Memory is a
wonderful thing; more aptly, selective memory is a wonderful thing; it empowers
us, it embraces us, it enables us; it unifies and protects us. Selective memory
can be quite useful; it lets us recall good times, extraordinary places, wonderful
events, and special people; while, allowing us to filter out or mute memories
so painful they impede our ability to function and threaten our capacity to
enjoy life and loved ones. It embraces us; enveloping us in a tapestry of
peace, tranquility, and blessed moments, warming our souls and psyches the way
a fireplace warms our bodies on a chilly night. However; when it comes to Jews,
Jewish culture, and Jewish identity, another element comes into play, an
element as essential to Jewish culture, as mother’s milk to an infant;
collective memory. Collective memory unites Jews throughout the world; even if
the Jew is not observant, and has turned from religious life. Whether they see themselves as secular,
agnostic or atheist, there is an excellent chance they have been exposed to the
biblical and historical stories that make up Jewish collective memory. This
collective memory, transcends time, crosses national borders, negates language
differentials, and slashes through meaningless racial or cultural barriers; it
unites us, making us one and empowering the entire Jewish people. This shared
memory empowers us, precisely because it unites us.
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| The Exhibit opened with a full house |
Collective
memory, when applied selectively should not be misconstrued as a state of
denial; we’ll leave that for others, and there are countless people and groups
out there, ready to take the mantle; chosen people deniers, G_d deniers, Holocaust
deniers, and Israel deniers; they don’t need us any more than we need them; but,
collective memory is a group phenomenon whereas, selective memory is an
individual and personal phenomenon, and should be respected as such. Each
person has the right; perhaps even a psychological need to prioritize personal
memory in a way the suits them and makes them feel complete.
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Linda Forgosh Executive Director/ Curator for the Jewish
Historical Society of New Jersey talks Newark Jewish history with another
attendee.
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Since
they can be used interchangeably in this context; I will hereafter use the term
individual memory exclusively. Individual, memory is but a thread; barely
visible to the human eye, easily, and aimlessly blown about by the slightest
breeze; but, through the power of collective memory these scattered threads are
gathered and woven into a blanket that is Jewish life and Jewish identity; a blanket
that warms, comforts, and protects us from the harsh winds that will inevitably
challenge our peace of mind from time to time; a blanket that all Jews,
wherever they are, can cling to and wrap around themselves. Walter Benjamin,
the great essayist, wrote, an experienced event is finite because it is
confined to one sphere of experience; but, a remembered event is infinite,
because it is only the key to everything that happened before or after it.
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Good food, good people, good conversation, makes for a great
event.
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Individual memory ends when the individual passes on; but collective memory endures and continues to withstand all threats and challenges to it, as long as the people who make up and share the collective memory live. The passage of time doesn’t weaken collective memory; it strengthens it; as time goes on, new events, good and bad, are added to the pantheon, creating new memories that layer over the old; yet, the process doesn’t replace those memories of the past, it reinforces them; like each additional thread makes the blanket thicker, warmer and sturdier; each new individual memory makes Jewish collective memory stronger, fortifying it; empowering it; endowing it to stand up to the ravages of time, change and ignorance.
No
one forgets the challenges of being raised a Jew; of facing the unfortunate and
hateful anti-Sematic attitudes that still cloud the future of our people; of
being set aside, ostracized, and even attacked occasionally. No one forgets a
small group of radicals, led by a madman driven by a twisted obsession to wipe out
an entire people, who seized power in a large European country; nor will they
forget the unfathomable atrocities that followed. History
tells us the sad story of that time, as do the Holocaust survivors who, thankfully,
are still with us. But, it is collective memory that enables Jews to recall
life under the yoke of the Roman Empire; the destruction of the first temple
and subsequent Babylonian exile; collective memory is why we know of being
allowed to return to our home by Cyrus the Great and
the ambitious project of building the second temple; collective memory informs
us of the Greek behavior and actions that led to the Maccabean Revolt; and the
capture and rededication of the Holy Temple; it tells us how and why it was eventually
destroyed, leading to the emergence of Rabbinic Judaism. The Holocaust and the
birth of modern Israel, its current contributions to the world and the
controversial, and sometimes embarrassing, Palestinian issues might be
indelibly etched in our minds; but, it’s through collective memory, Jews will recall
these events for generations to come. What happens to and through us today;
will become a part of this collective Jewish memory that others will recollect
five generations from now.
