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Why I gave up my job to become a rabbi

Photographing footballers and working with Ruby Wax are not obvious routes to the rabbinate.

September 9, 2009 16:25
Ariel Friedlander

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Alex Kasriel,

Alex Kasriel

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● Ariel Friedlander, 45, grew up in Wembley and west London, where her father Rabbi Albert Friedlander was rabbi at Westminster Synagogue. She used to work as a sports photographer before training to be a rabbi at the Hebrew Union College in New York. She has since worked in Toronto, Virginia and New York.

“My dad was actually the reason for me becoming a photographer. He was mad about football. I used to go with him to QPR and I became a big fan. When I was at school I joined the camera club and we had to work on a project, so I took my camera to the football and stood in the crowd and took pictures from the terraces. I started sending them to the club and they gave me a pass to sit on the grass.

“In my mid 20s, I was one of the official QPR photographers for around three years. I was one of two photographers at the time. There was a game coming up at Tottenham and since I’d never been to White Hart Lane, I made a fuss so I could go. The game got re-arranged on Rosh Hashanah, which was a bit of a problem. I went to see my rabbi— who was my dad — and he said, ‘It’s your decision, it’s your conscience’.

“I decided I would go to shul in the morning and still make it to White Hart Lane by 3pm. I rushed across to the football and made it by about 3.15. QPR were being thrashed and I was thinking, ‘This is all my fault’. Then it started raining. There was thunder and lightning and I thought I shouldn’t have gone. Then the crowd started singing, ‘Does your rabbi know you’re here?’ to the Tottenham supporters. I was so hysterical by this point, I jumped up and left.