Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Yom Kippur Morning 5776/2015 All Lives Matter: Rabbi Rachel Goldenberg

All Lives Matter
Yom Kippur Morning 5776/2015
Rabbi Rachel Goldenberg

In the Midrash, our rabbis bring a teaching on a case of the court-ordered punishment of flogging:

Two men go to court, and one is determined to be guilty.
The Torah says[1],
If the guilty one is to be flogged, the magistrate shall have him lie down and be given lashes in his presence, by count, as his guilt warrants. He may be given up to forty lashes, but not more, lest being flogged further, to excess, your brother be degraded before your eyes.

The Midrash teaches[2],
From the moment he is flogged, he is your brother.
From this it was said, “all who are liable for excommunication and are flogged immediately are exempted from excommunication.” Rabbi Chananya ben Gamliel said, “all day, the text calls him ‘wicked,’ . . . . but from the time that he is flogged, the text calls him ‘your brother’. . . .”

According to our tradition, trom the moment the punishment is brought against a guilty person, he is no longer called “wicked”; he is called “your brother.”

And this punishment takes place before our eyes, so that we can be sure that the number of lashes accords with the count that his guilt warrants, and no more.

In her book, “The New Jim Crow,” Ohio State law professor and civil rights advocate Michele Alexander shares innumerable stories and studies, about the War on Drugs and mass incarceration, especially of African American men. Our country’s enormous incarceration system, and its injustices, are largely hidden from our view. It is hard for us to even know what the magistrates are doing, as our systems of justice and punishment are not carried out as described in the Torah: before our eyes.

But in the haftarah this morning, Isaiah reminds us that today is a day for scrutiny – of ourselves and of the society we are building. The fast that God expects from us today is one that forces us to face the stories we would rather not hear.

Alexander argues, based on enormous amounts of research, that the current War on Drugs, including mandatory minimum sentences, and many other aspects of the criminal justice system comprise a new manifestation of a racist system of control.  This system began with slavery, morphed into Jim Crow, and now uses the justice system to severely limit and control the lives of a huge proportion of Black people in this country.

Alexander tells the social history of how from slavery, through Jim Crow, to today, Black men have been presumed to be criminals. Today, they are swept up into the criminal justice system in huge numbers, the system pressures the accused – and often the innocent – to plead guilty to lesser charges. They are then left with a record of arrests, jail time, and the label of “felon” for the rest of their lives.

This label of “felon” then releases the rest of society from any responsibility for a person’s future welfare. He is forever known as “wicked.”  He is no longer our “brother.”

Here are just two stories from Alexander’s book[3]:
Imagine you are Emma Faye Stewart, a 30-year-old, single African American mother of two who was arrested as part of a drug sweep in Hearne, Texas. All but one of the people arrested were African American. You are innocent. After a week in jail, you have no one to care for your two small children and are eager to get home. Your court-appointed attorney urges you to plead guilty to a drug distribution charge, saying the prosecutor has offered probation. You refuse, steadfastly proclaiming your innocence. Finally, after a month in jail, you decide to plead guilty so you can return home to your children. Unwilling to risk a trial and years of imprisonment, you are sentenced to ten years probation and ordered to pay $1000 in fines, as well as court and probation costs. You are also now branded as a drug felon. You are no longer eligible for food stamps; you may be discriminated against in employment; you cannot vote for at least 12 years; and you are about to be evicted from public housing. Once homeless, your children will be taken from you and put in foster care.

A judge eventually dismisses all cases against the defendants who did not plead guilty. At trial, the judge finds that the entire sweep was based on the testimony of a single informant who lied to the prosecution. You, however, are still a drug felon, homeless, and desperate to regain custody of your children.

Now place yourself in the shoes of Clifford Runoalds, another African American victim of the Hearne drug bust. You returned home to Bryan Texas to attend the funeral of your 18-month-old daughter. Before the funeral services begin, the police show up and handcuff you. You beg the officers to let you take one last look at your daughter before she is buried. The police refuse. You are told by the prosecutors that you are needed to testify against one of the defendants in a recent drug bust. You deny witnessing any drug transaction; you don’t know what they are talking about. Because of your refusal to cooperate, you are indicted on felony charges. After a month of being held in jail, the charges against you are dropped. You are technically free, but as a result of your arrest and period of incarceration , you lose your job, your apartment, your furniture, and your car. Not to mention the chance to say good-bye to your baby girl.

