Most engaged Jews knew of Rabbi Arthur Hertzberg
, author of the seminal Zionist Idea. But I have a soft spot for his father Rabbi Tzvi Elimelech Herzberg.
As a first-born son, I needed to be redeemed in a ceremony called a Pidyan Haben
. According to Jewish Law first-born sons are to be given to the priests. But priests became a hereditary group (the Kohen), so parents offer the priests a silver coin to redeem their son. It’s all very cute and ancient. (Just to be a 100% clear for any conspiracy minded anti-Semites, this is all symbolic – no one is taking anyone’s children!) The ceremony is to be held 31 days after the birth. My mother wanted the ceremony on a certain day that was not the 31th day after my birth.
(Another aside, the priest who performed my pidyon aben was a cousin. One of his sons performed my son’s pidyon aben, and one of his grandsons, the late Dr. Ami Cohen, established Save a Child’s Heart
. If you are inclined on this Thanksgiving – or any day, because that is what this post is really about after all – to help those in need, this is a terrific cause.)
So my father and my mother’s father (Grandpa Bernie) went to the Rebbe, Rav Herzberg, to see what could be done. My father, a product of the classic Reform movement, relates:
We went into a room packed with beards. Bernie talked to them for a bit in Yiddish and we went further in. As we went deeper into the forest of beards got bigger and grayer. Finally we reached the biggest whitest beard of them all.
Bernie explained the situation and the Rav got his calendar and counted the days. The day my mother wanted wasn’t the right day. The Rav invited everyone have some schnapps. Then they counted again. Still not the day my mother wanted. Schnapps! Counting and then some more schnapps. After a few rounds of this, my mother got the day she wanted.
Cute story about a clever, flexible Rabbi with a sense of humor. We could use more of those. But Rav Herzberg was also made of steel.
In his 1940 Yom Kippur sermon, Rav Herzberg delivered a blistering sermon
, castigating President Roosevelt for not doing enough to rescue the Jews of Europe.
Our brothers are being killed in Europe by the Nazis. If we had any Jewish dignity, we would, at the end of this fast, get into our cars and go from Baltimore to Washington. We would picket the White House and we would demand of the president that he use his influence on the Nazis, as the great neutral power, to stop the killings….
His synagogue, within an hour of the end of Yom Kippur, fired him.
The American Jewish community did not have its present day confidence in its standing. It shrank from overt political activism. And American Jews loved FDR. I’m reading the Phillip Roth classic, Portnoy’s Complaint, in which he mentions his community saying a blessing for FDR. And this was a true blessing, not like the old blessing for the czar: May Hashem bless the czar and the keep the czar far away from us!
Herzberg did march on Washington, with 400 other Orthodox rabbis on October 6, 1943.
These were not the polished Westernized American Jewish leaders – these were Eastern European Orthodox rebbes with accents in fur hats, giant beards, and long black coats. The President avoided them, claiming a busy schedule. He had advisors (including Jewish leaders), who told him avoid the rebbes. Vice President Henry Wallace met them briefly and “squirmed through a diplomatically minimum answer.”
FDR was a great, great man.
Was there someone else who could have pulled the U.S. out of the depression and mobilized its vast power to destroy the Nazis and Japanese Empire? But on this, he was wrong. How good for the Jewish people, for America, for the world would it have been to rescue a few hundred thousand more Jews – or even a million.
Food for thought as we count our blessings – and we consider the many many millions dreaming of the same.