August 8, 2011 by Susan Weidman Schneider
Cross-posted with eJewish Philanthropy.
eJP has reported several times on the conflicts between emerging/ startup organizations/ courting the young vs Boomers/established brands/”legacy” organizations. Here’s other news: this tension does NOT come to the fore in the world of women. Women’s legacy organizations have often been funders of, supporters of, and horn-tooters for projects initiated by younger women activists.
I’ve been thinking about this as Lilith has been welcoming, enjoying – and benefiting from – our three extraordinary summer interns, who join a distinguished roster of 150 or so previous interns we’ve selected over the years. Lilith has been a kind of graduate program (underfunded, but still…) for young Jewish feminists, almost all of whom have gone on to do wonderful, innovative work in Jewish communities, and in journalism, around the globe. These young women have been nurtured, heard, and taken seriously around our conference table.
Many aspects of the new summer issue of Lilith reflect intergenerational connection, rather than conflict. The cover story focuses on young female athletes mentored by slightly older teammates. Other reports in this Lilith issue similarly reveal the power of intergenerational ties among women, even if those connections weren’t always immediately apparent.
Martin Buber once famously declared “all journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” One of the objectives of feminism is to cultivate a heightened awareness of where we’re headed – a raised consciousness about those destinations, even if the path’s map reveals itself after we’ve arrived.
How do we connect our own stories about life’s journeys – those revealing, shaping anecdotes, often told with studied casualness, about how we left our parents’ home, or ended up in the job we have now, or chose the partner we did – with the larger universe? One of the first tenets of the Women’s Liberation Movements was that the personal is the political. Every day, feminism teaches the alert among us that our quotidian choices have implications beyond ourselves.
This July, in Vienna, the Maccabiah Games were held for the first time in a European country that was once a Nazi stronghold. The particular pulses outward, implicating the general, with seemingly small episodes offering us larger observations. The Games gave us a chance to remember the connections among Jewish girl swimmers, some in their early teens, who became role models and role breakers in Vienna in the 1930s. They banded together and made excruciatingly difficult personal choices – including boycotting the 1936 Olympics in Hitler’s Berlin. Their star quality and their athletic prowess enabled them to escape the Nazis, rescuing their families, too. They couldn’t have known their destinations when they began to train in the Danube, but their courage and interdependency led a way out.
There’s another angle on female bodies in this issue, about women looking consciously sexy while pregnant. This is clearly a privileged preoccupation in an era when so many women, even here in the First World, don’t have access to family planning or prenatal health monitoring. Challenges to abortion rights now even include the criminalization of pregnancy in some states, where miscarriage can be read as murder. Jewish women’s legacy organizations like NCJW and Hadassah, have been outspoken supporters of the right to choose when and if to bear children.
Feminism says it’s time to reassess the judgments we make up and down the age spectrum. In the back-page memoir, a woman scrutinizes her bad behavior as a young mother, and how it feels to be on the grandmother end of things a generation later. A quiet recollection, it delivering a loud message about the ways we can open our eyes to the needs – and hear the unspoken desires – of older women.
And in good news, Amy Stone reports on what led to the ordination of the first lesbian rabbi to be out of the closet for her entire education at the Jewish Theological Seminary. Poignantly, Rabbi Rachel Isaacs chose as her rabbinic mentor Rabbi Carie Carter – a woman who, in order to become a Conservative rabbi, had to keep her sexual identity hidden for years.
The late, great New York senator Bella Abzug once suggested that women carry stickers to affix to nonsexist ads, gender-neutral products and logos of corporations with a significant percentage of women on their boards, in order to affix to each example an announcement that “This Change Is Brought to You by Feminism.” I thought about Bella when New York State passed its groundbreaking legislation this summer ensuring the right of every gay and lesbian person to get married. (See Lilith’s archive of Jewish lesbian weddings.) Feminism built the scaffolding that enabled the changes at the seminary, the changes in the state, and the changes in our personal consciousness that make for tikkun olam, a better world.
