The following was written by Rabbi Ervin Birnbaum as part of the Shearim newsletter. Shearim is an award-winning Russian outreach program in Netanya founded by Rabbi Birnbaum a quarter century ago. Rabbi Birnbaum continues to lead Shearim and to serve as rabbi emeritus of Bet Israel Masorti Congregation in Netanya.
Dear Friend,
68
years ago 640 thousand Jewish residents of Israel and tens of thousands
throughout the globe were glued to the radio anxiously waiting for the
results of the United Nations vote that could bring an end to two
thousand years of homelessness of the Jewish People. On November 29,
1947, the General Assembly of the United Nations voted for the Partition
of the Land of Israel into a Jewish State and an Arab State in an
attempt to rectify a historic injustice inflicted upon our People.
Two-thirds of the world’s nations at the time understood that the Jews
have an inalienable right to return to their ancestral Homeland where
King David ruled, where King Solomon built the Temple, where the
prophets chastised the people in unforgettable dramatic accents, from
which they were driven by the Romans, to which they never stopped
turning in their prayers, which became their portable Homeland
irrespective of where their fate and foes drove them for temporary
refuge. This was 68 years ago today.
And
today, 68 years later, the United Nations has the temerity to wind up
the year by passing 23 condemning resolutions, of which no less than 20
are chastising and censuring Israel for aggression in its glaringly
evident attempt to merely safeguard the sovereignty granted to it 68
years ago by that august assembly. No less than 20 resolutions censuring
Israel, and only 3 resolutions reserved for Yemen, Syria, Iraq,
Afghanistan, Nigeria, Mali, Tibet, Algeria, Sudan and other nations
combined, involved in cruel fratricidal wars and acts of unspeakable
terror. Which United Nations made sense and spoke in the name of truth
and justice? Which United Nations is driving humanity toward
self-destruction and oblivion?
Where
is this world heading for? Could it still stop in its tracks, tear off
its blindfolds, and readjust its compass? I fervently hope so. We are
now precisely a week before Chanukah with its promise of light breaking
through the darkness. It is but a tiny light, yet it manages to dispel
tons of darkness. Does it hold out a glimpse of promise that mankind too
shall yet be able to clamber out of the hole it dug for itself and
reach out for the sun, for the stars?
I
am quite certain, my friends, that all of you are joining me in the
fervent prayer that man will yet regain his balance and learn to bask
once again in the glorious light of justice and freedom. I trust in the
promise of our tiny Chanukah lights that speak about miracles of yore –
and miracles of today.