Thursday, March 19, 2026
Letter to Dad #5 (related to 4)
Wednesday, March 18, 2026
Letter to Dad #4
Part I.
I know I know, I haven't gone to say Kaddish in over a month. I know you were adamant you wanted me to say Kaddish but... look at it from my point of view.
It's not that I hate shul, I hate shul today. I don't doubt part of it is that I'm just lazy, but I loathe what shul's become in this age of war. I don't just loathe the usual trivial daf yomi they extend the service every day to do (we'll call it daily Talmud study for the Goyim), but I hate that on any day, you don't know when daf yomi will be interrupted for a political argument that they use to act like assholes. I can't fucking stand Chabad at least as much as they can't, but the day after the Chabad shooting, the teacher couldn't even be bothered to disguise his contempt for them. The day of the prisoner exchange, they were just nattering on about WHAT A DISASTER IT IS THAT THE HOSTAGES CAME HOME. What did they expect? That we'd be able to saturate bomb Gaza without eventually getting every single hostage killed? You deserve my attendance, of course you do, but whether or not my lack of attendance is out of laziness, these people are not deserving of my attendance. I know, I know, I can find another shul with daily minyans. But look at the other shul we belonged to, would the shammesh there be any less beligerent? You know who I'm talking about.... If I hear one more statement like this in a place that's supposed to keep the separation between synagogue and state I can't be held responsible for the potential scene I make, and that would be no great tribute to you.
On the days I remember to, I say Kaddish on my own, usually in the car and I don't daven the rest of the service, but I chant the Kaddish whenever I remember to where no one can see me talking to myself. I finally cried today, on the toilet. I felt relieved, not from the results of the toilet but from finally reacting with proper emotion to your passing. Seven months later, I'm still in Kubler-Ross phase 1: shock, utter shock, shock that this giant presence in the lives of everyone who knew you is no longer here. We probably should have seen it coming: you of course did, but how does a presence like yours not live forever? As the shock is still there and I haven't even moved into denial, I don't doubt I'll be chanting the Kaddish for you long after the proscribed eleven months.
I have so many memories of that shul, particularly of being with you, sitting with you as you taught me all the prayers and recounted all your memories of what it used to be like at BT before I was born, and what it was like at Beth Jacob before that. Everything with you was an anecdote, a story as vivid as reality, so real that I felt there, living a life in Jewish Baltimore long before I was born: but back then, it was a mausoleum, a museum to mid-century Baltimore with hardly any kids, deliberately taking a tack that is the center with no political commitment except an extreme one to AIPAC and an extreme stance against the Palestinians. I was practically the only kid in the main service, and every family we knew went to a different shul. Now BT is very much a shul of 2026: full of modern frum (modern orthodox for the goyim: also known I suppose as 'diet orthodox'), full of young families, full of commitment to the Israeli Right and the ultra-nationalist strain of Zionism, full of opposition to the two-state solution, and full of it. Whether or not I'm too lazy to go, I can't go in good conscience, and after a few more years of enduring this, I have to imagine you'd be tempted to feel the same way.
I don't feel particularly comfortable in any shul right now. I don't feel comfortable at the shul I defected to either, where apparently there's a giant war there about whether to support Israel at all now. When I got a column in the Jewish Times, you referred to my views on our religion as 'extreme left.' Of course you did... It was yet another attempt to undercut the achievements of anyone in your family other than you, but if I'm extreme left, then can you be surprised then that I have hesitations about going to say Kaddish at any shul religious enough to have a daily minyan? And if I'm extreme left, what then are people to my left? My support for Israel is unshaken, I just wish someone could, as I've said many times before, save these people from themselves before they turn us all into two thousand years more of pariahs. And in case you thought there might be a place for me at BT, I read that quote, which I once used in an email to Rabbi W-------, admittedly not my nicest email, appear as the subject of a sermon of his, claiming that it was said by a 'Reform Rabbi' and claiming that people who talk like this rabbi are no different notice than 2000 years of Christian antisemites. I know you'd say he wasn't referring to me... bullshit. He hates when anybody contradicts him as much as you did.
