A Man We Could Use Now
Filed under: Blogging, coexistence, General, History and Culture, Israeliness, Life, Music, Politics, Pop Culture, Profiles, War
If Elvis had lived, he could have been president – after all, if it was good enough for Ronald Reagan, imagine how the voters would have gone for Elvis Presley! But I have a better idea; He was such a unifying force and a symbol of coexistence, Elvis would have been the perfect candidate for Prime Minister of Israel! And he could have qualified for the job, too – after all, Elvis was (sort of) Jewish!
On the occasion of what would have been his 74th birthday on January 8, it’s worth remembering Elvis and his impact on bringing people together. While casual music listeners tend to put down Elvis’ relatively unsophisticated music, all his biographers attribute his early use of rhythm and blues (which some accused him of “stealing from blacks”) as opening the door for the Motown sound, and later on the rise of Michael Jackson and other modern African-American superstars. So right there, Elvis was a unifying force, right on his home turf.
But less known is his charitable work for Jewish organizations in his hometown of Memphis, and his attitude to racism – and to Arabs and Jews. There are millions of Elvis fans out there, which means there are thousands of stories floating around about him, most of which can’t be corroborated. But the overwhelming consensus of the man is that he was someone who was charitable – both financially and personally – and identified with minorities, including Jews and Arabs.
During his latter years, for example, Elvis would take to wearing a big “Chai” – and when he was asked why by his friend guitarist Charlie Hodge, he supposedly answered that he didn’t want to “miss out on going’ to heaven on a technicality!” In fact, quoting from the book “Elvis and Gladys”, this site makes a case for Elvis’ Jewish ancestry (his maternal grandmother), which explained to some extent his affinity for Jews. According to the book:
One day the Memphis Jewish Welfare sent a delegation to Graceland to see him and ask if he could contribute. At Christmas every year he would donate $1,000 to a number of Memphis charities and one of them was the Memphis Hebrew Academy, and so they thought maybe they could get something. They explained what they do, taking care of poor Jews and orphans. Elvis excused himself for a minute. When he came back, he handed the leader of the delegation a check. They didn’t know what to expect. They thought $1,000 would be nice. When they looked at the check, it was for $150,000. The equivalent of more than a million dollars today. The man said, ‘Elvis, you must have made a mistake.’ Elvis said, ‘I didn’t make a mistake, I know what I’m doing.’
And Elvis had a soft spot for Arabs as well. Michael Saba, former executive director of the National Association of Arab Americans, tells a tale of a childhood friend of his in Memphis:
Farid told me that one day at his high school, some of the school bullies started teasing him, calling him names like “you dirty Arab” and threatened to hit him. He said Elvis came along and said, “Hey, you leave him alone. I know him and his family and they are very nice people. Those ‘Arabs’ treat me well and you better treat him well also.” The bullies moved off and Elvis told Farid that if anybody ever tried that again, he should let Elvis know.
So besides a talent for music, Elvis had a talent for peacemaking! Of course, Elvis isn’t around for us to give him a try at leadership (or is he?) but we do have the Elvis Inn, “famous for bringing Arabs and Jews together,” especially on Elvis Impersonator Nights! And as one of the impersonators told reporters, “If Elvis Presley was alive, he could help the crisis of the Arab and the Jew. I think he’d make a song of it, of the whole situation, and perform in a lot of Arab countries and of course in Israel. He’d try to make peace between the Israelis and the Arabs once and for all. I think he would have done it if he was alive today.”
Drawing, sculpting and designing women
It’s well known that women played a key role in the forging of Israel’s military, intellectual and agricultural successes in the early generations of the nation. Just ask the leadership of the Union of Creative Women in Israel.
But many argue that women’s role in Israel’s formative visual arts scene has been given the short end of the stick. A group of women scholars has recently undertaken an extensive research project exploring the matter, yielding a formidable report entitled Creative Women in Israel, 1920-1970. The volume chronicles the lives and accomplishments of some 51 female photographers, 28 female architects and 86 female painters/sculptors, many of whom were celebrated in their time but are sadly overlooked or under-respected now – and that’s not counting 35 more figures not covered in depth in the book but currently being examined by the group.
Now that the book is set to be published imminently by Tel Aviv University’s Faculty of the Arts, the school has organized an entire day-long conference surrounding the occasion.
Entitled Creative Women of the Visual Arts in Israel and taking place this Sunday from 10:15 a.m. into the evening hours, the conference has been planned by an academic board headed by Dr. Ruth Marcus of the TAU Department of Art History. Many local and international presenters are involved as well, including Dr. Ines Sonder of Potsdam’s Moses Mendelssohn Center for European Jewish Studies, speaking about under-celebrated architect Lotte Cohn; Dr. Ruth E. Iskin, Ben-Gurion University professor of the Arts, author of Modern Women and Parisian Consumer Culture in Impressionist Painting; and Prof. Tamar Garb of London’s University College, speaking about Feminism, Art History and the Challenge of the Woman Artist.
