Initiatives like these are arguments against boycotts

By Martin Bright, August 19, 2010

The other week I spent the evening in a beautiful garden in east Jerusalem listening to sublime music that brought together the best of the traditions of western, Arabic and Jewish music, ancient and modern.

It was a unique event, bringing together two of the most prominent musicians in the region, one Jewish, one Palestinian. Also performing for a small audience of friends and invited outsiders was a group of rappers from the Shuafat refugee camp. Everyone agreed that it was an astonishing moment.


Finally, we're no longer a niche

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, August 19, 2010

For those of you who have become familiar with me through these columns, or indeed are related to me and only get a chance to catch up with me via this hallowed newspaper because I don't answer the phone very often (sorry mum), then you'll know that I do take my charitable and civic responsibilities seriously.

I do try to do my bit, however small that bit may be. I've done a number of luncheon talks recently and been a host of charitable award


Britain can be a brutal host

By Carol Gould, August 19, 2010

A friend and I were having a lovely time at a house party after the First Night of the Proms when a young man in a baseball hat sauntered over to me and said: "I have some questions for you." He started with, "So, what do you do?" and I explained that I have in the past been on tough panels discussing Israel and the USA. He gave me "the look", as I like to call it. I thought he was going to strike me. He sputtered, "So, why do you people always have to say, Look at me! I'm a Jew?"


How JCoss inclusion extends beyond religion

By Norma Brier, August 19, 2010

Among the several comments published in recent weeks in the JC concerning the "best" way to deliver education to children in the Anglo-Jewish community, only two or three letters have referred to the sizeable minority of students who have special educational needs.


Names are there to be changed

By Monica Porter, August 19, 2010

I have just been reading the most recent autobiography of nonagenarian movie star Kirk Douglas (his fourth). The son of Russian Jewish immigrants, Douglas started life with the name Issur Danielovitch. It was Americanised for the sake of his film career.

In his book, Douglas remarks that sometimes he still mourns the passing of Issur, the erstwhile identity he was forced to "kill off". Particularly since the major stroke he suffered in 1996, which caused him to re-evaluate his life and embrace Judaism.


I'm on holiday, and so is my psyche

By Simon Round, August 12, 2010

Part of the reason I enjoy holidays so much is that they give me time out to reflect on what is really important in life – a respite to let my thoughts wander to subjects and places far removed from the normal workday existence, as the waves lap onto the shores of the Adriatic.

Therefore, like Byron, Hemingway and Greene before me, I have decided to share some thoughts and reflections from abroad in the hope that I may have distilled something of the true essence of the human experience. Here is a selection of my journal entries from Croatia's Dalmatian coast …


The Warburg should be saved, not strangled

By Anna Somers Cocks, August 12, 2010

In December 1933, two small steamers sailed from Hamburg, paid for by the textile magnate and collector, Samuel Courtauld, and the politically influential Lord Lee of Fareham.

They were loaded with the 80,000 books of one of the most extraordinary libraries created in modern times - by Aby Warburg, the scholar member of the Jewish banking family.


Let's hear it for… that place in Essex

By Jonathan Margolis, August 12, 2010

Oh my good gawd, that's Clayhall," squawked Sue, my wife, when the first exterior was shown of the suburban semi in Simon Amstell's brilliant new comedy, Grandma's House, on BBC2 on Monday.

"Don't be so daft," I said. "It'll be west London somewhere. It always is. You know Ilford doesn't exist to the creative classes."


Why ET goes the extra mile for me

By Bryony Gordon, August 5, 2010

Most early childhood memories involve learning to ride a bike without stabilisers, or that magic moment when you suddenly work out how to tie shoelaces. Perhaps it was finding 20 pence under your pillow in the morning, deposited there by the tooth fairy.

Or maybe it involved trying to stay awake in the hope of catching a glimpse of Father Christmas. A quick straw poll of the people in my office revealed that the most common recollection was a feeling of insane jealousy when their younger sibling was born.


Poverty is not the full picture

By Tim Marshall, August 5, 2010

The Israeli air strikes were down the Gaza City beach road, but I went shopping.

This was not a dereliction of journalistic duty, nor hedonism in a war zone. The bombed out Hamas building was taped off, the media prevented from getting there, and anyway, while air strikes are news, shopping malls are newer news.