The iconoclastic firebrand that was Rabbi Meir Kahane, Hy"d
For his yahrzeit, 18 Cheshvan.
Tragically, when the sun set before its scheduled time, we lost the most noble Jew of our generation.
Perhaps more than any other, his was a life dedicated to serving
Am Yisrael.
Regrettably, it was a life ended abruptly in the struggle to awaken a
nation that had taken to slumber only a generation after the greatest
tragedy that befell its people.
Brilliant and inspired, he
was an iconoclastic firebrand who left his mark wherever he walked or
whenever he talked. To be sure, friend and foe alike came to understand
that there was no place he was ever afraid to go, and nothing that was
ever left unsaid.
With a penchant for understanding the
ways of the world, and a political proclivity that was rooted to the
core in his love of his people, Rabbi Meir Kahane lived his life devoted
to the cause of
Ahavat Yisrael. Driven by an intense passion
for justice that had rarely been seen before, and lamentably that seems
to be especially found wanting today, he became the most controversial
Jewish spokesman of our generation.
Born in 1932, Meir
David Kahane was raised in a religious nationalistic home in New York.
Son to a scholar, he learned at a very early age that Judaism was
inseparable from Zionism. And that anti-Zionism was just another
manifestation of anti-Semitism. He was taught also that, sadly, there
were too few Jewish proponents of the biblical notion that posited that
Jews should, unapologetically, stand tall. He understood even then that
Jewish history, and destiny, was often determined by the bold actions of
a few noble Jews. His heroes were Ze’ev Jabotinsky, Yosef Trumpledor,
Menachem Begin, Shlomo Ben Yosef, Dov Gruner, Meir Feinstein, and their
compatriots of the Irgun and Lehi, a too-small select group of modern
Jewish warriors whose names were sadly unknown, or unspoken, in too-many
Jewish homes.
The
valiant struggle undertaken by these extraordinary Jewish heroes would
leave its impact on Kahane. In response to the anti-Semitism that seemed
ubiquitous, the unpretentious and private young man from New York would
one day be drawn by circumstances to take a demonstrative public stance
because others would not. Yet, that metamorphosis should not have
surprised anyone, certainly not those who remember this once-quiet New
York teenager hurling stones at the passing motorcade of British Foreign
Minister Ernest Bevin, an archenemy of Jewish nationalist aspirations.
Following
his years at the Mir Yeshiva, he picked up a law degree from New York
Law School, and a Master’s degree in International Relations from New
York University along the way. He moved from being a modest neighborhood
rabbi to copy editor and frequent contributor of the
Jewish Press, to a neophyte rabble-rouser whose presence would soon shake the world.
Establishing
the Jewish Defense League in 1968 in response to an anti-Semitism that
proliferated seemingly unchecked in the neighborhoods of New York, he
introduced with it a new breed of American Jew – one willing to fight
back. As the JDL’s reputation and popularity grew, so did the
condemnations, especially from those so-called Jewish leaders who had
previously been empowered by their Jewish constituents to serve the need
now taken up by the new Jewish defenders.
Nonetheless, the young men of
the JDL continued to take to the streets undeterred, feared and
respected by those with whom they did battle, and delivered a renewed
message that Jewish blood was not cheap.
But Rabbi Kahane
had a greater calling -- helping Jews everywhere. It was not enough, he
opined, to serve only those Jews beleaguered only in our own
neighborhoods. What of those who stood defenseless elsewhere, and who,
he wondered, would feel
their pain?
Not long after
he founded the Jewish Defense League, Rabbi Kahane made a priority of
taking up the cause of Soviet Jewry, a people subjugated and smothered
by Soviet totalitarianism. Through extralegal and illegal means, the JDL
directed its war against a
détente that had masked the Soviet
oppression of its religious minorities. No Soviet diplomat would walk
the streets of New York freely, the Rabbi warned, if any Jew were
compelled to walk the streets of Moscow in fear. In a bold and
imaginative campaign to rein terror on the perpetrators, the JDL became a
bone in the throat to Soviet interests in America. Numerous times the
Soviet Union directed its complaints to the United States government and
the United Nations assembly in an effort to curb the “Jewish
hooligans,” protests that served only to bolster the latter’s fearless
reputation, and determination.