I miss you so much, I really do, but you're a bit lucky you died when you did. I very much wonder if you were hoping to, because the world you loved, the world you showed me, is dead. I was trying to show you that it was dying for thirty years, and you refused to believe me. As dangerous as it is for anybody to think they're right overmuch, I knew I was right. I was right because all that lives must die, and you taught me that history always resumes after every break even as you refused to apply that lesson to your own time. Once you realized it, you couldn't live with those results, you'd rather have died than concede you were wrong. You thought a world that did not embrace your ways was doomed, and I'm now the one who has to live in this world you assured me on your way out has little good future. You were obsessed with planning for the future, but you never planned how to live with a future that might embrace different values from your own. That unenviable task falls to me and my brothers. You gave us all the education and security to take time to figure it out, but you didn't give us any clues, and for that, I'm deeply sorry but I can't be particularly grateful.
Part II.
You told the truth as you saw it every day of your life, however brutal, but we now live in a world awash in horse leavings. 'Post-truth' it's called. If the truth exists, there are millions of forces all throughout the world trying their damndest to obscure it. You knew exactly how to deal with lies, you had no idea how to deal with bullshit. Nobody knows the truth, and like all people who repress their doubt, they cling to their bullshit all the more and spend every day convincing themselves that they know the truth and all those who contradict them are impediments to it.
And like any era where everyone's convinced they know the truth, we are now a world without truth: politically, geopolitically, morally, communally, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. We Americans wanted a world where the truth is however we define it: we got that world, and now we're all somehow amazed that seemingly rational people are willing to go to war to impose their version of the truth on others. The human craving for certainty is so enormous that people will kill in order to make falsehoods true.
Grad students and their professors constantly espouse that there is no truth and that the truth is imposed on us by those in power, and they pretend that their insight is somehow new when it goes back to before the enlightenment itself. The only truth in the universe is for omnipotent beings like God. For us, there is only what humans perceive to be true: we've known this at least since Giambattista Vico. And yet, in their case, they believe in their vision of the truth so greatly that many of them will support everyone from Hamas to Putin in an attempt to dislodge the version of imposed truth they hate so vitriolically. And in consequence, they provoke the establishment to fight back with every means they have. The establishment, whatever their ideological orientation, is a much more powerful force whose every move causes tectonic shifts. The establishment has now been overthrown by authoritarian forces from within so establishmentarian that they are almost countercultural.
The only result shown to work is value pluralism: the ability to leave people alone in their false beliefs and not rock the boat overmuch: the restraint and good judgement used to not impose a different vision on peoples unwilling to embrace them: pluralist Presidents like Eisenhower, Kennedy, HW Bush and Clinton understood that while there is truth, the truth is fundamentally unknowable, so you cannot impose that vision on others because if you impose a wrong truth on them, the results can be catastrophic. They rejected monism, and precisely by pursuing policies in direct contradiction to each other, they let America live on for decades after them. Eisenhower understood that overmuch national security would probably destroy the liberty it was meant to protect; he understood that the New Deal was necessary and impossible to overthrow, and yet within its strictures one could also operate under a philosophy of fiscal conservatism. Kennedy rejected the false choice of strident anticommunism or embrasure of communism, and even if he took too many risks, his resolution of the Cuban Missile Crisis laid the groundwork for negotiation with the Soviet Union. HW Bush refused to declare total victory in the Cold War that would have humiliated the Soviet sphere still more, and broke his 'no new taxes' pledge at the expense of a second term because the stability of the country is so much more important than voodoo economics. Clinton showed we needn't choose between big government and no government, he reformed welfare and free trade precisely because Republicans left to their own devices would have destroyed them.
And more than any of them was Harry Truman. So many liberals hate him for dropping the bomb. Hiroshima and Nagasaki killed 210,000 people, most in an instant and the survivors in an agonizing death of years. The alternative? A ground invasion. If a ground invasion of Gaza resulted in 70,000 deaths (a disputable claim, I know Dad...), what might a ground invasion of Japan cost? 2 million lives?
Truman wanted to expand the New Deal. Practically everybody in America wanted to expand the New Deal except your father-in-law. But the Cold War demanded attention: there's no point in a better social safety net after we all die. We needed the Marshall Plan, we needed NATO, so rather than complete the New Deal here, we gave Europe a New Deal.
