Mathematician John Nash, a Nobel Prize winner whose longtime struggle with mental illness inspired the movie “A Beautiful Mind,” was killed in a car crash along with his wife in New Jersey, state police said on Sunday.
Anne Meara was far more than one half of Stiller and Meara and also far more than Ben Stiller’s mother. Benjamin Ivry recalls her Jewish legacy.
A lawsuit against billionaire casino magnate Sheldon Adelson, which could lead to the revocation of his gambling license, will be heard in the United States.
Actress and comedian Anne Meara, known for her opposites-attract comedy routine with husband Jerry Stiller, died over the weekend, her family said on Sunday. She was 85.
Former Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert was sentenced to eight months in prison for accepting cash-filled envelopes from an American-Jewish businessman.
With jobs scarce and time on their hands, some tech-savvy Gazans have found a new way to make money - hacking Internet-based phone lines and routing international calls for a fee.
A work on sex translated into Yiddish is now available at the National Library in Jerusalem. Feminists, you may not like it at first glance.
Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu thanked the United States for blocking an Egyptian-led drive on a possible Middle East nuclear weapons ban at a major United Nations conference.
Faye Ginsburg and Fred Myers live in Greenwich Village with their 26-year-old daughter, who has a rare Jewish genetic disease. HomeLands opens the door to their apartment.
‘Abraham Path,’ a community-based tourism project in the West Bank, takes hikers on the ancient road of the patriarch Abraham. Naomi Zeveloff went on the journey into the rarely seen heart of the Palestinian territory.
A college student falls in love with a Lebanese woman. Now he’s afraid to tell his Zionist parents. He asks the Seesaw what he should do.
Monthly general meetings at the Park Slope Food Coop are usually staid affairs. Roughly 200 of the 16,500 members typically attend to discuss routine matters and get credit for the shift everyone is required to work. But last month’s meeting was different.
From the country’s third largest Sephardic community to Howard Schultz of Starbucks, the Evergreen State’s Jewish side is alive and kicking.
The Arab Museum of Contemporary Art is the first institution of its kind to open in an Arab-Israeli city that had, until recently, little contact with contemporary art.
This is how you launch a Hasidic shtetl in 21st-century America.
Yesterday, The Atlantic’s Jeffrey Goldberg published a wide-ranging interview with President Obama on the Middle East. Naturally, much of the ensuing commentary has focused on the president’s defense of his Iran diplomacy and his administration’s handling of the fight against ISIS. But in poring over Obama’s comments on these big ticket issues, one of the president’s more remarkable statements has largely been overlooked: his equation of denying Israel’s right to exist with anti-Semitism.
In the latter part of their conversation, Obama and Goldberg turned to the subject of Israel. The president began by making a spirited case against those in the pro-Israel community who equate his criticisms of Israeli policy with an anti-Israel or anti-Semitic outlook. “I completely reject that,” he said. On the contrary, the president argued, by standing up for the shared liberal values of the U.S. and Israel—and pointing out when either falls short—he is ensuring both countries will endure and thrive. “I want Israel, in the same way that I want the United States, to embody the Judeo-Christian and, ultimately then, what I believe are human or universal values that have led to progress over a millennium,” he said. “I want Israel to embody these values because Israel is aligned with us in that fight for what I believe to be true.”
The longest stretch I get to listen to music these days is on Sunday morning, when I make pancakes for a certain toddler who seems to recoil when I try to play anything I love from Radiohead or Bettye Lavette in the living room. Happily, I make those pancakes in the kitchen, and before I measure out even a teaspoon of flour, I turn the radio on to WKCR to hear some gospel. This weekend things will be a bit different, not just because it’s Shavuot—I’ll be at my sister’s in Jersey, natch, where I don’t control the audio—but also because Memorial Day is upon us.
Here’s a playlist in honor of the American soldiers who have given their lives in seemingly countless wars:
Almost all of the quiet moments I’ve had since Barry Freundel was sentenced to 6.5 years in jail for voyeurism have been spent thinking about my own conversion, the conversions of my friends, and the struggles we continue to face as gerim.
I converted in October 2007 while living in Brooklyn, NY. I had lots of questions during the process, which ultimately took a few years to complete. When I was learning, my mentor sometimes critiqued my clothing choices. I would ask, “is this normal?” or “should it be taking so long?” The answer I received was a resounding “yes,” as my friends and the rabbis I learned with told me that adhering to community standards of tzinus was part of the process to determine my sincerity.
Since I was three, I’ve had a life-threatening allergy to dairy. And because Jewish community activities are often centered around food, my Jewish experiences and food restrictions have always been linked. So this year, Shavuot—a holiday during which eating dairy is customary—is laced with a bit of cruel irony because it falls smack in the middle of Food Allergy Awareness month.
I can’t remember a Jewish life that didn’t involve bringing my own snack bags to kiddush at shul, having to ask where the desserts were from at bar mitzvahs, or separating safe food from unsafe food from mishloach manot on Purim. At my Orthodox day school, we sometimes celebrated a siyum by having a party. So when my classmates brought in their food contributions the day before the festivities—as per the school’s kashrut policy, students could only bring in packaged snacks and drinks—my mom would painstakingly read the ingredient labels of the foods my friends brought in, in order to judge whether or not they were safe for me to eat.
After Buchenwald Was Liberated, My Father, Rabbi Herschel Schacter, Led Survivors in a Moving Prayer Service
On April 11 or April 12, 1945, my father, Rabbi Herschel Schacter, aged 27, entered the Buchenwald Concentration Camp located outside of Weimer, Germany.
My father joined the American Army in the summer of 1942 because, as he later wrote in an essay I found, “I felt this was the right thing to do. I didn’t mean to wave a flag or demonstrate my patriotism. I simply felt that this was the normal, natural, healthy and proper thing for a young Orthodox rabbi to do.”