In the end, when all was
said and done, the JDL brought to the fore a Soviet Jewish problem that
had been shrouded for too long, mobilized an apathetic American Jewish
establishment, and befittingly laid claim to opening the iron curtain to
the several hundred thousand Russian Jews who were reluctantly
permitted to emigrate. All because there walked a rabbi who would not
allow himself to sleep comfortably knowing that Jews elsewhere could
not.
But most importantly, there was Israel. In keeping
with the most fundamental principle of the Jewish Defense League’s
ideology, Rabbi Kahane, his wife Libby, and their four children made
aliyah in 1971. Welcomed at first as a modern American Jewish hero, the
Rabbi soon made his political mark by antagonizing the prevailing
political order. Challenging its neglect of the inevitable demographic
clash with its own Arab population, and calling to question the
ill-fated desire to seek peace at any cost with its neighboring Arab
countries, Kahane became a small, though vocal, political alternative.
As
Israel confronted an assault of Arab terrorism unleashed, coupled with
proliferating social problems, his appeal and support grew. Elected to
the Knesset and given a legitimate forum in 1984, and barred from
running again in 1988 when the polls predicting an almost unprecedented
rise in power, Rabbi Kahane’s name became synonymous with Israeli
right-wing politics. “Extremism,” some called it. To be certain, it
rendered a new terminology to Israel’s political lexicon:
“Kahanism.”
Representing
people, problems, and issues that had remained unaddressed by
successive Israeli governments, he became a popular figure who
threatened conventional politics. Remarkably, his impact was so great
that the Likud government that presented itself as “nationalist” fought
to keep him at bay with a fury that even eclipsed the old Labor
governments’ efforts.
Always placing the fate of others
above his own, he discounted any concern for his own reputation,
faithfully leaving that judgment to God, and to history. As the bravest
and loudest voice forewarning the Jews in Israel, and elsewhere, of the
impending dangers of a specious and spurious yet all-encompassing quest
for Middle East peace, he believed that history would certainly
vindicate him.
Long before the fraudulent peace of Oslo,
when all others were still hailing the accomplishments of an earlier
Camp David surrender to appeasement, Rabbi Kahane spoke about the
dangers engendered by the lack of Jewish resolve. He warned that this
perilous march to peace, based foolishly on illusions and the best of
intentions, would ultimately lead Israel on the path of disaster. As
seemed his duty, he shamelessly reminded those who would listen that the
road to Hell was paved with good intentions, and, too many dead Jews.
Rabbi Kahane once wrote the words that perhaps more than any others explained this march of madness:
“Not
all Jews are heroes, and there are those who grow weary of the long
struggle, and the longer wait. And weariness carries with it
weakness. Weakness of the body, and weakness of the spirit. Weakness
that persuades the Jew to believe, that which just yesterday, he knew to
be nonsense. Weakness that prepares the ground for the Jew to believe
in madness, and in illusions.”
For him, there was only one
thing worse than illusion – self-delusion, an enterprise he feared the
Jews had begun to master all too well.
In 1924, the prolific Jewish writer Maurice Samuel, daring to call Jews a “separate and holy people,” concluded his book
You Gentiles with
the following: “…I console myself with the thought that if this book
offends by its assertiveness, God knows that the infinite tactfulness of
thousands of other Jews seems to have offended no less. Whatever we do
we are damned – and I would rather be damned standing up than lying
down.”
Rabbi
Meir Kahane, was a rabbi who was in fact damned – damned standing up,
but never lying down. His writings, his speeches, and his audacious
actions on behalf of his fellow Jews gave no quarter. As certain as the
sunrise, his words and his deeds carried with them the assured belief
that they invoked the blessings of Heaven.
As the founder
and leader of the Jewish Defense League, and then the Kach Movement in
Israel, he was condemned, and imprisoned, too-numerous times for his
radical actions. And at other times, for his views. Yet he remained
undeterred. Articulating a philosophy pregnant with moral clarity, he
once wrote:
“The real prisoners are the ones who walk the
streets daily, knowing that they should do a certain thing, and are
afraid to do it. They are serving life sentences. If a person believes
in something, and does it – he is never in prison – he is always free.”
