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- Ella Garai-Ebner
Aug 17, 2016
For many people growing up in the Jewish community, Israel Tour at the end of Year 11 is a rite of passage - and something motivational to think about when GCSE revision becomes increasingly laborious. I was told that it would be an experience that would stay with me forever, and it did not disappoint.
This summer, I was lucky enough to go on Tour with Noam, the Masorti youth movement. Having never been involved with Noam before, I didn't know exactly what to expect, but I quickly became familiar with the madrichim (leaders) chanichim (participants) and Noam's egalitarian ideologies.
I've been asked multiple times what the highlight of my trip was. Each time, I surprise myself with my reply. As someone who has always hidden in the corner of PE class, I was not expecting to love the more physical activities - but I really did! Snorkeling in the Red Sea was an amazing (although very short) experience, and kayaking in the Jordan river was the ideal balance of being extremely fun and enjoyable, but also strenuous and challenging. I think the fact that I enjoyed the activities I was so sure I wouldn't sums up Israel Tour; it is a journey of self-discovery, and, on the flight home, nobody is exactly who they were on the flight there.
- Noa Gendler
Aug 10, 2016
For my bat mitzvah, I was given jewellery, and a lot of it. My little brother, two years later, was given two shofarim. I remember, in envy, seeing these shiny, curved horns beside him on the dining room table where he was writing thank you cards, and wondering why no one had given one to me. It seemed, in my fourteen-year-old head, that I’d missed out on something, had forgotten to collect £200 when I passed ‘go’, had missed my chance to furnish my life with that particular piece of Jewishness. Jewish homes, it seemed to me, needed to have one – why did I not, when my brother had two?
For my eighteenth birthday, I asked for a record player. It was all I wanted – vinyl was cool, I loved music and it was the obvious choice. But a year later, my brother asked for a complete Talmud, forty leather volumes which arrived in enormously heavy parcels from Israel and squashed my confidence in my own sense of taste and value. I’d only asked for a record player, and my little brother had asked for something so much more precious, important and enriching that I almost felt ashamed. My future home, I thought, would be less complete than his would be. I wasn’t angry or jealous, but I felt excluded. Once again, I’d missed out on acquiring a precious Jewish thing, but this time it was my own fault.
In between these two realisations, I got into trouble at school while my brother went to regular Talmud classes with our movement’s rabbi. I memorised all of the Smiths and Pink Floyd, while he learnt to sing each of the Shabbat services, and once he could do all of those, he moved on to Rosh Hashanah. He was asked to lead services and give drashas on camp, both as a chanich and a madrich, whilst I fell out of the Noam circle and became part of a group which spent Friday nights in basements and on Parliament Hill. I was okay with that, but every now and then I’d look at what he had, and how proud everyone was of him, and how impressive his knowledge and dedication to Judaism was, and I’d wonder how I hadn’t turned out like that. I was just as clever as him, had been just as engaged with my religion, just as ingrained with the idea that to have faith and community and tradition was good. But somewhere along the line I’d veered away from that derech, and I hadn’t become the person I thought, at the time of my bat mitzvah, I would be.
- The JC Blog
Aug 5, 2016
It may be the school holidays but this remains a busy month for some people in the Jewish educational world.
The next applications to open a free school have to be submitted to the government before the end of September. So for those who have been campaigning for a new secondary Jewish free school, only a few weeks remain to finesse their application forms to meet the deadline.
As we have reported, there are potentially three groups bidding to open a new school in 2018 in order to cope with the expected rising demand for places over the next few years; Barkai College, Kedem High School and Hertfordshire Jewish Free School (HJFS).
- Le Blog Français
Aug 3, 2016
1a>In my last blog1b> I recommended Jean Birnbaum’s book “A Religious Silence” analysing the difficulty of the French Left to recognise religion’s power to inspire the actions of individuals and groups. Few facts were available at the time to explain the latest horrific attack that had killed 84 people and injured 300 in Nice, so the usual talking heads continued to say it was "stupid" to think this was anything but the act of a desperately unhappy and disturbed individual determined to commit suicide with a splash. We now know the French/Tunisian perpetrator had clear, if recent, links to radical Islam. Last week, an 85-year-old priest was brutally murdered in his church by two men who proceeded to preach their religion in his place.
There are now signs of change. The Catholic Church was stirred into action, calling for peace and harmony and urgently inviting Muslims to join them in prayers for the murdered priest. The Prime Minister published a long press article analysing the insidious role of Islamic fundamentalism that was poisoning French society. He called for a massive engagement of Muslims to reform “Islam of France” and help show the world that Islam is compatible with democracy. A group of 41 lay leaders of the Muslim community responded with a public commitment recognising that action was needed to counter the influence on young Muslims of “Jihadist Islam” and “political Islam”, to reorganise Muslim institutions and to ensure it will be possible tomorrow to be both French and Muslim in a secular republic.
On television, reform-minded imams and intellectuals used clear language and a sense of urgency to spell out what needs to be done: a new system for training and funding of imams to free them from foreign influence; theological reform to allow interpretation of historical texts to nullify incitement to violence and to encourage respect of other faiths, including tolerance of dress and cultural traditions of the host country. Obviously only Muslims can lead such a courageous and ambitious project.
- The JC Blog
Jul 29, 2016
People imagine my job consists of wall-to-wall outings to glamorous restaurants and parties.
Mostly, it’s not, but this week has been spectacular with three consecutive days of fantastic food.
I kicked off on Tuesday evening breaking (a delicious selection of amazing) bread at the very new Chris Kitch in Hoxton. This is a second outing for Christian Honor, an Australian chef with amazing talent for surprising flavour combinations. His first café — in Muswell Hill — is a favourite with North West London foodies and he’s a popular demonstrator on the synagogue charity event circuit.
