This posting is in memory of the Americans who died on September 11, 2014. Never forget!! Never forgive!!
I have been, and will continue to be for the coming weeks or perhaps months, amidst a particularly pressing period of personal and professional programming (to wax alliterative). Not posting as often as usual, but still here.
Today, September 11th, my schedule includes a morning conference that happens to be a few blocks from the World Trade Center in Lower Manhattan. It will likely be quite crowded, an even bigger bolagon then Lower Manhattan is under normal circumstances.
In keeping with the September 11th theme, I note that home-grown terrorist Marcos Alonso Zea has taken a plea deal to limit his incarceration to 25 years instead of a potential life sentence.
Zea decided to travel to Yemen to join Ansar al-Sharia, Al-Qaida's affiliate there. He didn't have a Yemen visa, so he was turned back in London, and returned to New York. He then continued to prep for terrorism activity, and his co-conspirator was arrested at Idlewyld Airport (now known as JFK Airport in New York City, but to me it is still Idlewyld). Zea learned that he, too, was under investigation, and "caused electronic media on his computer to be destroyed in an effort to obstruct the investigation. Despite his efforts, a forensic examination of Zea’s electronic media subsequently conducted by investigators revealed an assortment of violent Islamic extremist materials, including issues of Inspire magazine, part of AQAP’s English-language media operations."
My question: Where are the forensic examiners who found the goods on Zea's computer? There are some computers at the IRS that need examination.
There has been much to catch up on since my wife and I returned from Israel almost two weeks ago, so I haven't been posting. I have already done two out-of-town excursions since then (home in time for late dinner), and a few more are planned for me in the coming weeks, and my wife is out of town today for the day.
For reasons not yet appropriate for discussion, the litigation I am conducting has taken a subtle but interesting twist, even as I work on writing the legal memo for the Judge.
And today is my first day back to teach for the semester, with its usual attendant first-day-of-the-semester dysfunctions (which, thankfully, have been quite minor thus far).
Though I have some very strong opinions on the events now transpiring in Israel and in the world, most of those views have been more than adequately expressed by others elsewhere, and will not now be given the "me, too," other than to give a perfunctory "me, too."
And the one matter I do, at this moment, feel a strong compulsion to comment upon, does not warrant much in the way of comment because it speaks for itself:
If the UN does nothing, then it (A) shows the futility of depending upon UN "peacekeepers," and if the UN uses force then that leaves a wide opening for Israel to do likewise, in spades – if Netanyahu has the baytzim to act.
And it really cannot be said that the UN is a "neutral" in this conflict because a UN agency, UNRWA, is allowing its schools in Gaza to be used as safekeeping facilities for Hamas rockets.
So if the blue helmet does not guarantee the safety of the peacekeeper soldier, it is because the UN is not the neutral party it is touted to be.
One great ancient and ingrained Jewish tradition is tzedaka. While the word is commonly rendered as "charity" in English translations, the word actually means "justice." Everyone is obligated to help someone less fortunate then himself/herself.
Jews are frequently accused of being clannish; this is in no small measure a spin by our enemies upon our tendencies to help our own who are in need. During the great immigration waves to America of the early 1900's, newly-arrived Jewish immigrants were given extensive aid by various organizations and individuals within the American Jewish community. One such recipient of this tzedaka was my great-grandmother, who arrived here a widow with three young daughters (my grandmother being one of them). One hundred years later, my great-grandmother's descendants have returned this tzedaka many times over (even when adjusted to current dollars), not only to the Jewish community but to America as a whole. And this does not count a multi-millionaire cousin of mine who is active in some well-known charitable organizations.
And so, before I left for my current excursion to Israel, many members of my congregation gave me tzedaka money to distribute to Israel's needy.
Problem: I have a dollar of tzedaka to distribute (there are many money changer businesses in the city, some within a few meters of one another, all thriving in the tourist trade; changing that dollar bill into shekels would be no problem whatsoever for the recipient). To which of these supplicants should I give that dollar:
A) Woman on street, single mom with 5 kids, says she needs money to feed her kids for the Sabbath (Shabbat).
B) Woman, divorced within past month, 2 young children at home and one teenager learning in yeshiva, ex-husband has severely limited wherewithal to provide support, woman got house as a result of the divorce, but is struggling to keep it. House has 4 bedrooms, plus a basement apartment that can be rented out. Sufficient food in kitchen to feed woman, her three children, plus 3 guests. House has air conditioning.
Ceteris paribus, that tzedaka dollar would go to Woman A. And that is to whom I gave a $10 bill.
Except that Woman A has an attitude. She was berating me for not giving her more, she wants me to buy here entire Shabbat meals (the street upon which she asks alms has a significant amount of foot traffic), and she wants me to buy her all kinds of other things.
What to do?
When I got back to the car, my son (who is now living in the city) told me that he is familiar with that woman, and she has a reputation; she really is needy but that does not stop her from having the attitude.
But Woman B happens to be my son's ex-landlady. And before we came, he realized that his erstwhile apartment, in the basement of Woman B's house, was vacant, so he convinced his former landlady to rent it out to me and my wife for a week.
Well, it turns out that the rate Woman B was charging us was quoted to us in error. Her ex-husband had theretofore handled the rental of the apartment, but now the house is all hers. She had somehow gotten the wrong figure for the rent from the records left by her ex, and had charged us approximately 700 shekels less than the true rental value of the apartment.
Our son was (and has remained) on good terms with his former landlady; his reasons for relocating to his current quarters 2 blocks away had nothing to do with her or her now former husband. Ms. B accordingly was able to approach my son and inform her of the situation. When our son apprised us of it, we decided to give Ms. B an additional 700 shekel for the apartment.
This act of tzedaka went beyond the 700 shekels, however, because when the next tenant comes in (she seems to be on the verge of consummating a deal with someone), Ms. B will receive an appropriate amount of rent.
As for Ms. A, with her welfare entitlement mentality, she may well continue to take advantage of the kindness of tzedaka-minded visitors. But I will not be one of them.