My elementary school, Solomon Schechter Day School of Queens, is turning Orthodox. It will become Queens Hebrew Academy. Apparently, an influx of Orthodox Bukharian Jews boosted Schechter\u2019s numbers but changed its worldview.<\/p>\n
American Jewry is diversifying demographically. It\u2019s no longer the overwhelmingly Democratic and Eastern European community of my youth. Just look how many Queens Jews voted for Donald Trump.<\/p>\n
Solomon Schechter\u2019s transformation after 68 years tells an ideological tale, too. It\u2019s a story of the rise \u2014 and now fall \u2014 of a school, and school network, that embodied the peoplehood-centered, deeply Zionist, patriotic and achievement-oriented Judaism that made American Jewry great. Schechter offered an extraordinary education, raising proud Jews, proud Americans, proud Zionists \u2014 and proud Queens kids, too.<\/p>\n
America\u2019s network of Conservative Jewish day schools honored the Jewish Theological Seminary\u2019s Romanian-born second president, Rabbi Solomon Schechter (1847-1915). He believed that collectively \u201ccommitted,\u201d literate Jews, whom he called \u201cCatholic Israel,\u201d could gradually update Jewish law through academically rigorous rabbinic processes. But Schechter warned that embracing \u201cthe spirit\u201d of the tradition without \u201cthe letter\u201d of the law created \u201cnude souls\u201d because Judaism without the Torah \u201cis absolutely incompatible.\u201d<\/p>\n
This anchored juggling act inspired Jews in Queens and Philadelphia in 1956 to name the first Conservative Jewish day schools after him. New York Jewry then was all about living the Enlightenment dream, American-style: Be a normal New Yorker on the street, and a Jew at home. By 1993, over 50 Solomon Schechter Schools steeped 17,500 young Americans in Jewish tradition too.<\/p>\n
Last year, while researching my new book, \u201cTo Resist the Academic Intifada: Letters to My Students on Defending the Zionist Dream,\u201d I discovered that my old school\u2019s website still championed Solomon Schechter\u2019s exquisitely balanced vision. Bridging between Orthodoxy and secularism, Americanism and Judaism, the website proclaimed: \u201cFor Rabbi Schechter halacha [Jewish law] has its eternal roots in heaven but is also constantly evolving here on earth in response to the will of the people. He therefore sought to establish Conservative Judaism on the common ground that connects our Jewish and our American ideals, our Jewish and American selves.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s the message we absorbed in the 1960s and 1970s. Our Americanism, Judaism and Zionism resonated harmonically.<\/p>\n
I made my stage debut in fourth grade as Haym Salomon, the immigrant Jew who \u201csaved\u201d the American Revolution by lending the Continental Army money. A grateful George Washington, we learned, had the 13 stars on the dollar bill arranged in the shape of a Jewish star.<\/p>\n
When I was in graduate school, I scrutinized the index of every book on the American Revolution assigned. Salomon\u2019s name rarely appeared.<\/p>\n
At Solomon Schechter, we lived a creative tension. We learned our tradition, without feeling too bound by it. We started every morning with the Pledge of Allegiance and \u201cMy Country \u2018Tis of Thee\u201d \u2014 \u201cThe Star Spangled Banner\u201d and \u201cHatikvah\u201d were for assemblies.<\/p>\n
Like good Conservative Jews, we boys wore kippot on our heads inside the school but shoved those skullcaps into our pockets outside. Like good American kids, we often wore American flags on our chests if not our sleeves \u2014 thanks to those new stores ironing decals on three T-shirts for five dollars.<\/p>\n
We celebrated Thanksgiving like good \u2014 normal \u2014 Americans, although we sang \u201cYom HaHodaya\u201d in Hebrew too. We enjoyed the attempts to integrate Jews into American history, even if exaggerated. Salomon lent the money, but the Jewish star on the dollar is coincidental. These embellishments punctuated the historically unprecedented, mind-blowing messaging we took for granted: We belonged! Jews, too, were part of the American story.<\/p>\n
