In July 1969, just months after the Tet offensive in Vietnam, I began military service as a part of the (Colonel Frank) Berry plan. This program allowed young physicians to complete their specialty residency programs uninterrupted and avoid the draft. I had protested the Vietnam war many times, in marches and in demonstrations. My wife, Kate, said, if I was assigned to Vietnam, we should move to Canada with our two very young children or else she would come with me to Vietnam and the children would stay with my mother (not a practical idea). I suggested we wait until we learned of my assignment and, fortunately, the Department of the Navy sent me to Beaufort, South Carolina and not Danang. I was spared that terrible decision but, deep down, and despite my complete sympathy for those who did leave the United States, I knew I was unwilling to be a “deserter,” unwilling to leave my country no matter what.
    During the period after President Obama was in office and before President Biden was elected, there were many times when Kate and I thought about leaving the United States and living somewhere else. Trump was such a boorish, intolerant, ignorant, misogynistic, xenophobic, divisive, corrupt and dangerously narcissistic force we feared for the future of the country under his incompetent leadership. It was revolting to watch that inept clown pretend to fill the role held by Washington, Lincoln, Franklin Roosevelt, Truman and Kennedy. Even then, I had great difficulty conceiving of leaving our country, for which I have a sometimes-naïve passion. We never quite agreed on a place to which we, then in our late 70s, would move. Kate was willing to consider France since I love Paris so much and I was willing to consider it because of the health care, which is quite good. But it never was a serious thought for me since France has so many problems like those we face here and lacks the history with which I identify, the stars and stripes that still thrill me.
    We also talked about Tel Aviv. Attractive in so many ways: beautiful, mild climate nested on the beautiful Mediterranean, courageous and caring people, arts, culture, and music and, of course, a history that is rich. But I knew it would never be my history.
    Also, even when I was thirteen preparing for my bar mitzvah, I was a terrible student of Hebrew. Kate never mastered high school Spanish so communication would be challenging for us both, even though most Israelis speak English.
    Paris has more problems today than in 1969. Of course, moving to Israel is not tenable after the unspeakable, horrible attacks by Hamas, even though we know that Israel will triumph and Tel Aviv will again be a vibrant, wonderful city
    Neither Tel Aviv nor Paris quite fit.
    Commentators say there is now a slight possibility that Trump could be elected again but, deep down, I have not yet reached the point where I believe that to be possible and have not yet worried about where I should be if and when it happens. Joe Biden has been a good and effective President, and is a decent and thoughtful man, and I will not hesitate to vote for him again. I’m four years older than he is so I can’t hold his age against him. Biden as our leader is reassuring and I shudder to think what would be happening now if Trump, and his equally incompetent cadre of followers, were in power. Still, I harbor the wish that one of the bright and charismatic young democrats was ready to run. Politics is a complicated business and his potential successors (Kamala Harris, Pete Buttigieg, Gavin Newsom, Gretchen Whitmer, Eric Swalwell, Josh Shapiro and others) don’t seem ready to make that enormous move to candidacy.
    There are repeated reminders about the many and seemingly increasing faults of the United States (as examples, the loss of an honest and moral second political party and, in its stead, one that now foments the rise and influence of the religious right, increasing anti-semitism, the failure of America to achieve the promise of true equality, a culture of guns and more) but I remain convinced this is still the best place in which to live and the best hope for a just and safe world.
    Just as there are reminders about America’s weakness there are shining moments that confirm my devotion to my country.
    Two weeks ago I was sent a copy of the YouTube recording of a sermon by the Senior Rabbi of the Central Synagogue of New York City. The Central Synagogue is a

Central Synagogue, New York

renowned Reform synagogue on Lexington Avenue and East 55th Street in Midtown Manhattan. It opened 150 years ago, in 1872, and is a copy of Budapest’s Dohány Street Synagogue with distinct Moorish design. It has sustained two fires, in 1886 and 1998, and, after both, was restored to the original style. In March 2019, the mosque of the nearby Islamic Society of Mid-Manhattan was significantly damaged by a fire. The Central Synagogue opened its doors to the mosque congregant so they could hold services until their own house of worship was restored.

