“All Voices Are Yours”- America in the Wilderness

Rabbi Noa Kushner

Kol Nidrei 5781

 

  1. Forgetting

The Ba’al Shem Tov was on his way to the Land of Israel with Rabbi Zevi the scribe

But on the way to the Land of Isrsael, the ship stopped at an unknown island. 

They went ashore, and when they tried to return to the ship 

they lost their way and fell into the hands of robbers. 

Rabbi Zevi said to the Ba’al Shem: “Why are you silent? Just do as you usually do (the Ba’al Shem was the magic kind of rabbi) 

Just do as you usually do and then we shall be free.” 

But the color had left the Ba’al Shem’s face. 

He replied: “I know nothing at all any more. I forgot everything. It has all been taken from me.” (2)

I believe this kind of complete forgetting

Where we can’t remember who we are, where we came from, and where we wanted to go 

is dangerously close to where we are as a society 

2. In the Wilderness

It did not happen overnight 

The moment we’re now in took decades to achieve 

but, as George Packer writes, 

“….Americans have lost faith in institutions, in one another, and in democracy itself.” (3)

Even before the current president, “the damage had already begun” (4)

Decades of unraveling of tax laws, safety nets eroded, changes in immigration policy

Dramatic changes in media — in the ways we talk and listen 

Environmental damage 

Our health care system overwhelmed, convulsing 

An untreated racism corroding every imaginable arena, from housing to schools to our legal system

Our current president exacerbating what had begun long ago 

So that now,

You could say, collectively, we’ve not only forgotten who we are, 

American society is now in a kind of wilderness

a place of in-between — 

With the extended, restricted quiet, the vast insecurities introduced by the pandemic — 

The changes to daily life 

it doesn’t take a lot to imagine us between places, neither here nor there 

it doesn’t take a lot to imagine us in an uncharted terrain 

Tonight we’re all in so much pain over so many things I wish I could just comfort us. 

But it would be irresponsible because 

As you know

Forgetting who we are and being in a kind of wilderness at the same time

This a dangerous and serious situation

And so tonight we must do our best to remember together who we are, where we’ve been and where we want to go.

3. Trap 1: “Make the Wilderness Like Egypt Again” 

We do have one thing going for us: When we forget, we have this book, Torah. 

And, oh yes, it seems we have been in this wilderness before….

And we made mistakes, 

The first one I like to call, “Make the Wilderness Like Egypt Again” 

It happened to take the form of a golden calf 

A glittery distraction relieving us for a few moments 

from our fear of being responsible for each other 

A little respite from our fear of how much we were changing in the wilderness 

I won’t lie, the calf looked really good

Generated a lot of buzz

But our instant devotion to it was suspect from the start 

Our insistence that it was this calf that deserved our worship, this calf that ended slavery

— Instead of admitting that we were, in that moment, calling the very symbol of slavery back — 

We were ignoring the inconvenient fact [that while we were building the calf] 

Moses and God were putting the finishing touches on a covenant with us 

One that did not demand blind deference to power — 

Nor did it rely on paternalism, cheap tricks or shiny things — 

Not that I have anyone in mind

Not to mention, not that I have anyone in mind 

This calf also didn’t ask us to admit to anything that had happened in the past 

nor did it ask us to commit to making anything new happen 

We just figured it would protect us if we stayed loyal and afraid. 

You see, it seems that once we 

Forgot where we’d just come from and repressed where we said we wanted to go 

it was remarkably easy to just start rebuilding  the slavery of Egypt right there, 

right in the middle of the wilderness! 

Just as it seems 

If we forget now, in America, where we’ve come from 

If we forget now, in America

where we said we wanted to go

Not so hard to get versions of slavery going again right here is it?