Nobody in America wanted to lose China to Communism. Even at the time we all knew the end price: Mao and the death of tens of millions. The eventual price tag? Anywhere between 40 million deaths and 120 million. But Douglas MacArthur's solution? Drop 30 to 50 atomic bombs, resulting in god knows how many more dropped by and against the Soviets, which may well have resulted in a MacArthur dictatorship that would have made Hitler's look like the Roosevelt Administration. Truman did the unthinkable: he fired the most popular man in America, who was also a power drunk madman, before MacArthur killed us all.
But Obama, for all his strengths, ultimately pursued the policies of an idealistic doctrinaire. He believed the arc of the universe bent toward justice, that one should always negotiate with one's opponents, that with enough data and expertise, one can arrive at an indisputable best solution. But however unjustly, the end result of Obama's policies was a tornado of resentment that lead to the election of Donald Trump. Obama thought people are as fundamentally generous as Kissinger thought they were fundamentally selfish: people are not generous or selfish or good or evil, people are people: unknowable as a group, inscrutable as a specimen, varied from person to person and moment to moment. Obama was a good guy, a smart guy with many accomplishments, I was a lot happier to call him my President than you were, but he thought he'd cracked the code, and we are all paying for his hubris.
And Biden? Well, he was just inconsistent... We didn't know whether he was a pluralist or a monist: he may have no longer had the presence of mind to know himself. As for Johnson and Reagan? Well, they may have understood that segregation and the Soviet Union were absolute moral evils, but no one can be surprised with the tradeoffs. Civil Rights caused the polarization we now deal with every day: it was obviously worth it, but the fallout means that every gain in rights thereafter would be delayed for generations. The fall of the Soviet Union (not that Reagan meant to cause it...) lead to Putinism and the rise of China: it may yet lead to World War III. Is that worth the tradeoff? Not if it costs a billion lives, but it still hasn't, so for the moment: yes, probably, but Reagan still may have doomed us all. And Carter? Well, he's not consequential enough to deal with in detail (SALT II, vs. human rights, telling America they couldn't have cheap energy and everything else they wanted, and Camp David may have saved Israel from five more Yom Kippur wars even as it doomed Israel to Likud). I would have said no about him until recently, but in light of how he's now maligned by the Right and hagiographed by the Left, he is clearly misunderstood and better than either you or I gave him credit for. As for W? Well... fuck him.
You taught me most of this Dad, even if you disagreed on particulars (you particularly hated Kennedy), but you didn't teach me how to do it in my personal life, you just lectured me about something you never did for me yourself. What you understood with your brain but never with your heart was the compromise itself is the goal. Nobody gets what they want, but everybody lives on. Maybe unsatisfactorily, maybe fearfully, but unsatisfied and fearful is better than war and death. Life is a series of impossible choices we must make to save the most amount we can. Personally, professionally or historically, you never go to war unless your security is definitively attacked: not maybe, not 'I think its been attacked', you only go to war when the truth of the attack to your security is indisputable and obvious. When you do, you respond with overwhelming force, but even then, war is just a series of compromises until such time as you can reach a resolution that lets people survive in a state only a little better than war. You would have rather died than compromise in your personal life, and as a result, your personal life was not quite as satisfied as it probably would have been if you had been a little less stubborn about what you wanted. You always told me 'life is about settling', but in your own household, you never made peace with settling for anything.
Perhaps you passed that lesson onto me, but I'm trying to unlearn it.
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Maybe I can figure out a Part III later.
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
Contemplating Resurrection
Mahler's Resurrection is one of those pieces that hooks you to classical music forever, and once you've heard it a hundred times, you dread hearing it another hundred. When i listen to earlier Mahler, when i listen to late Mahler, when i listen to works as diverse as the third, the fourth and the seventh, there is never a moment when I feel as though I'll get tired of it, because there is no getting to the bottom of emotional meanings that ambiguous. When you hear the funeral march from the Titan Symphony, when you hear the end of the 9th and Das Lied, the finale of 7, the opening of 3, there is no saying what music like this means. It's as though every emotion hurtles toward you all at once and you can't possibly feel them all every time you listen.