    Rabbi Angela Warnick Buchdahl has been the leader of this historic place of learning and worship since 2013. Born in Korea in 1972, one hundred

Rabbi Angela Buchdahl

years after the Central Synagogue first opened its doors, she is the daughter of a Japanese-born Korean Buddhist mother and an American Ashkenazi Reform Jew, whose ancestors emigrated from Romania and Russia to the United States. At the age of five, Buchdahl moved to Tacoma, Washington with her family, where her paternal grandparents had founded Tacoma’s Temple Beth-El a century before. Following her mother’s lead, she became very involved in temple groups, first visited Israel when she was 16 and at the age of 21 underwent Orthodox conversion. She attended Yale, where she was one of the first women to be a member of “Skull and Bones,” a prestigious secret student society. There she met Jacob Buchdahl, her husband, an attorney. She completed her cantorial and rabbinic studies at Hebrew Union College.
    Think about that for a moment. She is, in and of herself, a melting pot: A Korean-Japanese-Buddhist-Ashkenazi Jewish-American woman!

https://www.centralsynagogue.org/worship/sermons/author/angela-w-buchdahl 

    Two weeks later her words have not lost their meaning and their truth.
    This blog is not intended to focus on Rabbi Buchdahl and I will include only one of the many interesting stories about her that further emphasizes how she is both unique and distinctly American. In 2014, President Obama invited her to lead the prayers at the White House Chanukah celebration. She commented on how special the scene was, rhetorically asking if the President ever imagined that our founding fathers could have conceived of a time when a female Asian-American rabbi from a New York synagogue would one day be at the White House leading prayers in front of an African American President born in Hawaii.
    This blog is instead intended to highlight her sermon that prompted the trite, but still relevant, comment: only in America.
    It is no surprise that so many around the world are protesting Israel’s history with the Palestinians and their retaliatory attacks on the people of Gaza. What is disappointing is that there are those who call themselves Americans who echo these protests. They don’t understand, as Rabbi Buchdahl indicates, that, after years of attacks by Hamas compounded by the October 7 brutality and inhumanity, Israel has no choice. Why do so few of those protestors mention that viciousness, that lack of regard for human life, that heartlessness?
    The notes from her sermon complementary to that of Rabbi Buchdahl were published in the New York Times: 

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   They are by Rachel Timoner, the senior rabbi of Congregation Beth Elohim. Beth Elohim is a

Temple Beth Elohim, Brooklyn

reform synagogue in Park Slope, Brooklyn, founded more than 150 years ago. It has also been referred to as the Garfield Temple (on Garfield Place and Eight Avenue) and as the Eighth Avenue Temple. Long a center for, and leader of, Reform Judaism, it is the synagogue where both my brother and I celebrated our bar mitzvah.


Even if/when Hamas is destroyed and many innocent Israelis and Palestinians are killed, peace may not come in this generation. Look at the many demonstrations in response to what is apparently a Gaza hospital bombing by an errant terrorist missile. How many young Palestinians will be transformed to terrorists after Gaza is destroyed? I fear that, as in so many things, Golda Meir was correct when she said. “We can forgive the Arabs for killing our children. We cannot forgive them for forcing us to kill their children. We will only have peace with the Arabs when they love their children more than they hate us.”

Golda Mei

 

    The topic for the blog that I originally was going to send out on Monday, October 9, until we learned of the atrocities in Israel, was about ice cream. It was not possible to distribute a jocular testimony to my favorite food with images of the horrific murders committed by Hamas in our minds. I understand and sympathize with the plight of the Palestinians—my life has been immeasurably enriched by knowing well so many Palestinians as well as so many I have called ‘dear friend’ from Syria, Egypt, Lebanon and other parts of the middle East—but nothing—absolutely nothing—justifies what Hamas has done. Hopefully the world will be a slightly better place in time and I can then circulate that unabashedly cheerful essay. Perhaps I should send it out now in the hope that the lightheartedness of that essay will allow a few to escape the unending, dismal news and constant air of sadness we are all experiencing.