Regardless of the fact that we are one of the richest countries in the history of the world

However, if we’re talking about this moment in America, 

If we are talking about the re-emergence of the systems of slavery right here 

Let’s be honest, unlike in the Torah

Many of us are more like the taskmasters, we’re the ones keeping up the status quo  

For even if we know our country has a history of slavery 

And maybe we even know — how that slavery and oppression built and builds the country, 

How the money was transferred, from the backs of American slaves, to line the pockets of slaveholders and universities we’ve attended and companies we work with, how that unpaid labor and those families who were ripped apart still creates wealth for many in this country— 

Even if we know our country has a history of slavery 

We may or may not think as much about how that slavery has mutated again and again

A golden calf, an homage to Pharaoh rebuilt in every generation — 

From Slavery to Jim Crow to Redlining to the humiliation and injustice in the death of George Floyd 

To White flight and gated communities to different coronavirus death rates to 

Social racism, sometimes subtle, often more overt 

Systems that, if anything line our pockets and secure our standing 

So I’m afraid, while there are exceptions

These days, in America, we’re not the slaves.

In fact, there may be something self-protective about our “forgetting” where we’ve been and where we’re trying to go when it comes to race 

There may be something self-protective

about our yearning to just get out of this wilderness and just make things go back they way they were before Trump

It is a little too convenient for us to want to return to a time when we didn’t really think too too much about where we’d been, our history, or where we were going and so could just create nice little golden calves without thinking too much about where the gold came from or what those idols were distracting us from or who we were hurting in this country 

See, slavery is clever, insidious 

It loves to take new forms 

So if we don’t work hard to remember, to unearth, to talk and not forget — to confront 

What we did, where we were, what our part was and is 

If we don’t keep talking about who we want to be —

Pretty soon you'll start to see new welcome mats around town for new kinds of slavery

New oppressions 

Subtle and not so subtle signs that read: “New Pharaohs Welcome Here” 

And as we’ve learned in the last four years 

There’s a Pharaoh around every corner, just waiting for us to want Egypt back again, 

Just waiting for us to be insecure enough to reach for more gold. 

4. Trap 2: Throwing Rocks at God 

The second trap in the wilderness is even more tragic than the first. 

I am sorry to remind you, but when we got to the edge of the promised land, 

The one promised by God 

instead of crossing over and getting to work building a new society, 

we stayed outside, sure that it was dangerous, that it was certain death to try and see it through. 

In a brilliant assessment of Trump’s impact on our political systems and government institutions 

Masha Gessen offers the following analogy:

“[O]ne might say that Trump acted at once the emperor and the boy who said the emperor has no clothes, ripping the illusory cover of decency off the system, forcing everyone to stare at its obscene nature. 

Unlike the emperor in the fairy tale, though, 

Trump felt no shame and so was not transformed by the exposure — 

rather, he transformed the system

stripping away the moral aspiration of politics.” (5)

In other words, it’s not that Trump created American moral rot 

There was decay 

A revolving door between money and politics

Cronyism 

Abdication of responsibility

Trump didn’t create these conditions 

He just cashed in on them, exploiting them — 

and then by doing so in broad daylight, revealed them — 

But last, and most tragically — 

Because Trump inhabits a world where shame has no place — 

Not only did he continue unscathed 

His continual success and attacks on anyone who would dare to question his lack of morality

Made us question the efficacy and wisdom of our own own moral aspirations 

At a certain point over the past few years we’ve all quietly wondered —

Is the corruption of our world inevitable?

Facing the amount of power Trump quickly amassed

The price he never seems to pay,

We are compelled to ask ourselves — if we are the ones who are mistaken, if our moral aspirations only weaken us

In the words of Frank Bruni, — referring to the republican national convention taking place from the King David Hotel in Jerusalem, 

(A hotel whose lobby I used to like — )

We are living through “[The] confluence of audacity and absurdity” (6)

And after the stages of shock, rage, and fear pass

those of us still with any energy to pay attention, 

recognize Trump’s advancement of the idea that morality is at best up for grabs, relative, 

We’re getting the message loud and clear that by hanging onto our moral principles

We only put ourselves in harm’s way

We are starting to be uncomfortably familiar with the talking points: 

Morality is for losers

There is no shame

Participate at your own risk. 

