Liberal democracies like Israel need and depend on pious people. But they don’t need to— and shouldn’t—subsidize grown men for not working.

By Peter Berkowitz for Mosaic Magazine
In the short space of 66 years, Israel has established a kind of polity never before seen in the Middle East, a polity that promises all citizens individual freedom and equality before the law. To an astonishing degree, particularly given the exceedingly dangerous neighborhood in which it dwells, the Jewish state has succeeded.
Not that the dangers, either from without or from within, should ever be discounted. Those from without (Iran, terrorism, the collapse of the Arab state system, stalemate with the Palestinian Authority, and so on) are well known; less so, those from within. Although the Israeli economy has made great strides in shaking off the remnants of its socialist roots, large sectors continue to underperform as government’s heavy hand impedes innovation and stifles competition. In addition, a restive Arab minority, approximately 20 percent of the citizenry, though generally aware that it enjoys the same freedoms enjoyed by Jewish Israelis—freedoms of which Arabs elsewhere in the Middle East can only dream—is increasingly impatient with the underfunding of its communities and its outsider status.
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On
July 18, 1994, a suicide bomber drove a van packed with explosives into
the headquarters of the AMIA Jewish community organization in Buenos
Aires, Argentina. The resulting blast killed 85 people and left hundreds
injured. It was one of the worst incidents of anti-Semitic violence
since World War II. The horrific attack is believed to have been
ordered by the Iranian regime and executed by its terrorist proxies, and
the ongoing betrayal of justice carried out by successive Argentine
leaders who have failed to have the massacre properly investigated and
prosecuted bears notable marks of anti-Semitism.
Priceless
14th-century manuscript from Spanish Jewry’s Golden Age survived
inquisitions and the Holocaust, but now sits trapped in the shuttered
Bosnian National Museum, barred from public display
On
my mother’s glass-and-chrome étagère stands a sepia-toned photograph of
a dapper-looking soldier, a captain in the tzar’s army. The young man,
my maternal grandfather, wears his medals and other military regalia.
The picture pleases the eye, startling the viewer only when background
information comes to light: In addition to being a commanding officer,
my grandfather was a rabbi.
Not
that we have anything against highs in the mid-70s, but as the calendar
inches closer and closer to September (seriously, WHAT??), it’s kinda
hard to believe that was it for summer this year. It’s been a joy
pretending to live in northern California, but it’s time to face the
truth, Oy!sters: fall and 5775 are fast-approaching, and with them
sweaters, boots, and (even) cooler temps. We can practically taste the
pumpkin spice lattes already.
“SHALOM ALEICHEM!” Shiva Shapiro said in a heavy Yiddish accent to her visitors.
When
I sat down to watch The Producers last weekend, I was prepared for the
humor to be somewhat obscene. Having already seen Spaceballs and History
of the World Part I, I was familiar with Mel Brooks’ style. But The
Producers reached an entirely new level. I love Brooks’ sense of humor,
but still I wondered if it was OK to laugh—while wincing—when the female
SS officers dance in a Swastika formation during the first performance
of Springtime for Hitler. Still, my discomfort was short-lived, and I
didn’t find it too difficult to decide to just laugh at and enjoy the
film.
Were
you outraged by a Sainsbury's store's decision over the weekend to
“Mah Jongg is an old lady game.”
In
a 1994 New Yorker profile that appeared a few months after the release
of Schindler’s List, Steven Spielberg spoke candidly about how his
Holocaust epic had transformed him.
It’s
pretty safe to assume that the Islamic terrorist organization that
controls the Gaza Strip didn’t conduct market research on the meaning
and resonance of the organization’s name in Hebrew before choosing to
call itself Hamas.
Turkey
will keep its Jewish citizens safe, but the Jewish community should
denounce Israel, Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan told a Turkish
newspaper.
No
creative work by or about Jews has ever won the hearts and imaginations
of Americans so thoroughly as the musical Fiddler on the Roof, which
this year is celebrating its 50th anniversary and next year will have
its fifth Broadway revival.
Castrillo
Matajudíos, Spain – A Spanish town is in the process of changing its
name due to the anti-Semitic translation, in addition to focusing on
Jewish studies to remember the town’s history.
“Everything
would have been different if I had come from a happy home with people
who cared about me,” Josef Mengele wrote in the 500-page autobiography
discovered after his death. Mengele’s autobiography offers a disturbing
spectacle: the pathetic whining of a pampered, sadistic murderer,
interlaced with sermons on racial superiority and odd little drawings of
bunnies and wooden cabinets. Mengele is a prime case of the
perpetrator’s urge to see himself as a sufferer, a common syndrome among
war criminals. In Auschwitz he was a petty god dispensing death; after
the war, he became a weakling.
Ophir
Samson was sitting with a friend last year at one of his favorite
restaurants in Jaffa when a young waiter approached the table, reached
behind Samson’s ear, and pulled out a gold coin. After a brief moment of
confusion, Samson smiled as he managed to place him: Over eight weeks
in early 2012, Samson had taught magic tricks to a group of 15 teenagers
at Jaffa’s Arab-Jewish Community Center. More than a year had passed,
but this former student clearly remembered what he’d been taught.