It’s the Fourth of July. I’m glad to be back in the U.S.A., though my last real conscious activity outside of the cabin of an airplane was driving a minibus around the wintry, smoky, coarse-asphalted streets of Jo’burg.
As I write this — crossing the Canadian border at high altitude — It’s 7:23 p.m. in the time zone I had just gotten used to. I already miss waking up at the Vineyard Hotel, even without power, before the dawn.
There’s something special about these family trips. You spend more time with your kids than you would in any other circumstance. And you can’t do them too often; it’s really expensive to travel in a large group.
It’s always fun to come home to L.A. I can’t say that about too many other places. Coming home to Chicago from abroad always felt like returning to something cold and plain; coming home to South Africa felt lonely.
Still, when my son told me he didn’t really want to go home yet, I understood what he meant. We had an incredible trip together. We made a plan and we executed it, and it mostly worked out the way we hoped.
Positive things: we gave Rhoda Kadalie the memorial she wanted and deserved. We introduced my son to his grandfather, and my kids to other relatives. We gave them a sense of where they came from. It’s theirs.
At the Gardens synagogue, we showed my children the full beauty of their tradition, both architecturally and musically. At Boulders Beach and Aquila Game Reserve, we showed them a glimpse of the beauty of nature.
I met with the publisher of my forthcoming biography of Rhoda, and I visited many of the places I love. I didn’t see all of my friends and relatives, but I saw many of them — including some I hadn’t seen before.
Negative things: we saw South Africa at its worst, in “load shedding,” unable to keep the lights on. There is hope for political change in 2024, if the Democratic Alliance can beat the ANC and lead a new coalition.
But the likeliest coalition is the ANC and the radical EFF, which would doom the country. South Africa is one miracle away from turning things around, and feels like it’s one or two more crises away from total collapse.
My daughter caught a cold; I stepped on a seashell and the wound became infected; my wife and I have spent a fortune on the whole affair. We’re going to be exhausted — and we’ll struggle to get to fireworks.
But regardless, this was a really special trip. I’m amazed, in a way, that I was able to replicate, on a family scale, much of my trip from earlier this year. There’s been a mission each time, and we’ve fulfilled it.
Let me turn my thoughts to the U.S.A. A trip to South Africa invariably makes one grateful for America — and you wonder what people are thinking about in Johannesburg or Cape Town as they see you go back again.
I’m grateful that we will have electricity when we land — or we should, anyway. That’s not a given in South Africa these days. I’ll also be grateful to arrive in midsummer, with warm air and long days and even fireflies.
What makes South Africa and the U.S.A. different? We both have free market economies; we both have bad governments; we both have all kinds of challenges that we don’t exactly know how we are going to face.
South Africa has the gilded cages in which people live — the homes surrounded by electrified fencing, the fear of being robbed, raped, and murdered. But it also has the sense of being part of something important.
What makes the U.S. different: a large middle class, and a conservative media, and an entrepreneurial spirit, and a celebration of the individual; and an inherent reluctance to be forced in any particular ideological path.
I guess that’s what I’ll celebrate tonight, with the fireworks at the local high school, and the hoodlums who shoot firecrackers at my house, and the warmth of the whole place. We’ll rest, and be grateful, for it all.
This is the portion that all journalists should love: the Torah tells the story of the 12 spies, only two of whom tell the truth when the other ten shade it in a negative away (perhaps to suit a political agenda that is opposed to Moses).
It's not that the ten "lying" spies misconstrue the facts about the Land of Israel; rather, they interject their opinions that the land is impossible to conquer, which strikes unnecessary terror into the hearts of the people.
We have many examples of such fake news today -- from the Iranian propaganda outlets spreading false claims that they are winning the war, to California politicians spreading false horror stories about ICE raids in L.A.
The people realize, too late, that they have been fooled, and once they are condemned to die in the desert, they try to rush into Israel -- only to be defeated by the inhabitants, as the spies predicted that they would be.
But as consolation, God gives the people new commandments -- focused on things they must ...
This week's portion discusses the procedure for lighting the menorah, the holy seven-branched lamp, in the Tabernacle (and later the Temple). It also describes an episode where the people crave meat, and God punishes them by giving it to them in excess. We also read the story of Miriam, Moses's sister, who is punished with the spiritual skin blemish of tzara'at for speaking about her brother, thus violating the prohibition against lashon hara (evil tongue).
I heard a fantastic sermon this week about the lighting of the menorah: that while only the priests were qualified to clean and purify the menorah, anyone could light it. A reminder that each of us can inspire others along the way.
This week we study the vow of the Nazirite; a reminder that sometimes trying to be too holy is excessive, and the best we can do is to be the best that we are.
https://www.chabad.org/parshah/torahreading_cdo/aid/2495720/p/complete/jewish/Naso-Torah-Reading.htm