According to Alexander, these “brutal stories. . .  are not isolated incidents, nor are the racial identities of Emma. . .  and Clifford . . . random or accidental. In every state across our nation, African Americans –particularly in the poorest neighborhoods—are subjected to tactics and practices that would result in public outrage and scandal if committed in middle-class white neighborhoods. . . .”[4]

“Where is your brother” – God asks Cain.

Am I my brother’s keeper?” is his response.

And the Torah reminds us, “You shall not remain indifferent.”

Here are just a few statistics[5]:

·      When the War on Drugs gained full steam in the mid-80’s, drug related prison admissions for Blacks nearly quadrupled in three years, and then increased steadily until in 2000, it reached a level more than 26 times the level in 1983.

·      Today, in at least 15 states, blacks are admitted to prison on drug charges at a rate from 20 to 57 times greater than that of white men.

·      These are the numbers, despite the fact that the vast majority of illegal drug users and dealers nationwide are white.

·      Incarceration rates continue to climb in all communities – even though violent crime rates are at historic lows.

·      Overall, one in every 14 black men was behind bars in 2006 compared with one in 106 white men. And for black men between the ages of 20 and 35 the rate skyrockets to one in nine.

In the book of Deuteronomy[6], we read,
“Tzedek, tzedek tirdof,”
“Justice, justice you shall pursue.”

The commentators ask why the word “tzedek,” or “justice” is repeated twice.
One answer they give is that just ends can only be achieved through just means[7].

The means: our system of law enforcement, how we enter a plea of guilt or innocence, the way we populate juries, how we sentence people, the punishments themselves, and what happens afterwards. The means must be just in order for us to call what we are doing, “tzedek,”– “justice.”

Another story – this time from the Washington Post[8]:

In February 2010, Louis Sawyer, a 49-year-old Black man, was released from federal prison in Pennsylvania after spending more than half of his life behind bars for murder. Authorities rejected his plan to live with family, who could support him while he looked for work. Sawyer was left to return to Washington, D.C., where he had no home, no job prospects and no family. A blizzard had hobbled the mid-Atlantic, and Sawyer called Hope Village, his appointed halfway house, to ask if he could delay the trip. Permission denied. If he wasn't there by midnight, he'd be considered an escapee.

Sawyer checked in and entered the kitchen-less, two-bedroom apartment he'd share with up to seven roommates. He had four months to find a job and permanent housing. If he failed, he could be evicted and end up homeless.

Louis began signing up for classes. One taught him about the internet, which he had never encountered. Hope Village threw up obstacles, though: the computer lab was reserved for a GED course, not job searches, and cellphones and laptops were not allowed.
Another training program rejected him because there was a nursery school in the building where it met, even though his offense had occurred 25 years ago and had nothing to do with children.

His job applications were rejected, one after another, because he had to check “the box” indicating he had a criminal record. He went to city jobs fairs, though he soon learned that most of the organizations represented there did not hire returning citizens. Ultimately he was accepted into a transitional home and eventually did land a part-time job, more than 6 months after leaving prison, through a contact made a church. Today he works as a peer advocate for people recently released from prison.

Mass incarceration has enormous consequences, not only when a person is in prison, but even more so when they are released. Nationwide over 46,000 statutes impose consequences on people convicted of crimes. Many states bar people with felony convictions from jobs that require licenses – including nursing, hair dressing and plumbing. Many employers are reluctant to hire people with criminal records, reducing the likelihood of job callback or offer by around 50%. 

When citizens return from prison, if they are able to find a job, they rarely earn a living wage, perpetuating the cycle of poverty and incarceration. And this doesn’t just affect those who served time; simply having an arrest record can affect an employer’s decision.

Louis is an exceptional example - he doesn’t drink or use drugs, he was able to develop marketable skills while in prison, and he is healthy. Many other returning citizens have minimal education and are also struggling with addictions and mental health issues, creating even more obstacles.

Our brothers’ voices cry out to us.

Shall we remain indifferent?

How can it be that in our country, the only jobs that will hire returning citizens are those related to helping other returning prisoners.

The Midrash I opened with says, “all who are liable for excommunication and are flogged immediately are exempted from excommunication.” 

How can it be that our society does the bare minimum, if that, to help our brothers reintegrate and become contributing members of the community.

This afternoon, we will read in the book of Leviticus that we are commanded to have accurate and honest scales, weights and measures. The word used for “accurate” or “honest” is again this word, “tzedek” or “just.”

A holy society is based on a justly calibrated system of scales, weights and measures.  The Torah doesn’t use this word “tzedek” by accident. I think these verses are teaching us that if our system of tzedek is out of whack – if the scales and systems of justice are not calibrated correctly – we will end up doing acts of great injustice.