August 7, 2011 by Jill Finkelstein
Welcome to this week’s installment of Lilith’s Link Roundup. Each week we post Jewish and feminist highlights from around the web. If there’s anything you want to be sure we know about, email us or leave a message in the comments section below.
Following the New York Time’s recent article on Israel’s free in vitro fertilization services, journalist KJ Dell Antonia questions the true motives
behind the “family-friendly” policy. Dell Antonia writes that because women in Israel are expected to have children, the policy appears to be “an advanced, government-subsidized form of peer pressure.” [XX Factor]
Journalist Simone Gorrindo writes about Israel’s unique abortion policies and the rising tensions between secular groups and religious groups, who want to increase the birthrate among Jews. [Tablet Magazine]
Despite the growing popularity of SlutWalks, author Rebecca Traister shared her conflicted feelings about the “viral protest movement,” which combats the notion that women who dress like “sluts” are asking to be raped. Traister argued that while the mission of SlutWalks is important, “to do so while dressed in what look like sexy stewardess Halloween costumes seems less like victory than capitulation (linguistic and sartorial) to what society already expects of its young women.” [NY Times Magazine]
Florida Rep. Allen West faced a backlash after sending fellow Florida Representative and Democratic National Committee Chairwoman Debbie Wasserman Schultz an email calling her “vile,” “unprofessional” and “not a lady.” West’s attack came after Wasserman Schultz publicly criticized his opposition to raising the debt ceiling. [Feministing]
In an effort to combat violence against women, the Office of the Vice President, along with the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services and the White House Office of Science and Technology Policy, launched the “Apps Against Abuse” technology challenge. The competition challenges developers to create a smartphone application “that provides young adults with tools to help prevent sexual assault and dating violence.” [White House Blog]
On July 19th, the Institute of Medicine (IOM) released its recommendations, regarding preventative services for women, to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services. In honor of the announcement, Planned Parenthood and the National Women’s Law Center teamed up to host a Birth Control Blog Carnival to discuss the importance of the IOM’s suggestions. [NWLC]
On August 1st, the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services announced its decision to adopt the recommendations made by the Institute of Medicine (IOM). Prior to the announcement, GOOD mapped out how much an average woman spends on basic healthcare over her lifetime. [GOOD] (more…)
August 3, 2011 by Jill Finkelstein
Welcome to this week’s installment of Lilith’s Link Roundup. Each week we post Jewish and feminist highlights from around the web. If there’s anything you want to be sure we know about, email us or leave a message in the comments section below.
The American Medical Association has officially taken a stand against the use of Photoshop and image alteration in advertising, citing its contribution to unrealistic body image expectations and eating disorders. [Ms. Magazine]
When former U.S. First Lady Betty Ford passed away at the age of 93, she spurred some thinking about First Ladies and political wives. Known for being an activist, Ford faced a backlash for her outspokenness. Unfortunately, to this day First Ladies and wives of presidential candidates have been forced to keep mum on controversial issues, in fear of being a liability to their husbands. [XX Factor] & [The Loop 21]
Women in Israel have begun to fight back against gender segregation on buses. Six months ago, the High Court ruled against gender segregation on public transportation; however, male passengers and drivers have continued to force female passengers to move to the back of the bus. [Huffington Post] & [Jerusalem Post]
A new study from Northwestern University revealed that women are still not viewed as natural leaders. The results concluded that “women are viewed as less qualified or natural in most leadership roles, the research shows, and secondly, when women adopt culturally masculine behaviors often required by these roles, they may be viewed as inappropriate or presumptuous.” [EurekAlert!]