Gessen again:

“The kind of power Trump seeks requires the degradation of moral authority

Not the capture of moral high ground

Not the assertion to judge good and evil, but the defeat of moral principles as such.” (7)

In other words, Trump wants us to forget completely 

Our history, how we got here

the kind of people we want to be 

Any aspirations we have for a larger collective, a future for our failing country 

In fact the Trumps of the world depend on our forgetting everything 

Staying weak and afraid of each other in this seemingly endless, relentless present, 

this wilderness of American history 

They depend on us forgetting the past and the future 

So we cannot see that we are standing right at the boundary of the new promised land

But if we read our book, our precious Torah 

We can learn from our mistakes

We remember that last time around, when we got to the same border 

We were so afraid, that we hesitated, and wouldn’t move 

In fact, in one of my favorite ironic scenes in all of Torah

We started measuring the pros and cons of the promised land, looking at the produce, 

as if this was the kinda place that could be assessed by the content of its soil or its yield of grapes 

Sorta like asking the square footage of heaven 

See, because once you take moral aspiration, what God asks of us off the table 

Once you subtract integrity, responsibility, memory, vision

Everything looks real different 

And there is in fact, not such a big face value distinction between the actual promised land

And the endless wilderness —  

That is, once we’ve lost sight of where we’re trying to go, once who we are doesn’t matter

Trump and all his people are right — there is no reason to not cheat and steal and lie your way through life. 

There’s a midrash that, see, at the boundary of that same promised land

Not only do we refuse to go in 

But when other leaders, Joshua and Caleb try to convince us of the plausibility of the project

— Trying to speak to us on our basic terms — 

We become hysterical, inconsolable. 

We’re so committed to our nihilistic world view 

Our only solution is to threaten to pelt the messengers with stones

And this is before twitter 

But in what seems to me to be the most tragic move of all

Talmud says we actually took stones and threw them up — to heaven — as if we could stone God. (8)

As if our Torah is trying to help us remember how quickly it all unravels: 

When we forget who we are, who we are trying to be —

Not only can we reject the very place we were trying to go 

Hate takes the place of trust, hate quickly fills the vacuum

We not only start to hate one another

We start to hate God

Of course, we hate the one who gave us these meaningless lives

It all makes so much twisted sense:

Any promised lands are just bad real estate investments, 

And since God is against us, the only way to survive is for each of us to fight for ourselves 

5. Moses in Pursuit of the Wilderness 

And so, we ask, what do we do? 

After all, we’re already so tired and weak and afraid

We’ve suffered affront after affront for years now 

With the little bit that we have left, with our masked mouths and kids at home

With our worries about our parents and grandparents 

Where do we begin?

There is a midrash / a teaching 

That in the middle of Moses’ life 

When he was not much of anyone except a runaway fugitive, a shepherd

Before before God says anything to him at the burning bush 

וַיִּנְהַ֤ג אֶת־הַצֹּאן֙ אַחַ֣ר הַמִּדְבָּ֔ר

(9)

Moses drives his flock — deep into the midbar / deep into the wilderness, into the outer reaches (10)

The rabbis want to know

Why is Moses in pursuit of the wilderness? 

As we’ve see, the wilderness is the kind of place where a person can lose their bearings. Not the kinda place you pursue. 

I learned from my teacher Avivah Zornberg through midrash that

The word midbar (wilderness) is connected to the word, midabeir

The word for speech

So Moses pursues the wilderness

Because he knows that’s where new things will be said and heard:

A new way of listening and talking that does not only depend on power and oppression and coercion and confusion. (11)

6. קולות במדבר  / Voices in the Wilderness 

Perhaps this American wilderness we’re in — this in-between, fluid kind of place — 

Although we didn’t choose to be here

Perhaps this wilderness will provide some of what we need

Perhaps its main attribute, it’s lack of distinguishing features

the fact that it seems to be without end — 

Perhaps this resounding absence

is what we need now to help us understand how it is we got here

A resounding quiet 

A time out

It seems possible 

That in such a sustained quiet, a quiet for such a long time,

That we may learn to hear differently, and hear different things.

In fact, we remember, when we were receiving the Torah in the wilderness 

Not only was there extreme quiet, but that quiet was followed by קולות במדבר 

In a plain reading, thunder, thunder in the wilderness

But Rabbeinu Bayha points out that

Kol also means voice

And he says it wasn’t thunder but the voices of angels (12)

And the midrash jumps in suggesting that, actually, (now that you mention it) 

there were five voices

Two from the thunder, two from the shofarot (I forgot to mention but there were also shofars because obviously), and then there was also the actual voice of God speaking (13)

And then Tanhuma offers that actually there were seven voices that then were translated into 70 languages — in my reading, so that anyone who was ready to hear Torah in the world, could. (14)

In other words, perhaps

in the silence of the wilderness

There was not one voice that gave Torah — gave us the possibility of righteousness 

But a great, great many voices 

7. Seeing the Fishbowl: “A voice rings out from the wilderness” (15)

Toni Morrison (z”l) writes about her experience reading early American Literature. 