Let me be clear – I am not laying the blame here on any one person or group of people or facet of our justice system. I don’t believe that all of our police are corrupt or are out on the streets purposefully looking for Black men to arrest. But I do believe that the scales – the system –has been calibrated  - and Michele Alexander argues – purposefully calibrated –in a way that incentivizes and rewards unjust and racist practices that have unjust and racist results.

The system has been calibrated such that the prisoner is no longer considered our brother.

It is calibrated such that not enough weight is given to elements of compassion such as rehabilitation, mental health and addiction services, housing, and real support for finding employment after release from prison.

The system has been calibrated such that outrageous numbers of African Americans –shockingly disproportionate to their population and the crime rates in their communities – are under correctional control today.

One result of this distorted system is that “more African American adults are under correctional control today – in prison or jail, on probation or parole – than were enslaved in 1850, a decade before the Civil War began.”[9]

One result is that “more [black men] are disenfranchised today than in 1870, the year the Fifteenth Amendment was ratified prohibiting laws that explicitly deny the right to vote on the basis of race.”[10]

One result is that “Young black men today may be just as likely to suffer discrimination in employment, housing, public benefits, and jury service as a black man in the Jim Crow era – discrimination that is perfectly legal, because it is based on one’s criminal record.”[11]

When we break our fast today, there are a number of actions we can take.

One is to learn more –every American of conscience should read Michele Alexander’s book The New Jim Crow, and I hope to create an opportunity to discuss it as a congregation this year.

We can also thank our state lawmakers and our governor for recently passing Second Chance Society legislation. These laws reduce sentences for non-violent offences, abolish mandatory minimum sentences for drug possession, increase services to reintegrate non-violent offenders into society and work to close the school-to-prison pipeline. We will have a chance to get involved when it comes to implementing this legislation.

We can also be proud that multiple cities in CT have already agreed to Ban the Box on employment applications – the box a person has to check to indicate a prior conviction or felony – before even having a chance for a job interview. However, this only applies to the public sector. Those of us in the private sector and in the non-profit world should also refrain from excluding a job applicant from consideration solely based on a past conviction.

Our brothers cry out to us,
And on this day of self-scrutiny, we are called upon to ask ourselves, “What truly disturbs us?” “Whom do we really care about?” “Whose lives really matter?”

In our Torah portion this morning, when Moses reaffirms our sacred covenant, demanding that we choose life, Moses addresses our entire nation – men and women, children, strangers, from woodchoppers to water drawers.

Everyone is a part of this sacred covenantal system.
No one can say, “it is not my responsibility.”

Our sacred American covenantal system of justice, as it is currently calibrated, is not just.

This should disturb us.
It is our responsibility.
And when we are told to choose life, we should never be asking, “for whom?”
Because All Lives Matter.




[1] Deut. 25:3
[2] Sifrei Ki Tetze 286
[3] Michele Alexander, The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness, New York: 2012, p. 97-8.
[4] Ibid. p. 98
[5] Ibid. p. 98-100
[6] Deut 16:20
[7] Simcha Bunem, quoted in Etz Hayyim commentary on Deut 16:20
[8] http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2011/01/14/AR2011011405709.html
[9] Ibid. p. 180.
[10] Ibid.
[11] Ibid.

Rosh Hashanah 2015/5776 Empty-Nester Rabbi- Rabbi Rachel Goldenberg

This summer as we’ve been reading the book of Deuteronomy, I’ve been identifying with Moses, as he gives his last speech to the Israelites before they cross into the Promised Land, leaving him behind. He exhorts them to not forget all he has taught them and to remember their larger purpose as a People in covenant with God.

It may be presumptuous to imagine this as a Moses moment for me. But I would venture to say that I get where he is coming from. As we enter this last year for us together as rabbi and congregation, I too have an urge to exhort you to not forget all we have learned together, and to remember what your larger purpose is.

Another image has occurred to me these past couple weeks, as I’ve watched the overstuffed station wagons passing me on Rte 95 - that of a mother sending her children off to college. I’m anticipating being an empty-nest rabbi, watching from afar, rooting for you every step of the way. Before you fly away, I want to leave you with some last words of insight into who you already are and who I believe you can become.

In our Torah portions today and tomorrow, we have two stories of parents having to let their children go. This morning, Abraham puts a skin of water on Hagar’s shoulder, and sends her off with their son Ishmael, into the desert. And tomorrow, Abraham will take his son Isaac to the top of Mount Moriah, intending to offer him up as a sacrifice to God.