Actress Geena Davis, along with US Senator Kay Hagan and US Congresswoman Tammy Baldwin, has introduced a bill to improve the image of women and girls in the media, known as The Healthy Media for Youth Act. [The Wrap]
Haaretz featured a profile on Prof. Alice Shalvi, the mother of Israeli feminism. In an interview, Shalvi stated, “as long as the army has such a central influence on our life and the dominant religion is Orthodoxy, there won’t be equality between the sexes.” [Haaretz]
Richard Dawkins, the well-known evolutionary biologist, came under scrutiny after inferring that western feminist issues are trivial compared to those of Muslim women. Dawkins comments came in response to a feminist blogger Rebecca Watson’s recent account of being propositioned in a hotel elevator. [The Atlantic Wire]
Professor Michael Chernick explained how rabbinic Judaism’s “othering” of women has impacted contemporary Judaism. [The Jewish Week] (more…)
August 2, 2011 by Liz Lawler
I found out about Leiby Kletzky’s death when I was settling into a yoga class. The instructor dedicated the class to him, adding that he had been found, and that he was not alive. She cried a little, and moved along. I didn’t know I was holding my breath about this case until I heard that and exhaled. I live just miles from where this happened, so had seen the missing-child signs go up.
Something strange happens when you juxtapose grief with an intense physical experience. The mind can hollow you out with “what ifs.” So the body becomes a space of refuge. If you just follow your breath inward, you connect to a place where you can iron anguish out of your joints and sinews. Vinyasa flow classes are tough under the best of circumstances. Even for those of us who have put our time in on the mat. But try holding a five minute headstand with tears running across your forehead. That will teach you about equanimity in inversion, about using healthy fear to counterbalance an aching heart. The need to physicalize grief is powerful. As Jews we have K’riah, a small act of material destruction to speed catharsis. It lances the grief to the extent that such a small gesture can.
My favorite class is a darker shade of yoga, all squats and crouches, deep in the hip flexors, where you have to anchor to your pelvic floor to navigate the practice with any grace. This is not delicate, violet colored yoga, by any means. It reminds me that for all of the Shakti, there is Shiva. For each small delicate life, there will be a death. And it is reflected in my body. I feel vibrant after a strong practice, but the sides of my big toes have gone numb from years of picking up and jumping back (not me in video, btw). Even with all of the awareness that I have cultivated in certain areas of my body, some are going dark. The transaction does not yield a net gain. But those losses are tangible, calculable. Those losses are safer than facing the one that Leiby’s parents now have.
The Jewish story is one of physical exertion. The texts are full of runners and fighters, soldiers and slaves, men and angels lifting boulders, crossing desserts and dancing in times of joy. Physical pain is etched deeply in the narrative structure of this people; the physical scars match the emotional ones in their breadth and depth. Yet, these are people who carry on, both biblically and historically, in spite of physical duress. Abraham supposedly went out looking for guests shortly after circumcising himself. Job lost everything and still kept the faith. Biblical language often links emotional suffering and moral failings to specific body parts. There is talk of broken hearts, bones crushed as if by lions, etc. The body and the material world matter deeply in Judaism, they are evidence of the creative force that shapes us, and ground for discovery of self as an individual, but also in relationship to a larger communal whole. You are not just Jewish in your head and heart, but at the most basic cellular level, and then out again from that nucleus. Davening is an extension from that center, a pulsation. For it is not just a verbal recitation, it involves that rhythmic swaying and rocking. When I first saw it, to be perfectly frank, it reminded me of the self-soothing movement of autistic children, who often rock back and forth in place. But I think it just serves a similar purpose, a way to scratch a psycho-spiritual itch. My yoga practice is like that, rhythmic action, sometimes rote, sometimes frantic and breathless, but always an attempt to integrate body and spirit into some kind of vibrational whole. In spite of my sloppy spirituality, and semi-latent agnosticism, these stories still resonate with me. I feel sadness in the back of my throat and hovering around my temples.
This horrible thing happened in my town, and I imagine, horribly, my own child, disoriented and vulnerable, humbling himself to ask a stranger for help. I can catch the faintest aura of what Leiby’s family is experiencing, and it is blinding. So when I walked out of yoga, I had to wonder why no one else seemed upset. The city felt heartless and cold, and I felt alone. Then, a woman saw me crying on the F train, and, without a word of question, handed me a tissue. May we be able to extend that same compassion, many times over, to the family mauled by this murder.