See, the prevailing wisdom at the time was that these early writers —

(in her words) 

“Were free of, unformed by, and unshaped by the four hundred year old presence of first Africans and then African Americans in the United States” —

No matter that this presence 

“…[S]haped the body politic, the Constitution and the entire history of the culture.”

Being Morrison, she decided to read the works themselves in order to find out, 

“What does the inclusion of Africans and African Americans do to and for the text?

She said ….I had always assumed that nothing, ‘happens.’”

But, in reading these texts, she realized she had been completely wrong: 

“[I realized these writers] chose to talk about themselves through and within 

a sometimes allegorical, 

sometimes metaphorical, 

but always choked representation of an Africanistic presence.” (16)

In other words, their presence was always there, it was just never stated “out loud.” 

She writes:

“It was as though I [had previously been] looking at a fishbowl, 

seeing the glide and flick of the golden scales, 

the green tip, 

the bolt of white careening back from the gills, 

the castles at the bottom, surrounded by pebbles 

and tiny, intricate fronds of green, 

the barely disturbed water…

and suddenly I saw the bowl itself, the structure transparently, invisibly, permitting the ordered life it contained to exist in the larger world.” (17)

It is possible 

That in the strange quiet the pandemic has brought 

It is possible that we could all hear a great many voices we did not hear before

It is possible we will start to understand that the voices some of us assigned to whole groups of people 

The voices we have heard so far 

Are, as Morrison suggests, our own projections 

It is possible, that in the quiet, we will be quiet (!)

that we will quiet ourselves long enough to hear voices we’ve never heard

It is possible we will see our part in the continually reinforced and largely unacknowledged glass fishbowl that holds American racism together.

New York Times columnist Charles Blow wrote about the jury decision regarding the death of Breonna Taylor:

“[She] was an innocent woman, sleeping in her own home, breaking no law. The state broke down her door and shot her dead.

That grand jury, the system, the state, erased Taylor as if she had never existed. Her death was simply a “tragedy,” a regrettable mistake for which no punishment was merited or required.

For the state, her body fell like a tree in the forest. [It made no sound.] (18)

He continues: “[But] For us, [Breonna Taylor’s death landed like a thunderclap and shook the earth. It was a horror. It could have been us. It could have been someone we knew and loved.”

Her death landed like a thunderclap

He describes it exactly as the kolot / the voices of God in the wilderness are described. 

Her death shook the earth, shook the wilderness, 

!ק֣וֹל יְ֭הוָה יָחִ֣יל מִדְבָּ֑ר

(19)

just as our Psalmist describes the voice of God shaking the wilderness 

Make no mistake, to ignore the traumatic death of young Breonna Taylor is to block out one of the voices of God crying for justice

But in order to hear it, each one must see ourselves as part of the “us,”

the, “It could have been us,” us 

The ‘us’ that Blow describes. 

In order to be part of the “us,” we need to get out more

We need to talk to people outside our tax brackets and existing circles 

I asked Lucy Bernhotz a Kitchen-ite who thinks about equality and societal change

She told me 

Many need to think less about “diversity” and more about getting our bodies in rooms where we are the minority

Less leading and more being led, more supporting black leaders 

Particularly 

We can get to know Color of Change, a group that designs campaigns powerful enough to end practices that unfairly hold Black people back, 

and champions solutions that move us all forward

We can be an ally in the work of Black Futures Lab, a group that works with Black people to transform Black communities, building Black political power and changing the way that power operates—locally, statewide, and nationally

We can learn more about our place in the conversation by joining Kitchen’s anti-racism conversations 

And meaningfully, we can join the Kitchen-ites already building relationships with all kinds of stakeholders at GLIDE, join the Kitchen / GLIDE efforts to build a new “us.” 

