In Hebrew, there's an expression called Lashon Hara, which literally means evil speech, on in other words, gossip.
Normally, I don't care about other people's personal lives, and gossip doesn't really interest me. But here's what happened last night, when I was at my parents house.
I was in the kitchen helping my mother get ready for the dinner, when our conversation got to intermarriage. My mother asked me what I thought should be done to keep Jews from marrying outside the religion. So I made some basic suggestions. Then I suddenly remembered the wife of my sister's brother in law, whose son had taken up with a non-Jewish girl a few years ago.
I'll refer to the son as D. and the mother as S.
So here goes. A few years ago my family went to my sister's house for the Passover Seder. S. was there, along with her husband and her son D. I could tell that S. was very angry with D. This was the time that D. was involved with that girl.
Now for a little background. S. is a very smart, prominent well to do lawyer. Her husband A. is a brilliant Manhattan radiologist. Unfortunately, they're both liberal Jews. During that time, S. was the president of the degenerate B'nei Jeshurun Conservative so-called "Temple" on the ultra liberal Upper West Side of Manhattan.
B'nei Jeshurun is a kind of swinging, non-religious place for single Manhattan Jews to hang out Friday nights. It's a very p.c. kind of place. They have a gay and lesbian group. Shortly after 9/11, instead of conducting Jewish prayers, the rabbis decided to have everyone sing "We Shall Overcome." And everyone did that, while holding hands and swaying side to side. I mean, whatever happened to killing the terrorists?
Another time when I was there, the rabbi was talking about how he was involved in the AIDS walk. He went on and on about how everyone should be involved, and how important the AIDS crisis is, etc.
On another note, as part of their singles group, they invited over some fakestinian man one night to bang some bongo drums -- I kid you not. So suffice it to say, B'nei Jeshurun is a place for self-hating, liberal Jews to go for Friday nights, when they're in the mood for an aging hippie lovefest. There's nothing religious about that place at all.
Now getting back to young D. and his mother S.
D. had his Bar Mitzvah ceremony at this degenerate B'nei Jeshurun. The day of the ceremony, the "Temple" invited some fakestinian doctor who went to medical school in Israel as the speaker.
Anyway, last night when I was in the kitchen with my mother, I brought up D. and S., since we were talking about intermarriage.
I basically said to my mother that it was very hypocritical for S. to get so mad at her son, being that she was the president of such a degenerate, self hating synagogue, whose rabbis seemed to care more about the latest liberal chic causes than for helping Jews. I mean, as president, couldn't S. have found some nice Jewish entertainment rather than having some Arab come and bang bongo drums? And instead of those so-called rabbis going on about AIDS and Sudan, couldn't S. have pushed them to back Jewish causes also? I mean, I can understand wanting your son to keep your religion. But I thought S. should have looked into her role in confusing her son.
So in the middle of my rant, in walked my older sister, who is a staunch Democrat, and who is a big admirer of S. My sister told me it was not nice to judge S. And she saw nothing wrong with that so-called Temple asking members to get involved in the AIDS walk or the Sudan genocide because of the importance of those issues. So I told her that Jews should focus more on Jewish causes. I mean, if they want to be involved with the other stuff, then fine. But I said their priorities should be their fellow Jews.
Anyway, my sister walked out of the kitchen into the dining room, kind of in a huff. And that was the end of the conversation. But I felt awkward the rest of the night.
What do you guys think? Did I put my foot in my mouth?