Pictured is long-lost sculptress Sulamit Nem Salom’s bronze Sitting Torso, used by permission from Creative Women in Israel, 1920-1970.
Outdoor folk
Filed under: General, History and Culture, Holidays, Life, Music
Ah, the country fair: a longtime staple of rural living. Folk getting together with other folk to celebrate the harvest moon, life, spiritual festivities and just plain good weather with food, home-made crafts and toe-tapping music.
You wouldn’t find any deep-fried Twinkies or Oreos here, and the crafts skewed towards tie-dies, soul-lifting art, and essential perfume oils, but there’s no doubt that the Third Moshav Country Fair at the Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach-founded Moshav Mevo Modiim fulfilled that down-home need.
With an impressive influx of excited fair-goers, the parking filled up fast and early for a full day of activities for all ages – from jugglers, face painters and story-tellers in the morning to afternoon freestyle rap sessions for modest women and how-to-compost lectures to impromptu yoga sessions and amazing jams in the late evening. Food, more often than not a disappointment when served from trucks by sweaty people to starving hordes, was unpredictably satisfying. There were corn dogs with love from Puff Zaidy, perfectly acceptable felafel by the bagel guy and assorted other treats.
The musical lineup included the biggest names in post-Shlomo music, Ben Zion Solomon and Sons setting the harmonized tone with beautiful mandolin-driven grooves. Shlomo Katz is so awesome with that first name that his trademark sweet vocals seem to be just icing on the cake. A Yehudah Katz of Reva L’Sheva fame turned it all the way up almost to seven. After a quick surprise set by international stars Moshav (including the poignant “Come Back“), a number of younger day-trippers were off to Jerusalem to enjoy that band’s show with Hamakor at the Maabada.
The day didn’t end there, however, as the unbilled finale Semantra – a retooled, retrofitted, and forward-thinking collaboration including Shmuel Nelson and Ari Leichtberg of Shimshak fame – wrapped it all up with an amazing set that left no doubts about this group’s budding greatness.
Nostalgia Sunday
Filed under: Art, General, History and Culture, Israeliness, Life, Profiles
My mother’s uncle, Zvi Zinkin, was a painter. Not a famous one, except in our family lore. Dod Zvi and Doda Batya, as we knew them, were among the many eccentrics that called Tel Aviv home and made it a city like no other. They were elderly, agoraphobic, hard-of-hearing vegetarians when we met them in the 1970s, making their own watery beet juice and salt-free noodles (this was before veggie food was popular or palatable), composing poetry and melodies for Batya to dance, Isadora Duncan-style, around a living room embellished with wall murals of Zvi shaking hands with Moses, Herzl and Jabotinsky in the heavenly Jerusalem. Zvi’s true loves – Batya and the Land of Israel – were expressed through his paintings, some of which were handed down to my sisters and me.
One of Zvi’s recurring themes was the Yarkon River, usually depicting himself and Batya in a rowboat, or sometimes with just a solitary rower. He was also fascinated by the Reading Power Station. In these paintings, Reading’s distinguishing characteristic, the smokestack, has apparently not yet been erected.
Both Batya and my mother died aroud the same time, in 1975, and Zvi passed away a few years later. (I imagine the apartment went to people who scraped and plastered over the wall murals – I’ve never had the guts to go and check). My father, sisters and I managed to visit him only once, in 1976 – and it wasn’t easy to arrange. Zvi didn’t have a phone or couldn’t hear the phone – I was never clear on the details – so you had to send a postcard telling him about your plans to visit. Also, our relatives warned us that he’d become even more peculiar since Batya’s death. “He made a life-sized statue out of her old clothes and paper mache, and he talks to it,” they told my dad chillingly. “The girls will be frightened.” Actually, it was both Batya and Theodore Herzl, sitting opposite one another at the folding table, with a tape recorder of Batya playing the piano and singing. Somehow, though, it wasn’t really scary. It just was what it was: art and life, one and the same.
New York Artist Sends Free Boxes of Peace to Israel
(Israelity blogger Karin holding her free box of “green” peace)
Everyone around this area of the world seems to be talking about peace a whole lot, with not much being done.
What if peace were free and could come in the mail if you just placed your order?
That’s just what happened when we heard about Franck de las Mercedes, a New York based artist who as an expression of his art and desire for peace, sends free peace boxes to anyone around the world who asks for one.
Labeled FRAGILE, Contains: Peace, your postal carrier might look at you strangely when you have the box delivered. The weightless, odorless and tasteless contents inside don’t look like much, but the gift sure can get your friends and family thinking.
(An up-close look at our “green” peace box sent to Jerusalem)
Our peace box pictured above, was sent during the month of April to honor Earth Day. That’s why it’s a “green” peace box. Order yours today! Or as Ziva from Designist Dream says, Give Peace a Stamp!
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