July 26, 2011 by Sonia Isard
Amy Winehouse made pop music into magic, into high art. She had a genius for rhythm, an uncanny ear for melody, and an extraordinary knowledge of how to take advantage of her matchless voice.
From the first time I heard Back to Black (2006), what grabbed me about Winehouse’s music was the richness of the production—she understood that the heart of great pop is the depth, the layering, of its sound. Because of her ability to build her music like the layers of an oil painting, every song on that album is drenched in the abundant influences of pop music history—from blues to rap to R&B to jazz. It’s not just that her music is beautiful, catchy, entertaining, ridiculously funny, chilling—her music is smart. As Sasha Frere-Jones writes, “She sounded like an original sixties soul star, developed when the landscape had no rules.”
The complexity of her identity—Jew, Brit, unabashed adorer of Black American music—was part of what gave her enigmatic presence so much power and so much productive tension. Her fearlessness in her music allowed her to play with nostalgia while fundamentally changing the face and direction of women’s blue-eyed soul (see: Adele, Duffy) and maybe popular music entirely.
Her death on Jul 23, 2011, was heart-breaking, and tragic, and horribly unsurprising. May her memory be for a blessing.
July 22, 2011 by Bonnie Beth Chernin
When I decided to stop at an outdoor flea market in Ocean County, New Jersey on the way to visit my parents in their retirement community, I recalled the pebbled blue havdalah spice box my mother had once rescued from entering an auction. The memory instinctively put me on alert for abandoned Judaica while I scoured folding tables full of old toy action figures, record albums, how-to-books, and discounted underwear still wrapped in plastic from a factory in Haiti.
In the late 70s, the father-in-law of my mother’s friend died. Janice asked my mother to look at the remnants of his house before the items were tagged for an auction sale.
“It’s time for them to go,” Janice said. “We’ve sold his house, now we need to get rid of his stuff.”
My mother was a veteran of flea markets during the 70s. She bought ruby red Depression glassware if it was priced under five dollars. She was also known to walk away from any table whose owner didn’t bargain. My mother had an eye for value. She would turn over a cup and saucer to check its set mark, and she could tell real Depression glass from an imitation. So when my mother came home and told me she had reviewed the acquisitions of an older man of means, I fully expected to see one or two things she brought back as a “good find.”
What she showed me was a blue havdalah spice box with a brass flag on top and matching candlesticks for Shabbat. Yet we had never said havdalah in our house, and my mother didn’t need any more Shabbat candlesticks.
“I couldn’t let this get sold at an auction,” she said.
I thought at the ripe age of 17, I would now need to start saying havdalah, the Saturday night prayer that says good-bye to Shabbat and ushers in a new week. I was wrong. We continued to light Sabbath candles on Friday night, offering a warm hello to Shabbat, but we did not match it with a fond farewell, despite the addition of the spice box. My mother’s rescue stopped short of change.
Although we did not incorporate havdalah into our weekends, the spice box and candlesticks remained with my mother through three moves over thirty years and has become an intrinsic part of her dining room display, front and center on her wall unit shelf.
As I walked among the tables, my mind filled with the memory of my mother’s rescue. I scanned each table for a stray kiddush cup, lone menorah, or other Jewish items that might need saving from relentless sun and forgotten purpose.
Nothing turned up, but I realized my search had embraced my mother’s spirit of seeking treasure in another’s trash: look out for a “good find”—and our heritage.
July 22, 2011 by Merissa Nathan Gerson
The difference between being Jewish in Israel and Jewish in America hinges on the perceiver. In Israel I was either the least or the most Jewish. Either I knew too many prayers, or too few. I was either the secular or the Orthodox, and once in a blue moon, rarely, I was simply Jewish, simply in synch, simply me.
In America, Jewish becomes a motivated act. I become an emissary. I come out of the woodworks so they will come out of the woodworks. I pray, so they will pray.