- The Arsenal Blog
Jul 27, 2016
Sam Allardyce should not be the manager of England. But he is. The best team he has managed is West Ham United, and he has been lauded only as a specialist in saving teams from relegation. Yes, England is a team which has been sorely lacking in the past few years, however the players he is managing for his country are not as dire as their record suggests. They play for top clubs in which they are coached by top professionals.
Big Sam lacks experience in leading top players. He will be going from managing West Brown to Gary Cahill, from Dame N’Doye to Harry Kane. Experience isn’t enough. What counts is experience at the very top of the game.
A reporter suggested to Allardyce that accepting the job was effectively a poisoned chalice, and he was right. The last successful England coach was Terry Venables in 1996, when England reached the semi-finals of the Euros. But football has changed substantially over the past 20 years, and his methods would not prove so effective now. Football has become more scientific and more intricate. Allardyce’s philosophy belongs to the past (or as Jose Mourinho put it: “Victorian football”); hoof the ball up the field and get as many bodies on the line as possible. Rarely has a team coached by Big Sam ever outclassed an opponent. He wins games by out-muscling the opposition, and England’s current line-up doesn’t stand a chance if this is the game plan that he is going to propose.
- Noa Gendler
Jul 26, 2016
A question I’ve been asked a lot recently is whether or not I believe in God. Over the years my answer to this question has changed – I used to believe in a very literal, Old Testament God, and I found that comforting; then I became a staunch atheist and felt I had a clearer, more correct view of the world. I wouldn’t say I’ve found a balance between these two extremes. Rather, I have no strong opinion at all. I think the defining aspect of my opinion on God is not so much that I don’t know, but rather that I don’t care.
This position has come to me quite naturally, but when I think about it, it seems like quite a sensible place to stand. When I see someone caring a lot about whether or not God exists, their lives seem to be overcomplicated and stressful. On the one hand, there are the religious fundamentalists at my old university, who spend inordinate amounts of time desperately trying to convince people to believe in God, are offended by any suggestion that they might be wrong, and get hugely frustrated by someone’s lack of interest; on the other hand, one of my closest friends is aggressively atheistic and can be reduced to tears by someone else’s faith. She’ll argue for hours trying to prove that God doesn’t exist, and will only succeed in exhausting and upsetting herself.
This observation – that people get disproportionately distressed over the God question - is hardly ground-breaking. But it’s become so prominent in my interactions recently that I’ve been reflecting on the fact that everyone just needs to chill out. Who cares what the next person thinks about the divine and almighty? Is it really worth having a shouting match over, raising your blood pressure, and reducing yourself to tears?
- Le Blog Français
Jul 20, 2016
How can the French Left, including President Hollande, insist that terrorists who kill civilians while crying “Allah Akbar” are not motivated by religion [“ça n’a rien à voir”]? This astonishing paradox is explored by Jean Birnbaum, editor of the newspaper Le Monde’s book section, in a compelling essay "A Religious Silence" ["Un Silence Religieux", Seuil, 2015]. Eighteen months and several murderous attacks later, public discourse has evolved but denial is still an issue.
Birnbaum’s book was born of the Charlie Hebdo and HyperCasher attacks in January 2015 as specialists in different disciplines found an extraordinary range of non-religious explanations; foreign policy geeks, criminologists, psychologists, sociologists, anthropologists, demographers, techies and communications specialists identified the killers as products of Western imperialism, pathologically violent, fragile personalities, children of problematic suburbs, inspired by humanitarian NGOs, suffocating in an aging society, unduly exposed to internet, or simply seeking media stardom.
The paradox, Birnbaum argues, can best be understood through the prism of Algeria’s war of independence (1954-62) which marked an entire generation of French intellectuals engaged alongside the National Liberation Front (FLN). The FLN was seen as a revolutionary movement throwing off the yoke of colonial oppression on behalf of a weak and disenfranchised native population. With Marxism struggling to progress in the West and Stalinism in the East, hopes were high for the Left in Algeria.
- Student Views
Jul 19, 2016
This blog has been shortlisted as part of our JC student blogger competition
Earlier in June, Ken Livingstone, the former Mayor of London, came to speak at the Oxford Union. I had just one question for him.
“Ken, do you ‘just hate the Jews in Israel’?”, I asked him, trying to maintain composure. I was referencing the comments he recently made in an ill-conceived attempt to distance himself from ‘real antisemites’. Unsurprisingly, Ken didn’t even deny the claim, and just rambled on about how Israeli politics has deteriorated in recent years.
- The Arsenal Blog
Jul 15, 2016
Euro 2016 confirmed this year to be the year of the underdog. Leicester City conquered the Premier League, and Iceland and Wales, with a combined population 5% that of England, progressed to the quarter and semi-finals respectively. So what makes 2016 so good for the smaller teams? What has given the underdogs a chance to win the race?
This year we have seen the years-long elite party coming to an end. The big boys club enjoyed their time at the top, but, like any bored party member with money to waste, they drank too much and partied too hard. This season of football has been the hangover finally catching up with them.
England's astonishing failure at the European Championships is a case in point. They have repeatedly taken their ability for granted; scraping through to the latter rounds major competitions only by relying on raw talent. But with the increasing pool of footballing talent, they have been left behind. They were lulled into a false sense of security by the so called ‘golden generation’ of David Beckham and co, and by the time Roy Hodgson, a diplomatic and ineffectual choice for England manager, had arrived, the foundations were already crumbling. The talent had run out, and suddenly organisation and tactics were desperately needed. But we'd spent so much time drinking cocktails that we'd forgotten to eat.