It was this post from David Weinberger that got me thinking of this subject:
No Discounts For Jews In Massachusetts
Last year, the Commonwealth of Massachusetts set aside one summer Saturday as No Tax Day: Whatever you buy for under $2,500 was free of the 5% sales tax.
Some Jews complained because the orthodox can't touch money on the sabbath.
So, the Commonwealth responded admirably by declaring an entire tax free weekend, today and tomorrow.
Unfortunately, the Commonwealth didn't consult its religious calendar: Sunday is Tisha B'Av, a fast day remembering the destruction of the Temples. Guess what orthodox Jews can't do on Tisha B'Av? Yes, they can't eat, bathe, wear leather, have sex...or touch money. You spend the day in shul studying Torah, so until the mall opens up a Study, Daven 'n' Beyond store, there's not going to be a lot of temptation to shop anyway.
Nice try, Commonwealth!
The surface layer of this story is that some Jews are upset that they can't get out of paying some taxes. (playing to stereotype? Naaa.....! ) The real point, though, is that the State Commonwealth of Massachusetts should have done more to accomodate the orthodox Jews.
Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me Me. The whole world needs to accomodate me. It's not a Jewish attitude, but rather one of our time. The self-esteem generation. Don't believe me? Then how about this Jewish story from 40 years ago:
On October 6, 1965, Sandy Koufax, the overpowering lefty for the Los Angeles Dodgers, did not pitch in the first game of the World Series against the Minnesota Twins because game day fell on Yom Kippur.
My father was not a baseball fan then. Our family had emigrated to the United States less than six years before. He was fifty five years old and still struggling to learn English and many other new skills, like driving a car. Baseball was far down his list of priorities. He didn't know a home run from a rerun, a base hit from a face lift. He didn't know a baseball pitcher from a pitcher of water - and couldn't care any less.
"It's a stupid game," he announced in his thick accent after watching a few minutes on TV once. "Not like football. Now there's a game!" My father was referring to soccer, calling it by the name it is known throughout the world, not American football, which he also thought idiotic.
But then, Sandy Koufax refused to pitch the first game of the World Series. Sandy Koufax went to shul that day. He fasted. And, to my father, baseball was still a stupid game, but all of a sudden, it was not played by only stupid people. Sandy Koufax did not hide his Jewishness. He took a righteous stand. And my father, along with millions of Jews, was proud of him. "He's a good Jewish boy," my father said. His highest praise.
Right there, in those two stories, is the "progress" we've made in the past 40 years. If that story were to happen today, Sandy Koufax would have demanded that Major League Baseball reschedule the World Series, just to accomodate him. And just so there's no misunderstanding, orthodox Jews are just a miniscule part of it. I mean, any Jew who in this day and age chooses orthodoxy over Reform pretty much knows the hassles they're signing themselves up for. And for the most part they carry that burden quietly with as much Grace and Dignity they can muster without popping a vein. Just like Sandy Koufax.
No, in my experience the ones who are all too ready to foist their restrictive life choices on everyone around them are the new age crowd. Especially with regard to food. Ever try to have a pot luck with a bunch of vegans? Bet you leave hungry, is all I got to say. And why is it so many vegetarians have never learned how to cook vegetarian cuisine so it tastes like something other than prison food? Are spices considered "meat"?
And then there's the Surprise! factor. Someone I know rather well once took the trouble to cook a turkey for a Thanksgiving gathering of a rather leftish crowd. After going through all that work, several of the diners suddenly informed him that they only ate "free-range" poultry. No previous notice on this little fact at all. Although they wouldn't stoop to consuming regular farm-raised turkey, somehow it didn't faze them at all being complete asses.
Look, I could care less if you want to eat vegetarian, vegan, free-range, or any other oddball way of eating. But just remember, those are your restrictions, not mine.
And could somebody pass me that steak over there? Yeah, the really juicy one with all that fat on it. Thanks. And bon appetit!