The past year has been one of pain and sorrow for us. Chevlay Ha’Moshiach, they say. But each tragedy, we believe to be our last. Moshiach must be here tomorrow- no, today. Each time, we are proven wrong
We’ve said tehillim, and we’ve held achdus rallies and we’ve spoken with our Gedolim. And we’re almost there. We now see things on the big scale. But what about the details?
It should suffice to say that I am not on a level to pasken or direct. But here are three of my suggestions– take them or leave them.
One is to eliminate the word ‘type’ from describing other people. I must say, it makes my blood boil. You can describe blood by type. You can classify recipes by type. You can sort music by type. But each of these descriptions only scratches the surface of what is. Inanimate objects can sometimes be sorted into broad categories, but only if you want one specific attribute. Recipies can be breakfast or lunch, dairy or meat, simple or complicated. Each is a different ‘type’ of ‘type’. And if we can’t even sort food by type, how on earth can we HOPE to do it to HUMAN BEINGS!!!
Would you like to be classified by your kippa, your skirt length, your shul or school, your parents, your siblings? What about this elusive type? “What type is she?” “She’s modern Orthodox.” “Do you think he was at the concert last night?” “Na, it’s so not his type to be there.”
“His type?” What does that mean anyway?! That if you found someone else who is “his type”, they will show up at the same weddings and the same concerts and wear the same kippah (at the same time, hopefully not sharing it between themselves?)
Please. You are not a ‘type.’ A blood type, probably. But a ‘human type?’ I should hope not. Please remember this when you speak of others.
Parts two and three to follow