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AJWS Dvar Tzedek: Parshat Ha’azinu

The Torah’s five books end with one last passionate plea from the Israelites’ leader. As Moses concludes his instructions to the people, preparing them to enter the Land of Israel, he emphasizes that they must “teach the words with which I charge you upon your children, that they may observe faithfully all the terms of this teaching. For this is not a trivial thing for you: it is your very life; through it you shall long endure…” Moses begs his people to raise their children according to the same values and laws to which they themselves are dedicated.

Commenting on this verse, Rabbi Shlomo Kluger, a 19th-century Galician scholar, explains that one who raises a child in Torah never dies. He adds that “a person lives eternally through Torah.” The values upon which we raise our progeny are the means through which we gain eternal life. Our individual acts are only temporary; our presence on earth gains eternality when we raise the next generation to follow our lead.

As we near the completion of our Torah reading cycle, those of us dedicated to global justice would do well to take Rabbi Kluger’s message to heart and reflect on how we are transmitting the Torah of social justice to the next generation. It is not enough to bring justice to this world; we must also continue to educate ourselves and our children in the ways of this Torah and its messages of peace, equality and the ideal of a righteous society.

Yet when I look at the Jewish communal landscape to see how we’re transmitting this message to our children, I am often disappointed. So many synagogues and schools talk about tikkun olam, yet its main physical expression is a single communal “mitzvah day” or other lone justice-related event. Let’s be clear: each act of justice is a good thing that should be encouraged and celebrated. But if we are to live eternally through Torah, if we are to engrain this teaching and these ideals wholly into our lives and the lives of our children, then we cannot devote but one day to the act and then close up shop.

We must also remember to educate. Even communities that do have regular social justice programming often limit it to action and leave out thought. They may have a regular shift at the local soup kitchen but rarely educate volunteers about broader issues of hunger in the community or explore why this act of service is such an integral part of living a life based on Torah. For social justice to become part of the Jewish fabric of the next generation, it must be a regular act and it must be integrated into and reinforced through education.

We would be well-served to think seriously in this new year about the ways in which we educate ourselves and our children toward dedication to the pursuit of justice, and then offer holistic opportunities to put that learning into practice in communal life. For example, how many of our synagogues focus parts of their religious school curricula on Jewish ethics and tzedek, in addition to the study of Jewish holidays and prayer? What opportunities for adult learning exist in the area of justice? AJWS, as well as many other worthy organizations, offers a plethora of educational resources on issues of justice as seen through a Jewish lens, ranging from single-topic programs to entire multi-session curricula.3 Let us dedicate this new year to evaluating this gap in our pedagogy and filling it with more learning.

By strengthening our justice education, we commit ourselves and our children to applying the Torah’s vision of a more just society to our lives and to the world. We ensure that these ideals will thrive in the next generation and continue to grow from the foundation that we have already built.

The Torah concludes with Moses’s death on the precipice of the entrance to the Land of Israel. He never makes it to the Promised Land. We, too, may never fully realize our dreams of a world full of justice. But even if we do not make it into the sweet land that we seek, the next generation still may. They can—if we empower them fully with the education to support their endeavors to build a more just society. The importance of this education cannot be under-emphasized.

After all, as Moses reminds us, this is not a trivial thing.

This is our very life.

This Too Shall Pass


I cannot begin to comprehend what it must be like living this in your own person.

But, as an outsider who loves you, who cares about you more than life itself, the most painful experience of this whole journey is not from fear of the future, not from worry over what may or may not be. The angst that tears at my heart some days more than others emanates from the fear that you may think that, in this struggle, in this process which rips out your hair and your stomach lining, which breaks your ability to walk and even be awake for days on end, that you may think even for a millisecond that you become even a fraction less human. The pain tearing at my own stomach lining is from worry that you may believe yourself to have even a morsel less dignity now than ever before.

You had a rough day yesterday. There will be more. I hope that today is better.

But more than that, I pray that you realize that so long as you are taking care of yourself, whatever disappointment or embarrassment you may feel from this or that “episode” is just a fleeting bump in the road of cancer’s journey. It does not define you any more than your stupid dark brown hair which for the last fifty six years has hid your beautiful, adorable scalp. You are not cancer. You are Lori Ann Levinson Singer Bolotin. You are your history and your present.

You are as amazing a mother, wife, daughter and friend as anyone could ever ask for. You are a successful fundraiser. And you are adored by so many, all of whom join you in this struggle.

You are not alone.

This morning dad came with me to minyan here at shul. And after the Torah reading it came time for my daily ritual in self-flagellation – when the gabbai prays “Mi Sheberach” and I say your name aloud in the room. I stood, as I do each day, ready to remind myself, remind my community, remind my God, that I pray for your continued strength and blessing through this journey. Though just before I could say your name – Hanah Leah bat Azriel v’Sara Bela – I heard a voice from my side say softly, “Lori Bolotin.”

I was beat to the punch. Dad stole your name from me. For a fleeting moment I was furious. How dare he!? You’re mine to pray for! I’m the child fretting over his mother! I’ve been robbed!

But after that millisecond of distorted angst passed, I realized the blessing in that interaction.

I’m not the only one looking out for you.

We’re all here with you through this, in thick and thin. Some of us are there in person, others of us relegated to far away places where all we can do to help is write emotional words on an internet site.

But do not think, for one ounce of a moment, that in any part of this journey that you are in any way alone, or isolated, or have any reason to feel any less human, any less amazing, any less yourself. Not ever. Do not you dare.

The bad days will pass, the good days will come, but we’ll all be here standing with you – energy to talk with us or not – the whole while.

This too shall pass.

I love you,

My Nanny


You once told a story, you always told the story, never stopped telling the story, of that model airplane. The little model airplane, that you did not understand. I came over, and in the accute brilliance of a four year old, pieced the whole thing together. You were amazed, now I am as well.

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