Jewish grave-site in Mantua, Italy. |
Over dinner one night in Mantua, a retired English
psychiatrist asked me a question.
I had noticed that earlier he had ordered donkey stew (which
I had found strange as we were part of a Jewish group exploring the history of the Jews
in Renaissance Italy)
I didn’t say anything as he went around the group offering
everyone tastes of his meaty stew. I silently ate my mozzarella stuffed courgette flowers, and tried to remain non-judgmental of his choices.
When the next course was served (I had pasta with capers, olives and tuna) he turned to me, pulled out one of the texts we had been studying and asked me to explain what Responsa were.
When the next course was served (I had pasta with capers, olives and tuna) he turned to me, pulled out one of the texts we had been studying and asked me to explain what Responsa were.
I told him that they were written over a period of 1,700
years and it’s a form of ask-the-rabbi. I said it covers questions about
Halacha mostly in relation to everyday life.
He interrupted me angrily and said: “oh you mean like women
showing their used tampons to their rabbi’s to see if they were ok. I read
about it in a novel”
I had one of those moments when you don’t know which way is
up, when the floor seems to fall away from your feet. I was speechless. I wasn’t shocked by a man talking about
women’s periods at the table. I was
shocked that his entire perspective on the issue was from one source. He didn’t
want to listen to me at all.
I’ve read the novel he referred to. It’s about a woman
straining to be free from Haredi society. I can’t remember much about it other
than it wasn’t profound or well-written.
But that was all he was preferred to hear. And it’s such a
loss to him. There are thousands of songs in our world. By choosing to hear
one, you miss out on a rich and beautiful range.
I wish I had said the Responsa show the nuanced,
multifaceted voices of many people on many issues. They are a window into an
ancient world, and when we look through it, we can see how we are still
connected.
That isn’t the way I see it. I have many encounters with deeply
enlightened Haredi women today. And
their intelligence, love of life and respect for the other is also a joy to
encounter. The women I have met don’t seem to need saving from their
oppression. They struggle with the same
issues I struggle with. Again and again,
we both see that although we wear different clothes, we are the same
underneath.
If I learned anything about the Renaissance on my Jewish
Journey, it was what I learned about dialogue with the other.
that the face of truth has many facets
And that in truth, there is no other.
I hope one day to sit down quietly and talk to the retired
English psychiatrist about Responsa.
I hope he hears what I have to say.
And it is this:
We are all connected in the space between paradigms.
And that before we start liberating anyone else,
we should start with liberating ourselves.