The reasons for sharing Jewish memory are just
and the methods, many, encompassing the whole of the communicative arts; oral,
written, visual, cinematic, and culinary. They are transmitted Jew to Jew and
generation to generation via religious ritual, historical observance, and
festive gatherings; most ending with a great meal. Triumphant moments in Jewish
history are celebrated, tragic, moments, canonized. Some moments will seem
relevant today only to be discarded as a fleeting, insignificant diversion;
others will obtain a powerful, ongoing pertinence and thus pass into folklore.
Whether a Jew ultimately embraces or rejects these stories, the memories are
always there; perhaps dormant, like an unfertilized egg; yet, there, always
available; to be recalled, embraced, and passed down to the next generation.
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An attendee reviews a slideshow featuring many luminaries
born and often raised in Newark
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JMNJ is housed in the Congregation Ahavas Sholom
Synagogue.
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Sharing this information is vitally
important, not only to Jews; but, to the world at large. The more people know
about one another, the less likely they’ll be inclined to turn to the
superficial stereotypes that so many reach for with such ease. Understanding ameliorates
distrust, disarms hateful rhetoric, and holds the forces of intolerance at bay.
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Many of the city’s synagogues were eventually sold
to Christian churches
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This
is what made the opening of the Synagogues of Newark exhibit a few weeks ago so
timely and important. The exhibit was a time capsule of sorts; reminding many
attendees of a time when approximately 50,000 Jews called Newark New Jersey
home; when synagogues and Jewish community centers were scattered throughout
the city and Weequahic High School was considered one of the best in the
nation. The exhibit proved a hybrid experience; it was a moment of individual
memory for some and an exercise in collective memory for others; but the highly
successful exhibit was enjoyed by all, thoroughly.
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JMNJ vice president, Phil Yourish
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Approximately 200 persons crowded into Newark’s Jewish Museum of New Jersey (JMNJ,) which is housed in Congregation Ahavas Shalom, the oldest continuously operating synagogue in the city. Attendees laughed and joked; greeted and embraced old acquaintances; shared whimsical antidotes; perhaps revealed a secret or two they had held over the decades. They enjoyed a glass of wine, nibbled some cheese, and examined the displays; but, mostly, they remembered. They remembered the powerful personality and teachings of their local Rabbi; they remembered their lessons; they remembered celebrating the various holidays; they remembered their parents; they remembered their friends; but, perhaps most important, they remembered what the synagogue of their youth meant to them. They remembered the synagogue was more than a house of worship; much more. For a people viewed with a weary, suspicious, or even antagonistic eye; the synagogue was a second home, a refuge, a safe haven, an oasis in a desert of hostility; however, the synagogue was even more still; it was where a Jew could be a Jew, completely, proudly, unabashedly, unapologetically, and of course, safely.
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Just a few of the people who donated their time and talents
to bringing this project to fruition; this photo was taken during one of the
initial meetings.
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While
many of these synagogues had powerfully symbolic names that embodied the theme
and purpose of the Jewish journey; most congregants looked at their synagogue
in a less pretentious and more personal way, referring to them mainly by their
street name; so while its formal name may have been Torath Chaim Jewish Center,
it was affectionately known and still remembered simply as the Schley Street synagogue
and Ahavath Israel is most fondly remembered as the Wainwright Street synagogue.
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The classic B’nai Abraham was completed in 1924; today it is
known as Deliverance Temple.
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