Traditional Sephardi Feminist

How I Became a Traditional Sephardi Feminist Part I I was born to an American Haredi family; the eldest daughter; followed by a smattering of brothers. The sisters came later; already after the outsider sense was cemented in me; a girl among boys in a highly gender segregated society. Thus the frame was laid early for both for the sense of outsiderness; the sense of otherness. The outsider complex didn’t start with me. My father was the only sephardi in town. He married married my mother, learned yiddish, learned to speak hebrew with a yiddish accent and received a prestigious Ashkenazi Rabbinical ordination . No matter how Ashkenazi he became; my father always felt different. He announced his difference too, although in small ways; when called to the Torah he always pronounced the blessings in his childhood sephardic accent. I felt it too; my grandparents didn’t speak yiddish, were more moderately religious, had different accents, different clothes, different food. I adopted

Shlomo is Dead. Let Him Die. In wake of #MeToo, the movement to boycott Carlebach tunes is gaining steam and if the spread of the entire movement is any indication, singing Carlebach is going to soon to become verboten to all folk who believe they are woke. Woe unto any sh’liach tzibur caught unbeknowings singing a Carlebach tune; other participants will signal their virtue by loudly changing the tune in his face; chastise him (or her for that matter) over kiddush for his insensitivity to women and sexual abuse, or at the very least, tsk tsk over his naivete and ask that immediately learn which songs are shlomos’s so that he can adhere to the new halacha in the future. As one of the campaigners writes ; “the greatest challenge of uprooting Shlomo Carlebach is identifying it.” Does that make any sense at all? If some people are thinking about God while singing that verse and not about Shlomo, well congratulations to you for bringing Shlomo back (sarcasm alert). Opponents o