Wednesday, September 02, 2009
The classroom I passed on the school terrace after dropping Coby off at gan this morning:
25 or 30 boys standing and chanting Birchot Hashachar (Blessings of the Morning) in a monotone Mizrachi (Eastern) nusach (melody). Tzitzit (ritual fringes on garment) swaying to and fro. Their teacher, a woman, at the front of the classroom, lightly directing the prayers like a conductor.
“Baruch ata adonai elohaynu melech ha’olam shelo asanee eesha.” (Blessed be the Lord, our God, King of the universe, who did not make me a woman).
It just does not make sense. THERE CAN BE NO EXCUSES FOR THIS “BLESSING.” NONE. Thank God Masorti (Conservative) Judaism has thrown the “blessing” into the dustbin of history, where it belongs. I would go as far as to say that is a chilul hashem (disgrace of God) to utter this “blessing,”
How do we teach our boys to respect girls, men to respect women, girls and women to respect themselves – when we say this abomination each morning?
And what do those boys in class think about their teacher, if happen to be thinking about the what they’re saying that morning?
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