Apparently this was another event from a generic Jewish team.
A Torah scroll was received in songs.
Congratulations.
Kissing.
Too much refreshments.
Candy flies in the air.
Good sign and good luck.
Festive aunts look excitedly at the younger generation and embarrass themselves with blush marks.
We've already seen it all.
And yet there was something different there.
In honor of the bat mitzvah, women conducted the prayer.
There was a cantor woman, and she was a Gabay, and in the Torah they read (beautifully!) The two brides of joy.
And as the song article "Flying fish, swimming birds".
And no.
This was not a reform event.
It was also not an event for women only.
The class was held in a strictly Orthodox synagogue, and with the blessing of the rabbi.
Which means there was a partition there.
Only this time, it was the men who stood behind her and tried to follow.
The excited fathers and uncles, who had never before found themselves on the wrong side of the curtain.
And the amused brothers who never stopped getting excited at the thought that this time they were the ones who would throw away the candies and maybe even rejoice in a much lower than usual voice.
The general sense of redundancy causes men to cut out.
For kitchenette and yard.
There they find themselves arranging the tables, cutting pies and pickles
I will start by saying that the matter of candies was indeed a failure that will be further investigated.
Many were confused and forgot to throw away, and some of those who did not forget, simply threw away the handful of candies deposited in their hands, close by, intentionally at first and right at their feet.
And immediately bent down and gathered them for themselves.
disgrace.
Wait ... could this be what women always do?
Just throw away some of the candy ?!
And perhaps messes and riots are an integral part of any revolution.
But this is it.
That there was no revolution at all.
No announcements and cheers were heard and no finger was stuck in any eye.
Although things were new to almost all of us, everything was conducted and behaved with a quiet understanding that there is nothing natural and required from the event we attended.
That it's just time and there's nothing to break out of, because the door opened automatically.
In general, and regardless of anything, I suggest to any orthodox or conservative man that he occasionally indulge in a stay, with or without prayer, behind the partition.
Just to get an idea and broaden perspective.
Behind the partition - even if it is made, as usual, from a light wooden frame in combinations with tiny "crocheted" curtains - you are not in business.
Since you're not in business, you start chatting.
As the women conduct the ceremony, suddenly all the familiar songs fall on you on a scale with which the male voice flows less.
Two tries and you give up.
The general sense of cage and redundancy brings men to cut out.
For kitchenette and yard.
There they find themselves suddenly arranging the tables, cutting pies and pickles.
Doing the traditional roles of ... Allah, we laughed out loud, the role reversal is complete.
We were once told that the tendency to chat, not to show interest and prefer to cut a salad than to read in the Torah, are genetic feminine traits.
Suddenly it turns out that anyone who sits behind a partition will lose interest at some point, chat and go out into the yard.
Look at us, already the first time we are in this role reversal, and we find ourselves right there.
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Lately I find myself more and more at similar events.
This intrigues me especially when the family members standing around are traditional Jews.
Oriental.
Maybe from the periphery.
Such that they have no influence over American Jewry.
Men who wear a kippah on Saturdays.
Women who will happily come for challah secretion.
It is very possible that some of them vote for Shas. And here, they have no anti. There are mothers and grandmothers who have never had a "Bat Mitzvah affair." Most of them did not celebrate at all. Invite them to speak, and tradition has a lot of respect for the past, and yet their daughters both wish and dispense a different future. In peace and blessings, in time and in time and naturally, without barricades and without provocations or an attempt to despise those who are not yet there.
At one of the last events I attended, a family friend was invited to take an active part in the ceremony.
I watched him approach the table, the Torah scroll and the bat mitzvah girl.
You will know what ran through his stomach.
It's certainly not easy for him.
A well-known person who belongs to Haredi circles, and he came and smiled and was honored to raise the Torah scroll.
I recently had the privilege of reading the Torah, and one of the immigrants was an unfamiliar guest.
Deaf guy.
His host asked me to clearly point out the words so he could follow.
I told him, look what it is.
Once upon a time, in the past, even deaf people were not in business.
Like children, like women, like slaves and fools, the deaf were also considered "exempt" and therefore excluded from the game.
The law has not changed.
But the deaf have changed.
Since sign language, the deaf is not the same deaf.
Various technological developments have also made deafness a completely different life experience than the one Sages were familiar with.
But I do not know a single lunatic who violently attacks a quorum of deaf people in front of the Western Wall, or throws a chair at a guy with a hearing aid just because he decided to wrap himself in a tallit.
The question is: Why really?
Why the change in the status of the deaf does not threaten the hearers, while the fact that the woman is also not the same woman for a long time (and we have also changed a bit), manages to threaten and excite so much.
I suppose there is more than one answer to this question, but it may be that part of the answer also lies in the difference between change and revolution.
Some comments on the situation:
A.
I get to meet a lot of educators every day.
I'm sorry to disappoint, they are no less good than the teachers we once had.
The vast majority of them are smart, sensitive, and generally much better.
The only phenomenon that bothers me is the tendency of many to leave teaching as soon as possible and move on to management.
To run an institution, or a department, or a department, or a "sub-committee for maximizing matters, including and pooling student resources in the school space," or the demon knows what language is spoken there in the lateral areas of the system.
The feeling is that more could have been done, so that teachers would aspire to accumulate seniority as educators of the kind who actually meet students and teach.
B.
The Netanyahu-Olmert trial is one of the most shameful shows seen here in a long time.
He does not add respect to any of them, and especially not to the public.
We do not want to be exposed again to Olmert's problematic personality (did anyone miss it?), And to the bad behavior in Netanyahu's nearby court (does anyone still believe that this is a bluff?), But the conduct of the trial is no less repulsive and outrageous.
A person who sues for insult in a libel trial should not stand on the podium and prove that he is not mentally ill and that he does not have a nurse, even if he is called Netanyahu.
And no, in Israel 2022 there is no situation where the nickname "mentally ill" will be used as an insult, neither in the market nor at the top of the leadership.
And journalists who see these perversions with their own eyes, and focus on other points in the sentence just to change a subject, are a very strange breed of watchdog.
third.
A few weeks ago, I wrote here about a group of Arab criminals who broke into the yards of Kibbutz Kfar Masaryk, raged on horses and carts, provoked residents and uploaded videos to Tiktok.
If even then the police had kept Walla Khalaila off the streets, it is possible that today Sapir Nahum's two young children would not be orphans.
Were we wrong?
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