SOLDIERS OF IDF VS ARAB TERRORISTS

SOLDIERS OF IDF VS ARAB TERRORISTS

Monday, November 26, 2012

Mourning Under Glass – a Review By Rabbi Yitzchok Adlerstein

You will not enjoy reading Mourning Under Glass, which is exactly why you should read it. It is not meant to be enjoyed, but to drag you in to where you really do not want to go. You will feel pain, be moved to tears, and have to think the “what if it would have happened to me” questions that we all suppress, lest we descend into madness. You should read it because you will learn things about people dealing with sudden tragedy and its aftermath that you will not learn elsewhere. If you read on, you will have little choice. Guilt will compel you to read the book, so long as a Jewish heart beats within you.
Mourning Under Glass: Reflections On A Son’s Murder chronicles the snuffing out of the life of a precious neshamah in an Arab terror attack, and a full year of his father’s coping with the aftermath. Avraham David Moses was one of the eight kedoshim to perish in the Mercaz HaRav terror attack massacre in Adar2008. Naftoli Moses, Avraham David’s father, takes us on a rare journey into the unthinkable, the baring of a soul still raw and wounded.
People often have a morbid fascination with tragedy that they are not party to, and can stand back and gawk from a safe distance. Naftoli Moses does not allow you to do that. If you, a stranger, want to know more, you will have to feel the pain with him.
The book is not long. If words cannot really do justice to the horror, why prolong the agony? Between its covers, however, it surgically focuses on many important topics, many of them around the theme of the insensitivity of those who used the tragedy to their own advantage, ignoring feelings of mourners, the facts, and sometimes decency itself. A social commentator on Channel One would search for “meaning” in the massacre – and discover it in the link between Mercaz HaRav, Rav Tzvi Yehuda Kook, zt”l, and the accursed settlers his ideology inspired. A political correspondent invented a rumor of a planned revenge attack upon Arabs, to diminish the sympathy that Israelis were feeling for the Mercaz HaRav community. When Avraham David’s mother quietly refused to condemn the Israeli government for gathering pictures of the massacre to show the world what Arab terror is about, Haaretz turned an interview about the emotions of loss into a headline declaring her willingness to turn her son’s murder into “political use.”
The media’s exploitation of the murders was manifest, deliberate, and perhaps not unexpected. The reader will be more surprised by the depth of pain that Naftoli Moses and others felt when others, sometimes unwittingly, appropriated the victims for their own purposes. He explores the issue of memory, how different individuals and groups will accentuate different parts of a whole so that the products do not even resemble each other. He raises the tough issue of the clash between private memory and public memory, without offering an easy solution. We fidget when he chronicles how the public relations and fundraising agendas of organizations sometimes marginalized the victims’ families. He shows how easily outside interests, and sometimes even groups that were close, seized moments of meaning from the families and turned consolation into prolongation of agony.
One chapter can be important as a stand-alone. “A Concise Field Guide to Condolence Callers” will make many wince, when they see their own mistakes mirrored and amplified through the incisive comments of a mourner who pulls no punches. (As the chapter title suggests, the book is not without humor, albeit bitter, cynical, and dark.) Reading it carefully will jump-start a process of improving the skills necessary to properly fulfill the mitzvah of nichum aveilim – comforting the mourner.
There was room for one hero, and he was not difficult to identify. Rav Yerachmiel Weiss, the rosh yeshiva of Mercaz’s high school, stands out for his sensitivity and his ability to communicate emunah to a watching nation, gently triumphing over the skepticism of a veteran secularist interviewer.
The mood is somber throughout. This does not mean that its message is a negative one. In one of the closing pages, the author offers an epitaph to the year of mourning that makes us conscious of the great gifts of our Torah, in good times and in times of great tragedy:
"And I, as the Psalmist wrote, “I groaned, each night my bed swam in tears. I melted it (Tehillim 6:7).” How much water rained from my red eyes, thinking about my son, feeling the terrible pain of loss. Remembering how much blood, in place of water, soaked the earth that evil night.
But this night [at a gathering close to the yahrzeit], I want to also recall the mercy that G-d, and my friends and neighbors, have rained down upon us all. …I need the Holy One to help heal the hole torn in my heart….Let heaven and earth once again meet; let the earth once more be kissed by G-d’s presence. Let once more the bounty of His promise spring forth from our too-dry land. Let the cracked surface of my soul feel the warm, healing rain of G-d’s love."

It is a particularly poignant and triumphant tziduk ha-din/ proclamation of Hashem’s righteousness, even when we cannot understand it. It bears testimony to the emunah and faith of the Jewish neshamah. Earlier in the book, Moses allows that “There is something special about our tribe. We are a family bound together by ties that span time and place. We are a family….Perhaps it should comes as no surprise that the majority of letters I received were from Orthodox Jewish youth, studying in Orthodox Jewish schools….Daily study, daily prayer, keeping kosher, keeping the Sabbath – how could these not affect one’s connection to Am Yisrael?”
May the author’s next works share with us the sprouting of peace and happiness within his soul.
This review was first published in the Winter 2012 issue of Jewish Action
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Baruch C. Cohen, Esq.
Rabbi Adlerstien:
I read the book when it came out. Your review is precise and accurate.
You obviously got the intended message of the book, and caught the subtle nuances of pain that bereaved parents have (that we wonder whether non-bereaved parents get). You have shown great empathy and sympathy for those of us bereaved parents.
Baruch C. Cohen, Esq.
[YA - There could be no better endorsement of the book than your approval, Baruch! Yehi ratzon that no parents should have to experience the loss of children.]