8. Holy Talking / Moral aspiration 

Now we can also begin to understand why Trump’s approach to language, 

His inability to hear 

His “meaningless word strings”, his “power lies,” his erratic condemnations, his cruel names, his abuse of basic words — why these infractions are so serious and so damaging

Now we understand Trump’s cynical approach to language

Denies any reality other than his own

Denies any tentative voices in the wilderness, denies history, denies our future

Denies moral aspiration — 

Now we understand Trump’s cynical approach to language

Makes all promised lands look foolish, like doomed suicide missions 

As such, I believe that cynical approach to language is nothing less than blasphemy, 

Nothing less than trampling on the name of God 

The equivalent of ignoring divine voices that we desperately need to hear 

It is the equivalent of holding up a Bible in a threatening way, as if it was a weapon, without bothering to read a single word. 

But if we want to leave this wilderness it is not enough to identify and condemn

And it is not enough even to remember the truth, our past  

Now we must also relearn how to carefully use or create words “…to arrive at a shared reality that is more nuanced than it was before the conversation began”  (20)

Now we must learn how to listen for new voices and trust new sources of leadership

And now we must use our words precisely, honestly to do nothing less remember our history so that we can reach for righteousness 

Consider, finally, the example of Julia Jackson, mother of an African American man who, in front of his sons, was shot point blank, in the back, seven times. A mother who would have every right to only try incinerate the world with her rage. 

Consider, how, in addition to demanding justice, she dared to say to the country: 

“As I have prayed for my son’s healing, physically, emotionally, and spiritually, I also have been praying, even before this, for the healing of our country, …We are the United States. Have we been united? Do you understand what’s going to happen when we fall? Because a house that is against each other cannot stand. …Everybody, let’s use our hearts, our love, and our intelligence to work together to show the rest of the world how humans are supposed to treat each other. America is great when we behave greatly.” (21)

Pay close attention

Even in her pain, Julia Jackson is speaking the language of moral aspiration, of our Torah, 

No matter what any president says or refuses to say

This is the only language we’ve ever had

And this is the only language we have 

Her clear voice rings out in this wilderness 

Hers is the language of a promised land, 

of a future, 

of a greater “us” that is waiting to be fully born 

Hers is a voice of righteousness that reminds us that we’re not lost in this wilderness at all —

We’re right on the edge of a new America. 


Endnotes:

1. Midrash Tanchuma Buber, Toldot 16:1 

2. From Martin Buber, Tales of the Hasidim, New York: Schoken Books, 1947. Vol. 1, p. 78: “A Halt is Called”

3. George Packer, “Last Best Hope for America,” The Atlantic, September 8, 2020. 

4. Masha Gessen, Surviving Autocracy, New York: Riverhead Books, 2020. p. 224-5. 

5. Ibid., Gessen, p. 46.

6. Frank Bruni, “The Epic Shamelessness of the Republican Convention,” New York Times, August 26, 2020. 

7. Gessen, Surviving Autocracy, p. 201-2.

8. BT, Sotah 35a. See Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg’s treatment of this in Bewilderments: Reflections on the Book of Numbers, p. 124. 

9. Exodus 3:1

10. Shemot Rabba 2:5, see Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg who points out this midrash in Bewilderments: Reflections on the Book of Numbers, New York: Schocken Books, 2015, p. xx-xxii. 

11. Avivah Zornberg, p. xx-xxi

12. Rabbeinu Bahya to Ex. 19:16 

13. BT, Berachot 6b:30 

14. Tanhuma Buber Shemot 22:4. Note that I made this one more universal (in my view, to further its own point). Originally it says the voice kills everyone who is not Israel. However, why would the voice speak to everyone if only to kill them? 

15. Isaiah 40:3 

16. Selections from Toni Morrison, The Source of Self-Regard: Selected Essays, Speeches, and Meditations, New York: Knopf, 2019, “Black Matter(s),” p. 143-4.

17. Ibid. 

18. Charles Blow,“Breonna Taylor and Perpetual Black Trauma,” New York Times, September 24, 2020.

19. Psalms 29:8 

20. Gessen, Surviving Autocracy, p. 95.

21. George Packer, “This is How Biden Loses,” The Atlantic, August 28, 2020.

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