I went to a Hindu Ashram after Yeshiva to save my body. It was victim to the yeshiva ideal, a pale, thin hunchback, only the American version: weight gain and back pain. Yes, I left more knowledgeable, but no, my body did not thank me.
So, a yoga teacher training was my way of saving my back from a future of decay, and to make up for a full year on pause from a regular yoga practice. What this meant was a twenty-four hour flip of roles, of audience, of peers and compatriots. What this meant was that I had to resume my American role: spokesperson for Judaism.
At the ashram they made an exhausted point that all religions were welcome, even that all religions were “one.” This last argument left much to be desired as we chanted to Krishna before an idolatrous altar clad with a prominent photo of “Lord Jesus.” And on Fridays there was no acknowledgment of the Jewish Sabbath unless someone initiated it. This left me assuming my role as vocal Jewess, and provoked a deep murmur from within wondering why I ever left the Jewish homeland. (more…)
July 14, 2011 by Rabbi Phyllis Sommer
Cross-posted with Ima (on and off) the Bima.
Last night, I noticed a tweet from Rabbi Jason Miller, sharing with me an article written on the Forward’s Sisterhood blog.
I read it at about 5am, while nursing the baby. A little ironic, no?
It struck me particularly hard, since I have had a little bit of a difficult week in terms of balance. Let me explain.

Note the camp attire (flip flops), baby sling, and tallit. Just another day as the ima on the bima...well, not so much bima at camp. More like tree stump!
I’m currently serving on faculty at camp, as you may know. With me at camp are my husband and three children (the oldest is a camper, so I’m not only not responsible for him, I don’t even get to see him very much!), and we are accompanied by a teenage babysitter. The babysitter generally shepherds the two older kids to their activities, while my dear husband spends his time with the baby. Often, the baby accompanies me to programming as well, since he likes very much to be the center of attention! Camp is a great place for my family – everyone has something that they enjoy doing, and we fall into a nice routine of sharing our lives with our friends at camp.
For various reasons, my husband kindly agreed to go along on a 3 day camping trip with one of the older units. He left early Monday morning. On Monday, my babysitter started to feel a little ill and began to run a fever…so she went home, ideally just overnight, to speed up her recuperation (she is fine and will be back soon, I hope!). So…I was left all alone with my kids AND my responsibilities to camp. So far, so good. I’ve weathered this minor storm, my friends have helped out and pitched in, and it’s been fine. I am definitely looking forward to both of them returning to share the work, but I am not overly upset about how this has gone. But it’s definitely on my mind, making sure that everyone gets what they need from me.
July 5, 2011 by Maya Bernstein
My daughter, in a post-kindergarten exuberant high, has been exercising her new reading and writing skills by creating “books” in her free time. She wrote one called “Zoo.” It was four computer-paper pages long, taped together. Page one had a picture of a horse, and, underneath, the word “horse.” Page two had a zebra, “zebra.” Page three a whale, “whale.”
Her next book showed remarkable progress. She titled it “The Magical Book,” and, in a nod to Magritte, flatly and surreally described her drawings. Page one pictures a magic wand and the words: “This is a wand.” Page two has a prancing unicorn and the description: “This is a unicorn,” and so on. Had she merely inserted the word “not,” her artwork would be hanging beside the famous pipe and hotly debated in bars nationwide.
I noticed a circle, outlined in black, colored in with a yellow highlighter, on the title page, and asked what it was. She smiled and said, “That’s the golden medal that great books get. I gave one to my book.” And so, I find myself in the wonderful position of being the parent of a Caldecott Medalist.
I was struck by her audacity. Of course, she didn’t realize it, but she was embracing advice given by conductor Benjamin Zander, conductor of the Boston Philharmonic, in his book “The Art of Possibility.” Zander, in an attempt to diffuse the extreme tension around grades in his New England Conservatory of Music class, began his classes by giving each student an “A.” The only requirement he gave them was that, at the end of the semester, they write him a letter explaining why they deserved that “A.” It removed the competition from amongst the students, took the focus away from grades and performance, and challenged students to function like “A” students throughout the semester, taking risks, pushing themselves, and dedicating themselves completely to learning and growing in the class.