Never, then, was there a freer man than Rabbi Meir Kahane.
Rabbi
Kahane, for two decades warned us through word and through deed, of the
impending catastrophes that we would inevitably face if we chose to
follow Washington, and place our trust in princes, rather than the path
prescribed by Torah. The Rabbi warned us that when the final showdown
would come, the support of these “so-called friends” of Zion would, to
use the language of Pierre Van Passan, “evaporate like snow on a summer day’s sun.”
With
the nations of the world in general, and Israel’s Arab neighbors in
particular, the Rabbi understood that there would only be peace through
strength. Not because they loved us, but because they could be made to
respect us.
Rabbi Meir Kahane was an unconventional genius.
His name was, and will forever remain, synonymous with Jewish activism.
Principled in purpose, he feared no fight. Therefore it was
understandable that the establishment feared his ability to capture and
radicalize the hearts and minds of a generation of youth that had been
left with little direction, and even less purpose.
A
prolific writer, his pen left a penetrating mark on the generation that
was influenced by his many books and frequent articles. Tireless, he
spoke everywhere, and to everyone, and galvanized a generation of Jews
that began to question its parents’ indifference to the life and death
issues that he brought to the fore.
The cry of “Never
Again,” if ever heard before the rabbi established the Jewish Defense
League, was certainly too faint. Rabbi Meir Kahane, and the Jewish
Defense League, proclaimed it loudly, and proudly. And it was nothing
less than a revolution in Jewish affairs. “Never Again” did not mean
that never again would the Jewish people be confronted with
anti-Semitism, pogroms, and worse. In the
galut, that promise cannot be made, nor kept. But “Never Again”
did mean,
that never again would the Jews stand idly by, while the anti-Semitic
beast reared its pernicious face. It was a chant – a promise – a that
became the hallmark of a
new Jew. It was a message that
instilled a measure of fear in those who made sport of hating Jews. It
was a compelling wake-up call to the Jews who had long served as their
victims. And it sent a stern and menacing signal to the Jewish leaders
who for too long seemed indifferent to both.
He would often remind us that the Jew needed to stand on two legs – the religious, and the nationalistic.
Rabbi
Kahane was in every sense, a unique man, a visionary. But he was more.
So much more. No political visionary ever knew as much about the New
York Yankees as did the rabbi; and no Yankee fan ever climbed more
police barricades than did he. No biblical scholar comprehended
international law as well, and certainly no international jurist ever
understood the Five Books of Moses as did the venerated and often
berated rabbi. Perhaps more politically astute than anyone we will ever
meet, he often, nevertheless, refused to be diplomatic. You see, he
understood, that one doesn’t compromise Jewish values.
With
one leg fully entrenched in Israel, and the other still planted in
America, the once-quiet pulpit rabbi from Howard Beach, New York
reluctantly became an international celebrity. In the matter of a few
short years, he came to champion Jewish causes everywhere, and in his
own unique manner, left life-lasting reverberations in his wake. It was
not history that created this man, but this man who helped fashion
history.
He would often remind us that the Jew needed to
stand on two legs – the religious, and the nationalistic. Those who
stood on only one, he argued, were crippled. And
never had one man stood taller on both legs.
Bold,
brazen, and never bashful, Rabbi Kahane commanded the ability to engage
in intellectual discourse that made even the most erudite opponent
shrink before him. Or, he could shift gears effortlessly, and
communicate masterfully, with the young and disenfranchised.
The
rabbi often addressed groups a thousand strong, and at times, spent
endless hours passionately mentoring a single lost soul. Because
he understood,
that that one lone soul might one day himself alter the course of
Jewish history. This endless passion to serve his people, coupled with
the determined drive to pursue justice, was in every sense, his
raison d’être.
More serious than any man we have ever met, he balanced that with a wonderful sense of humor that always “humanized” the man
they wanted us to see as a Jewish outcast.
Often
late for appointments, he was always the first to rush to the aid of a
Jew in peril. Talented, and of brilliant mind, he was tortured by the
notion of Jews suffering, whether in Manhattan, or Moscow.
He feared only God.