These are heart-wrenching stories of abandonment and near-sacrifice of children, and they are very disturbing. But over the years, perhaps because of my own experience of parenthood, and our experience of growing together as a congregation, I’ve come to see these stories in a new way.

These stories are surely not here to ask us to sacrifice or abandon our children. But they are here to evoke the raw, painful feelings of letting go. They are here to ask us what parenting is for in the first place. Parenting is not about holding on to our children so tightly that they can never grow up. It is about giving them all the love and guidance we can and then letting them go so that they can become who they are meant to be in the world.

But these stories are bigger than just parents and children – they are really about the covenantal relationship between God and the Jewish People. Isaac is the only heir to the covenant. By asking Abraham to sacrifice his son, God asks Abraham to put the future of the whole covenantal project at risk.

It’s a paradox – similar to parenting.  Abraham personally has to let go of control over the future of the covenant so that the covenant itself might be fulfilled. In order for the Jewish people to become who we are meant to be, God and Abraham both have to let go enough that they risk losing us altogether. These stories ask us to consider letting go of what is most precious to us – our children; our sacred tradition –so that this preciousness might manifest even more fully in the world and become what it is meant to be.

As a congregation, these stories teach us to risk who we are and how we sustain ourselves as a synagogue in order to keep Judaism and the Jewish People alive and vibrant in the future. We are taking such a risk this year. In order to lower barriers to involvement of families with younger children, we have made the fees for our kids’ learning programs a freewill gift – allowing families with kids in Kindergarten through 3rd grade to decide how much they will pay for religious education for their kids.

This community should continue to take these kinds of meaningful risks - to see its mission as reaching beyond who is already here and beyond who you already think Jews are.


A congregant recently showed me a powerful video[1] of the actor Michael Douglas accepting the Genesis award in Israel. In his acceptance speech, which he delivers in front of an audience that includes Prime Minister Netanyahu, he speaks about how his father Kirk Douglas and his son Dylan both inspired him to embrace his Jewish identity, late in life. Michael Douglas is a patrilineal Jew – his mother was not Jewish, his father was, and so according to strict interpretation of Jewish law, he is not a Jew. But in the Reform movement, we consider anyone with one Jewish parent, who is raised as a Jew, to be Jewish. Douglas’ public affirmation of Jewish identity, passed down by the father, was actually a radical thing to do, especially in Israel, where the Orthodox rabbinate does not recognize patrilineal descent. And Douglas, who gets to determine where the prize money goes – announced that a portion of it would go to organizations that promote the welcoming of intermarried families into the Jewish community.

The future of the Jewish People, and of this community in particular, is going to rest in its willingness to open the doors as wide as possible and to go out there and find people who are unaffiliated, who marginally identify as Jews, who grew up with one Jewish parent or maybe even just one Jewish grandparent –and for sure, people who are intermarried – and invite them to investigate and cultivate their Jewishness and the Jewishness of their children. This community cannot afford to interpret the covenant in narrow terms – as only including those who were born into unambiguously Jewish families – as only including those who would naturally walk into a synagogue without an invitation. You must risk the terms of the covenant to fulfill the covenant.

By taking these kinds of risks, we keep Judaism from becoming stagnant – we keep it alive. And this brings me to the second story we read this morning – the Haftarah’s story of Hannah. This summer at the Hartman Institute in Jerusalem, I studied with Bible scholar Michah Goodman, who sees this morning’s Haftarah as a critique of institutional Judaism.

Hannah goes up to the Temple in Shiloh every year with her family, to offer sacrifices and enjoy a festive meal. She is barren and deeply yearns for children. One year, Hannah stands outside the Temple and weeps bitterly, praying for a son. Her lips move, but no sound can be heard. The High Priest Eli, who is in charge of the Temple, sees her and accuses her of being drunk. His instinct is to push her away. When she explains herself, he finally gets it, and her prayer ultimately is answered. But we all know that if we were to push someone like Hannah away from our doorstep, she probably would not come back and try again. She would be lost to us.

Later in the story of Eli, we learn that he and his sons are corrupt priests, skimming money off the top for themselves.

So, here we have the High Priest, who wears the breastplate with the names of the 12 tribes of Israel inscribed on it, as a constant reminder that he serves the whole People of Israel. And he walks outside the Temple and can’t recognize the spiritual needs of an actual Israelite standing right in front of him. He can’t see that her spirituality – spontaneous, creative, and outside the walls of the institution – is authentic. He is so focused on maintaining the institution, tending to the sacrifices, doing things the way they have always been done, and reaping the benefits of that, that he forgets whom he is supposed to serve and why the Temple exists in the first place.
According to Michah Goodman, this story is meant to reveal how easily religious institutions, especially those with fancy buildings! – can become self-serving, inward-looking, and stagnant. How easily we can forget that we have a larger mission beyond keeping the institution itself operating –and enjoying this community as it already is.