Most important was intensive basic training in how to succeed. Schechter\u2019s double English-Hebrew curriculum crushed many. By third grade, we noticed, using the schoolyard\u2019s brutally honest language, that the \u201cdumb\u201d kids at Schechter shined in public school.<\/p>\n
Our talented teachers pushed us hard to learn and love Western civilization and American history. Meanwhile, an equally formidable lineup of Israeli-born teachers taught us Jewish studies in Hebrew, \u201civrit b\u2019ivrit.\u201d Rather than conveying the first-generation American-Jewish zest for success, these teachers languished in identity purgatory. Enthusiastic Zionists, they were living in America, away from their homeland. But inside their classrooms, these teachers were home. They suppressed their guilt by steeping us in Israeli language and culture, along with Jewish texts and rituals.<\/p>\n
True, a favorite schoolyard debate was \u201cif America and Israel went to war, who would you fight for?\u201d But we knew the question was ridiculous \u2014 the two countries we loved, loved each other. The red-white-and-blue and blue-and-white overlapped.<\/p>\n
No dual loyalties tortured us. We felt lucky, blessed by this bounty. We enjoyed our extra Jewish goodies \u2014 extra holidays to celebrate, fun things to eat, heroes to venerate. We were learning how to be good Americans on the street, as successful as our neighbors. But we were initiated into a secret society too.<\/p>\n
We were 100% American, 100% Jewish, and very Israel-oriented \u2014 within limits. Unlike non-Jews, we mastered the Israeli \u201cchet\u201d \u2014 what linguists call that voiceless uvular fricative, as if you are clearing phlegm from your throat. We could say challah or chutzpah properly without sounding \u201cgoyishe\u201d by calling it hallah and hutz-pa. But by speaking Hebrew with our lazy-R\u2019s, we stood out among Israelis. We could never master those crisp, guttural Israeli reshes \u2014 aka the voiced uvular fricative. Apparently, our alveolar approximant limited us.<\/p>\n
We were being marinated in a culture, welcomed into a conversation, wired emotionally not just ideologically. Today, in Jerusalem, celebrating the Tu BiShvat arbor day holiday that falls during the winter feels extra special. I see the almond trees we sang about as kids blossoming from my porch. And the Zionist dream \u2014 to be a free people in our own land \u2014 is fulfilled daily.<\/p>\n
The message was clear: We were the lucky ones, winners of a grand historical lottery. We could have it all. We could be proud Jews and good Americans, because one reinforced the other.<\/p>\n
True, many of us eventually saw contradictions. Serving the God of Abraham while serving the God of Abraham Lincoln is hard. In confining God to the home, to half a day of studies, and, ultimately, to convenient times in America\u2019s workweek, many American Jews suffocated the Jewish God. \u201cIf you can\u2019t see God everywhere,\u201d the Kotzker Rebbe (1787-1859) warned, \u201cyou can\u2019t see God anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
This Americanized god was domesticated \u2014 and neutralized. That god was not an intimate force in our lives. We sang prayers every morning not as supplications to our awe-inspiring Creator, but as happy-dappy, rousing folk songs strengthening our sense of tradition and community.<\/p>\n
Today, Conservative Judaism, which thrived in a middle-class-oriented, temperamentally moderate America, faces severe ideological, demographic and institutional challenges beyond the scope of what I can say here.<\/p>\n
But as Solomon Schechter of Queens transitions into Queens Hebrew Academy, let us hail the American-Jewish literacy it conveyed, its consummate New-Yorkiness, the passionate patriotism it fostered in us as Americans, Jewish-peoplehood people and Zionists, and the dreams it planted in generations of students.<\/p>\n
We were Generation Hope. We were born into a world far better than the Eastern European hell our grandparents fled. We knew that, by rolling up our sleeves rather than throwing up our hands, we would make a better world for our children too. And we were grateful to Solomon Schechter School of Queens which we trusted to help us \u2014 and them \u2014 forge ahead.<\/p>\n