We must stand together on this

By Nick Lowles, October 14, 2010

Last weekend 2,000 supporters of the English Defence League (EDL) invaded Leicester. They claimed to stand up for Englishness against Islamic extremism, but in truth they came for trouble. Almost as soon as they arrived they began fighting with police, putting four in hospital, and in the process throwing army issue smoke grenades, fire crackers and ball bearings at police horses and dogs


Girl Guiding suddenly grew up

By Tracy-Ann Oberman, October 14, 2010

When I was just a young schoolgirl, seven years of age,I signed up for the Brownies. In fact, I was not only a Brownie - I was a Sixer of the Leprechauns (which Brownie aficionados will know is akin to being the gansa macher on the shul board). My responsibility as a Brownie Sixer was to lead my pack in all the set duties to claim the much-coveted badges that were earned and then sewn onto the unforgiving yellow and brown uniform, and displayed with pride.

The more badges worn, the more seriously that Brownie had taken her oath of "good conduct and good deeds".


A victory we can take pride in

By Gerald Jacobs, October 14, 2010

Is it good for the Jews? You bet. Howard Jacobson's triumph at the Man Booker awards this week should reassure those among us who have sensed of late a frisson directed towards Jews and things Jewish from the British cultural establishment.


A museum that will be committed to justice

By Oleksandr Feldman, October 14, 2010

If you make your way beyond the outskirts of Kiev, deep into the forests of the neighbouring village of Radomyshl, you will come across an unmarked clearing amid the lush, green surroundings. But this bare patch of ground, like hundreds of other sites across the Ukrainian landscape, conceals a horrific and generally untold story.


'Pay for me and I'll pray for you'

By Nathan Jeffay, October 14, 2010

'Children are pure-hearted; they haven't sinned; their prayers are unlike yours or mine", declares the Orthodox author Tziporah Heller in a video for an extremely troubling Jewish fundraising campaign.

Here is the deal: go on to the website of the Israeli charity, Yad Ezra V'Shulamit, input the name of a person in need of divine assistance, make a donation by credit card, and the impoverished children for whom it provides hot meals will intercede with God from the Western Wall on your behalf.


Fussy ... but not that kind of fussy

By Simon Round, October 7, 2010

The term fussy eater could have been invented for my daughter Lucy. At five weeks she refused her first ever bottle of formula milk and she has been turning down food ever since.


Israel's crude and cruel immigration policy

By Dan Kosky, October 7, 2010

Shamefully, the spectre of deportation currently hangs over 400 Israeli-born children of foreign workers. Israel's cabinet decided this summer that, although the children attend Israeli schools and speak Hebrew, because their parents' visas have expired, the children must go.


Where is the Jewish Pavarotti?

By Daniel Snowman, October 7, 2010

When I was a child, shortly after the war, I remember asking why so many famous violinists were Jewish and being told that Jews had often been on the run and that you could always take your fiddle with you. There was some truth to this. The Yidl Mitn Fidl, like the fiddler on the roof, was the stuff of Jewish legend, and it became reality when (for example) three of the future members of the Amadeus Quartet fetched up in London from Nazi Vienna with no special aptitude other than the ability to play the violin.


It's fun as an undercover Catholic

By Peter Rosengard, September 28, 2010

On Yom Kippur, while I was coming out of the synagogue, across the street I saw two young girls holding up a banner saying: "We love the Pope more than beans on toast".

Being a life-long lover of beans on toast, naturally I was curious. "Really!?" I asked.

"We're off to see the Pope in Hyde Park," they said. "Want to come?" Immediately I decided to go for the best double whammy in town, the Chief Rabbi and the Pope.

"Can you get me in?" I asked Father Paul, a young Irishman from West Sussex.

"How much is a ticket?"

"Oh don't you worry about that," he said.


Action, not talk, brings peace

By Stephen Pollard, September 28, 2010

Many moons ago, before I entered the sordid world of journalism, I worked in the sordid world of politics. I was secretary to a Labour Party committee which had been charged with drafting a new constitution for the party, including - how last weekend's events brought the horrors back! - an electoral college.

After weeks of negotiations between representatives of the different wings of the party, it was, I decided, hopeless. The preconditions laid down were irreconcilable. We were doomed to failure.