where would Becca have dinner? : )

P.S. I’ve really learned a lot on this site and my husband and I enjoy discussing your blog. Thanks for the insight! Hope my question isn’t silly!



Thanks! And no question is silly, silly! I hope you had fun in Atlantis. Isn’t that the place no one can find? Hey everyone, it’s in the Bahamas!

Onto the (Kosher) meat of your question. To start with, like all laws that come from the Torah (5 books of Moses/Pentateuch, etc.), the laws of Kashrut (Kosher as a noun) have been totally expounded upon, reinterpreted, and vary from region to region. So being Kosher means different things to different people. Among the most strictly Kosher people, little food you can find in a place like the Bahamas would work. Maybe salad. They tend to bring their own food and in fact, this is what we did when I was a child. I vividly remember being in London and having my parents ask the hotel if we could store our Kosher bag of fun in their fridge. Nowadays, many hotel rooms have fridges so it’s easier. We also traveled through the South eating pecan bars and milkshakes from McDonald’s. In the morning, my Dad would run to the nearest grocery store and bring cereal and milk back to the motel. Good times!

If you are one step below that in your strictness, you can find things to eat that haven’t been cooked, like tuna salad sandwiches, cheese, or things like that. Some people will eat at vegetarian restaurants. If you are even more liberal than that you will eat dairy food or fish that’s cooked, but not meat. Some people just don’t eat pig or shellfish and call it a day. The point is, you can almost always find something, no matter what your level. I lived for a week in Greece on Greek salad and donuts. Not together.

Also, there are actually kosher restaurants in the most surprising places. India has them. Mexico. Maybe not Atlantis, but you get me. And there are indeed Kosher resorts, Kosher cruises, and even Kosher Club Med. And yet I chose donuts… I am sure this surprises no one who knows me.

So that’s it. Just like any way of eating, keeping Kosher isn’t hard when you plan, and although sometimes it may keep you from doing a vacation you might have wanted, I don’t know anyone for whom this has happened. Most people vacation anywhere they like and just plan ahead. Or lose some weight, that’s not a bad outcome either.

Thanks for writing!