He
was instrumental in disseminating the type of pride that brought many a
young Jew to proudly place the knitted kippa on his head. Finding
little time, or use, for sleep, the rabbi’s twenty-hour workday was
never enough. Like Ze’ev Jabotinsky, a generation and a half before him,
he saw things that others
could not. And as was true of Jabotinsky, he was branded a “pariah” by the established Jewish world, which wanted him so much –
to simply go away.
Doors
to the established Jewish institutions were regularly closed to him –
sometimes, as in the case of the campus Hillels throughout the United
States, they were literally, physically chained, all in the endeavor to
keep him out. Yet, not surprisingly, his ideas still seeped through.
Who
really appreciated this remarkable man? Ask an old Holocaust survivor,
who knew too well what it meant to be forgotten by American Jewry, while
European Jewry burned in flames. Ask the frightened American Jew,
living alone in a once Jewish neighborhood, fearful of the anti-Semitism
that he felt every day. Ask the Jewish settler in holy Hevron –
resting-place of our forefathers - deserted by his own Israeli
government, while surrounded by a marauding pack of wolves. Ask the more
than a quarter of a million Russian Jews, prisoners of a totalitarian
Soviet regime for over fifty years, who had their fate, their future,
and their freedom tied to the radical rabbi – a rabbi who was willing to
go to jail, for them.
Rare indeed was the man who
was willing to shake heaven and earth and sacrifice almost all for his
fellow man. Unwilling to compromise the truth, and bereft of any concern
for political correctness or conventional expectations, Rabbi Meir
Kahane taught us that the life in one’s years is infinitely more
important than the years in one’s life.
Felled by a murderous assassin’s bullet in New York in November 1990, he is now gone.
The
loss of one great man, and our world will never be the same. It is no
doubt the most important thing that the rabbi would ever teach – that
one person, could indeed, be the difference.
How different our world would have been had Rabbi Meir Kahane decided that the pain and suffering of the Jews everywhere
was not his pain.
Or if he had not stood in opposition to the ongoing Jewish retreat from
the territories liberated in the 1967 Six Day War, an event that should
have instead ushered in the age of redemption. Or, had he simply
accepted that these things were sometimes better left alone. God knows,
our Jewish leaders said it was so.
Without the rabbi, we
mournfully lack the vocal and vociferous outcry against the perfidious
and misbegotten peace process. More importantly, we shall forever miss
the fury of the same noble rabbi, not here today to lead the voices of
reason, and demonstrate in angry protest against the road map to
madness.
“Never
Again” did mean, that never again would the Jews stand idly by, while
the anti-Semitic beast reared its pernicious face. It was a chant – a
promise – a that became the hallmark of a new Jew.Tragically, it seems that we really
didn’t deserve him, and must now fend for ourselves.
The
message of Rabbi Meir Kahane is still quite clear today. And for the
Jewish people wandering seemingly leaderless in a desert of our own
creation, he is needed more than ever before.
We stand
today at the moment of truth, called on to muster the courage to break
with illusion and foolishness. We stand today a moment that finds us
still masters of our own fate, having learned from that noble rabbi that
much can be accomplished through dedication, and the faith and the
fight of the few against the many.
His legacy should not to
be misunderstood, nor left to the historians who so often rewrite it.
The message is as clear as it is powerfully poignant: If we march
forward with the courage that is called for, guided by Torah and
unencumbered by the need to appease unappeasable opponents, then future
generations will indeed bless us. If, on the other hand, we equivocate
and vacillate, misled by a fearful and faint-hearted temperament while
our fate and that of our brethren in Israel and elsewhere still hang in
the balance, we shall forever regret the moment of truth when we might
have achieved glory, and were found wanting.
The struggle continues. And it continues without the voice, or the hand, of the most noble Jew of our generation.
And, it seems so much harder
today to say: “
Od lo avda tikvateynu.” That “our hope is not yet lost.”
Meir
Jolovitz is a past national executive director of the Zionist
Organization of America, and formerly associated with the Institute for
Advanced Strategic and Political Studies. He had previously served as
national chairman of the Jewish Defense League.
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POST SCRIPT: Meir Kahane was far from perfect in his personal life, this post is about the recognition of his great accomplishments with all his human flaws.
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