"YOU RESTORED MY SOUL"
Over the past three weeks or so, I’ve been receiving notes of support from many readers. This one, however, made me think (dangerous!). I’d love to open a dialogue with y’all over the ideas I wrote here in response.
Yori Yanover
Dear Yori,
Thank you for your postings on your USAJewish website in defense of R. Hershy Worch, a cyberspace friend of mine as well as a fellow 'fan' of Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach. I also appreciate your attitude toward the so-called "Awareness center," including your stunning expose of Vicki Polin & her whole method of anonymous allegations. I have long been very disturbed by her site, as well as that of JWB. Interesting that you point out that they may be the same people.
Your accomplishment with Luke Ford [is that his real name? Is he Jewish?] is also noted. However, under your name the R. Hershy story is left pretty much as a stalemate, but on his [Luke's] R. Hershy page, the picture is pretty bleak. He should be prodded into incorporating some of what you've written into that page as well.
Finally, perhaps it's been your influence that has gotten Vicki Polin to remove her "board" page, & for Rav Blau to leave her. But I am very disturbed at what she has on this page.
I feel that here, too, there are merely allegations, all based on one article from the men-hating Lilith [which is a Satanic female in Judaism] site, which again, attacks him anonymously. They even succeeded, at least so they claim, to have the desire of Reb Shlomo's family NOT to have a Manhattan street name changed to Carlebach St.
I am close to many people who knew Reb Shlomo very well, & for many years. While they admit that there may have been some indiscrete "groping" that could have occurred, the allegations of sexual relations they feel are probably someone's imagination or evil intent, which seems to be Vicki Polin's trademark.
What can be done to remove such garbage from Cyberspace? I would be happy to work on this together with you.
best regards,
Yitzchak from Jerusalem
Hi, Yitzhak,
My
fear is that the hysteria of the past 20 years over "recovered
memories," and the elevation of every inappropriate touch, every slip, every regrettable gesture to "sex abuse" are
already chipping into the very fabric of our psyche, as individuals and as a
society. It is depriving us of the natural eroticism which is a crucial part of
our emotional and spiritual being. Teachers no longer hug their pupils, lest they
be named gropers and abusers. Parents are shying from hugging their own
children in public.
In
the process of fighting to correct abuses, like sexual bigotry, sexual
harassment in the workplace and spouse abuse, we’ve also unleashed
charlatanistic and power-hungry forces which use the righteousness of these
causes to terrorize the culture.
These,
and the puritanical spirit which I suspect is deeply embedded in the American
psyche, have politicized the sexual, and with that robbed us of the carefree
availability of our sexual expression. Making a sexual mistake in this society
is the most dangerous thing that can ever happen to you; and so, forget about
being able to utilize our sexual feelings in our spiritual work.
Combined,
these forces have wrought upon the culture an ascetic pseudo-idealism, which,
combined with the hypocrisy of the Consumer society, are dominating our
sensations, impulses, and drives into pools of hesitation and self loathing.
All boundaries are broken, the private is public and vice versa, the banal is
glorified in countless banal ways, virtue is kitchified,
and eroticism is the gateway to shame.
And
we so fear these forces. This is why crabgrass like Vicki Polin
flourished until my blog and others have clipped her.
Because so many of us have so much to lose to the forces of
shaming. Everyone is coming up short in this trial: Our rabbis are
mostly chickenfeed, our journalists are dupes, and cowardice rules the day.
This
is why a bottom feeder like Vicki Polin can take a
ride on the back of Reb Shlomo;
a spiritual giant, and yet no one would stand up and yell out: Stop the stupid
noise already, the man is dead 11 years, will you shut up and let us hear the
singing?
But
I fear that Polin is a mere symptom and not the real
problem. We so fear the joy which God is giving us with such abundance, the joy
of our own bodies, of our spouses, our children, our friends - that we must retreat
into the dark, where no one would catch us staring.
We're
a very ill and injured generation; Vicki Polin is
merely the puss oozing from our wounds.
YY