This synagogue is so vibrant and successful, and it will continue to be those things only if you don’t forget why you are here. You are here to help Jews know how to be Jews and to experience how Judaism can enrich their lives. You are here to meet people’s actual spiritual needs, to respond to where they are and to take them further –through Torah study, through prayer and music and other forms of spiritual practice, through celebrating Shabbat and holidays. You are here to make Judaism live and breathe – to get creative and let in new ideas. You are here to make Torah speak to your lives and make it touch the world – by taking on difficult issues and engaging each other in bold acts of social justice. You are here to care for one another – those whose names you know, and those whom you’ve only just met.  You are here to see the person standing outside, trying to connect, and to help them feel part of something larger.

So many religious institutions become all about themselves, all about their buildings, and all about what they have always done. You are an amazing community. You already know how to push the boundaries on what is possible. You already know how to keep changing and adapting. This gorgeous building is an asset. Don’t forget that these blessings are meant to be harnessed to bring Jews close to Judaism and to each other, to cultivate people’s souls and to heal the world.

So far this morning, I’ve brought you teachings from the Torah and from the Prophets. I can’t conclude until I’ve brought a Talmudic teaching I studied this summer that I believe has a message for this congregation as well.

In the Mishnah, the rabbis discuss, when building a town, whether it is necessary to build a wall around the town, with a gate with a bar, and a gatehouse. Rabban Gamliel argues that it is not always necessary to have these things, and therefore you can’t compel a resident to pay for it with their tax money. The next generation of sages take up the question in the Gemara. Some propose that these security measures are considered an improvement (which would imply that you should tax people for them). But others disagree, and tell a story to illustrate their point. They tell the story of a pious man who would converse with the prophet Elijah, and when this pious man suggested that building a wall and a locked gate around a town would be an improvement, Elijah refused to converse with him anymore.

A puzzling text. Thankfully, the Medieval commentator Rashi comes along and explains it. He says: these security measures are not considered an improvement and in fact are a loss to the town. Why? Because the wall, the locked gate and the gatehouse prevent the sound of the cries of the poor from reaching the town.

We are blessed to live in a privileged area. It is beautiful and wealthy, and white, and can seem far from the suffering and the cries of the poor. The Talmud is telling us, that it can be a detriment to our Jewish community when we shelter ourselves from the cry of those who are suffering.

In fact, there are people who are in need in our very congregation, in our bucolic little towns, in the prisons just down the road, and in the cities surrounding us. Elijah is telling us, it is harder to be a good Jew out here. We can collect tzedakah, do mitzvah projects and teach our kids about Tikkun Olam – and we must do that. But it takes a larger effort to move out of our safe, peaceful communities to the places where we can hear those cries. This effort must continue to be at the heart of this congregation that has in its name “Rodfe Zedek,” seekers of justice.
Eight years ago today, I stood here and gave my first Rosh Hashana sermon in this community. And I spoke about this beautiful ark, which has become a Jewish text for me over the years. I want to conclude this morning with one more commentary on it.

About 6 years ago, our family made a pilgrimage to Mass MOCA to see the LeWitt wall drawing retrospective. There is a segment of the exhibit with a wall drawing that looks a lot like this ark. We stood in front of it, and I remarked to our daughter Amina, who was about 4 years old at the time – “look Amina! Do you recognize that? It’s the same painting that we have on our ark at home in the synagogue!!” I was so excited for her to see the connection and couldn’t wait to hear her reaction. Which was…  “Ima, that is not the same as the painting in our synagogue.”  Boy was I confused! “What do you mean Amina? Of course it is!” And she said, “No Ima, it’s missing a color – it doesn’t have the grey!”  I had never noticed that this ark had a grey color in it. But Amina had noticed. This ark – this unique place – had already made a distinct impression on her.

This place has made a deep impression on me – and on my family. And we will be carrying so much with us across our river to wherever we are going next.

I believe and will say with all humility, never having met the man, that this community embodies what Sol LeWitt created in this piece. The covenant – the Jewish People –  the Torah - are really forms of conceptual art. The concept lives on long after the artist is gone, and it can be made manifest in every moment, and in every generation, and in every place that we dwell.

This community is a unique and colorful manifestation of the ancient concept of Judaism. Keep returning to that concept - and make it new, make it dance, make it live.



[1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZYpcTqnDNM&sns=em