So I’ve been quiet lately, election-obsessed, but still trying to work out that ‘non-partisan’ thing in anticipation of becoming a rabbi. No more need for coyness now. If you’re my FB friend, you know who I supported (and if the rest of you should guess that my candidate’s name rhymes with ‘no drama,’ you would not be mistaken).
To my friends on the Left: no, I did not vote for Guantanamo or wiretapping or excessive compromises with Big Finance. I voted for the coalition that put this president into office and which has gained more space in the national conversation. To my friends on the Right: from where I sit, voting for expanded opportunity is voting for personal responsibility. To my friends worried about Israel: what is it you don’t like, Iron Dome or the sanctions on Iran? (Who cares how he and Bibi feel about each other? They’re grown ass men with jobs to do.)
I agree with what the President said in his acceptance speech: “…this country only works when we accept certain obligations to one another and to future generations, so that the freedom which so many Americans have fought for and died for come with responsibilities as well as rights, and among those are love and charity and duty and patriotism. That’s what makes America great.” To me that understanding of community which involves responsibilities as well as rights echoes that which our Rabbis bequeathed us.
Also, I agree with those commentators who observe that this election was, in some ways, more historically significant than that in which President Obama won his first term. Four years ago, we elected our country’s first African-American president in the context of an economic catastrophe that came from the rank incompetence of the opposing party. This time, we re-elected that African-American President whose strengths and weaknesses we now know, in the context of an economy that improves very slowly and based on the contrast between his policies and that of the other guy. Obama is no longer a symbol, he’s Number 44. And that means our country has matured and made real progress in treating one of the biggest wounds in our democracy since our founding.
As I’ve told you before, many of the students at AJR, the Academy for Jewish Religion, where I study are old enough to have extensive resumes before ever starting rabbinical school. One of my favorite colleagues is a healthcare professional, a woman who made her own breaks and redefined her job such that she now leads and trains others. We agree about some political and social issues, disagree about others, and our talks zip past slogans to real exchanges of ideas. I learn from and respect this person.
On Election Day, as she sometimes does, my friend came into the library wearing her Republican brooch. She knows that I am decidedly to the left of her on just about every issue. And when we saw each other, without needing to say why, we exchanged a warm supportive hug. How good to know that our Jewish tradition of fervent, sometimes harsh, contention between committed friends can extend to our lives as citizens.
Later, we did talk about how lucky we are, as Jews and as Americans, to live in a country where changes in the government happen at the ballot box. We knew that, when we awoke the next day, no matter which president would run the executive branch; there would be no shooting, no state of emergency. Neither of us was afraid for what might happen to Jews on the next day. There would be no pogroms, no purges. Thank you, ancestors, for coming here! You did good.