That fluorescent yellow circle made me pause. What would happen if we gave our children the “A,” stamped them with medals, before they had done anything, and then challenged them to live up to it? Perhaps it would help them realize that our opinion of them did not depend on their performance? That the most nourishing rewards they can receive are internal? Best of all, might it help them fail forward – become more resilient as they inevitably fall, and realize that each time they do not succeed they can learn something, which will help them grow.
Perhaps we can even go so far as giving ourselves the “A,” as parents, and giving ourselves permission to take risks, to make mistakes, to fail forward as we raise these bright new lives, inevitably tripping along the way? I’m thinking of designing a button, and wearing it with pride at all times. Yes, I will make the wrong choices for my children. Yes, I will lose my cool. Yes, I will say the wrong things at the right times and the right things at the wrong times and pay for their first four years of therapy. But I’ll be wearing my medal. Which means that I’ll have tried my hardest. And I’ll strive not to repeat the same mistakes twice. And I’ll try not to take myself too seriously. And I’ll expect the best of myself at every moment, because I’m wearing that button, I’m a Caldecott Mom.
And then, finally, maybe we’ll be ready to abandon the stamps and the medals and the buttons and the grades altogether, and simply be, like my daughter whose Caldecott book is totally yesterday’s news (today she’s working on a story about a rainbow), striving always to grow, to be our best selves, and, each day, begin anew.
July 1, 2011 by Jill Finkelstein
Welcome to this week’s installment of Lilith’s Link Roundup. Each week we post Jewish and feminist highlights from around the web. If there’s anything you want to be sure we know about, email us or leave a message in the comments section below.
Shoshannah Stern, a deaf Jewish actress, took a stand against sexual assault in a video for Deaf Hope, an organization dedicated to ending “domestic and sexual violence against Deaf women and children.” [The Sisterhood]
Last week, the United States Supreme Court ruled in favor of Wal-Mart in an enormous discrimination lawsuit involving 1.5 million female employees. [Jezebel]
Bridges, a Jewish feminist journal, announced that it is closing its doors after 21 years. [Jewschool]
Rabbi Sharon Kleinbaum, a lesbian and gay rights activist, made headlines last week during a gay marriage protest (prior to New York’s passage of the same-sex marriage bill). In a video posted by The Times Union, Kleinbaum was seen putting her arm around a Hasidic protester while holding a pro-equality sign, prompting him to spit on her and to repeatedly shout “You’re not a Jew!” [The Shmooze]
CNN correspondent Dana Bash was pressured to step down as a trustee of Jewish Women International because of the organization’s stance on abortion rights. [JTA]
A growing gender bias has begun to plague women rabbis. Not only have recent JTS rabbinical school graduates been struggling to find jobs, an article in the Star Tribune revealed that many female rabbis have been losing their jobs as a result of synagogues downsizing. [The Jewish Week] & [Jewesses With Attitude]
Last week, Hillel Israel held a Bat Mitzvah ceremony for twelve Holocaust survivors at Tel Aviv University. Each of the women studied and gave a sermon on the Torah portion that they would have been given had the Holocaust not happened. [Haaretz]
Various women’s groups, including the Center of Jewish Pluralism and the Rackman Center for the Advancement of the Status of Women, filed a petition in Israel demanding that women be allowed to contend for the position of Rabbinical Court Director. While no decision has been made, Supreme Court Justice Edmund Levy expressed his support for the measure. [Ynet]
Knesset members expressed a widespread opposition to a proposal which would increase Israel’s retirement age for women from 62 to 67 (not 64, which was originally proposed). Despite this, many women still feel that Israel is not doing enough to promote women’s equality. [The Marker] & [Haaretz] (more…)