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Four Acts of Betrayal

Father:

Why?

What happened to you Yochanan?

Kedusha, dveykus, hasmada.

You were so pure.

What happened?

Yochanan’s Heart:

Am I really an atheist now?

Is this a dream?

No Moshe rabeinu?

It’s all a hoax?

The lies in the Talmud that used to bother me are really -  lies?

All those apologetic answers were mere cover ups?

The universe is -  how old?

Parshas Breishis was written by  - humans?

Elohim, El Elyon and Yahewa were Canaanite deities?

God was not present in Auschwitz?

I prayed to nobody?

My ancestors wasted entire lifetimes on BS?

BS?

How does a ben-torah know slang?

What happened to me?

Yochanan’s Mind:

My name is Yochanan. I call myself Yochanan Kohen Gadol. Like that infamous High Priest, who shared my name, who became a tzdoki, a heretic at the age 80. I am luckier than he was. I started going downhill at 15. “Baruch Hashem”, “shtreimel-bekishe” notwithstanding, I’m an atheist at the age of 30.

Yochanan’s Spirit:

It was a beautiful day. I got on to a city bus in Williamsburg. I was a 15 year old New Square native, as innocent as the sun, as blind as the wind. It was my first time on a “sitibus”. I sit down on the first seat, chumash in hand.

“Stand up please,” the driver tells me. Is he an Anti-Semite? What does he want from me? What can I do? I take the next seat.

The driver folds the seat, presses a button, lowers a ramp, and a pretty young girl  rolls onto the bus in a wheelchair. All the passengers on the bus wait patiently as the girl “parks” her wheelchair.

What “mentchen” these goyim are, I marvel.  How much effort went into designing this ramp and the laws pertaining to it!

Filled with awe and admiration, I turn to my chumash in my hand, open to that week’s Parsha, Parshas Emor:

“Verse 18: For any man who has a blemish shall not approach; a blind man or a lame man, or a man with a sunken nose, or a man who has disproportionate limbs.
Verse 19: or a man who has a broken (crippled) foot, or a broken (crippled) hand,
Verse 20: or one with overhanging eyebrows, or with a cataract, or a disarrangement [in the eye], or one with scurf or scabs, or one with crushed testicles.
Verse 21: Any man who has a blemish, who is a descendant of Aharon the kohein, shall not approach to offer the fire-offerings of Adnoy. He has a blemish; the bread of his G-d he may not approach to offer [as an offering].
Verse 22: The bread of his G-d which is of the most holy, and from the holy [offerings] he may eat.
Verse 23: However, he may not enter beyond the Curtain and he shall not approach the Altar for he has a blemish and he shall not profane My holy things, for I am Ad-noy, who sanctifies them.”

Tags: Auschwitz, compassion, Holocaust, journey, lies
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1 Response

kollel yingerman · April 22, 2011 at 5:46 pm

 ”How much effort went into designing this ramp and the laws pertaining to it”
Designing this ramp is rather a resolt of selfishnes. The people inventing new things usually do it for money, koved, or satisfaction. Though I agree that the charidim lack the education and capabilities to invent new things which could also be classified as a lack of mentchliChkit.

And to your point about a baal mim
1) I have a bigger issue that god creates handicapped people
then not letting them serve him his meat bread and perfume.

2)Can anyone please explain why god doesn’t allow baal mim serving him? How was handicaped vewid in that days? After all god in general is not vicious to his owen people if they don’t sin against him.
My chavruse is waiting me I just ran out for 3rd coffee, let me go back in shul finish up the sigye if doing a melucheh on chol homoed is a deorise or just a derebunin.

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