Weekly Chasidic Story #1196 (s5781-08
/22 Mar-Cheshvan 5781 /Nov.9, 2020) This week Hebron
Stairs of Hope Although the majority of Schwartzies
summers in Israel was spent teaching in ASCENT, he always spent at least two weeks
in Hebron. His daily schedule included praying in Machpelah Cave, learning Torah
in the Menucha Rachel shul; reciting some psalms at the graves of Jesse and Ruth;
and of course, talking to every IDF soldier along the way. Connection:
Weekly Reading -- Jewish rights in Hebron, and especially the ownership of Machpelah
Cave, date back nearly three thousand seven hundred years (3695, to be precise),
as documented in the opening verses (Gen. 23:1-20). Story
in PDF
format for more convenient printing. Hebron
Stairs of Hope
Rabbi Shlomo
Schwartz - a.k.a. "Shwartzie": In 1993, Olivia and I brought
our son Yosef, age 12, to Israel. Yosef and I spent our first Shabbat in the Jewish
community in Hebron, now an almost all-Arab city surrounding a small enclave of
70 Jewish families. A man named David Shirelle picked us
up in Kiryat Arba, a safer adjoining Jewish settlement where we had been staying,
to bring us to his home in the Beit Hadassah neighborhood of Hebron just a few
minutes away. On the way to Hebron, we discovered that we both grew up in
Atlantic City, and my family bought their kosher meat form David's grandparents,
and that my father had officiated at David's parents wedding. David and
I became close friends, and the 1993 trip was the first of many visits I made
to Hebron, one of Israel's historic holy cities and site of the Cave of Machpelah,
where the Biblical ancestors of Jews are buried. R. David Shirelle: I
think everyone knew Shlomo's favorite time of the year was summertime, the months
spent in Israel. Although the majority of his time was spent teaching in Safed
(as resident summer scholar at ASCENT!), every summer he would take off two weeks
to breathe the air of Hebron, learning, praying, talking to everyone. He was at
home. His daily schedule would include an immersion in the mikvah
in the Abraham Avinu neighborhood; praying in "Machpelah Cave," the
burial place of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, and Sarah, Rebecca, and Leah;1
learning Torah in the Menucha Rachel shul;2 reciting
some psalms at the graves of Jesse and Ruth;3 eating at
the Shirelle home; and of course, talking to every IDF soldier along the way.
I was always amazed that within hours of arriving he knew every soldier's name
and where each came from. One summer afternoon, towards the end of a week
in Hebron, Shlomo walked in my house after returning from the grave of Ruth and
Jesse in the Admot Yishai neighborhood, which happens to be the first palace of
King David; it was there in Hebron for many years before it was in Jerusalem. Shlomo
said to me, 'What a long walk up! Isn't there a shortcut?' I explained
to him that there actually is, by taking the steps right outside my house. It
is half the distance, but there is one problem: years ago, when the Arabs saw
that the Jews were enjoying the shortcut, they built a wall blocking the way.
'Young teenagers are still able to climb over, but for you and me, Shlomo, as
young as we like to feel, forget it; it's not for us.' I said. Now the Jews
in Hebron are known to be tough, but here we had a problem. The courts had decided
that the wall was now built, and the soldiers had been given clear orders to protect
it and even arrest anyone who tried to damage it or take it down. The local
Jewish residents tried everything: speaking to the top generals in the Army, Knesset
members, ministers, and so on. But it seemed that the wall was there to stay.
After hearing these details, Shlomo said: 'It can't be. It doesn't make
sense, I'll have to check it out myself.' And then he was out the door. A
few minutes went by and Shlomo was back in my house, very upset. 'You're right,
I tried walking up the steps,' he said. 'What a great shortcut, but halfway up,
there's a wall blocking the path. I can't get over the wall. We need to do something.' I
said: 'Good luck, Shlomo; we've been trying for years to solve the problem. Don't
waste your time.' I told him that so many people had walked up these steps to
find themselves blocked, causing them to turn around and come all the way down
again, that the steps actually had been given a name by the Jewish residents:
'Madraigot Ha-Yi'ush 'The Steps of Despair.' An hour went by and
Shlomo was back in my home again, this time full of dust and dirt. 'Shlomo, what
happened?' I asked. 'Baruch haShem-Thank G-d, we took the wall down.
The shortcut is now open to all.' 'Shlomo, what are you talking about?' Very
excited, he explained to me that he had spoken to the soldiers, and they knocked
the wall down. 'You're telling me that you simply spoke to the soldiers and they
said, 'No problem,' and they knocked the wall down?' 'Yes, that's what happened.'
Shlomo went on to explain. 'I spoke to Motti, and he gave the orders to
knock it down.' 'I can't believe this! Who's Motti?' 'Motti is the
head officer,' Shlomo explained. Shlomo of course, knew every one of them
by name. He continued, "Well, I was sitting and talking to the soldiers,
a great bunch of guys: Shimon, Rulet, Heshy. Sholom - did you know Sholom is a
Jersey boy? Anyway, they saw how the wall really bothered me, so they spoke to
Motti, their officer. Motti arrived at the scene and spoke on the Army radio to
Itzik, Itzik called Avi, who phoned Dudu and told him to bring a big, five-kilo
hammer. Next thing you know, no wall.' Shlomo was so happy, but I continued
not to believe, telling him he was dreaming. 'Let's go look together; I have to
see this for myself.' When I started up the steps with Shlomo, I couldn't
believe my eyes. Sure enough, no wall. After asking the soldiers what happened,
they answered, 'Shlomo asked us to knock it down, so we did.' 'What?' I
said, facing the soldiers. 'This guy has been here a week, and you do whatever
he wants?' 'Well, he's such a nice guy,' the soldiers said. 'I'm also
a nice guy,' I answered. 'I've been asking you to knock down the wall for the
last ten years, with no success.' Finally, one of the soldiers explained,
'Shlomo may have only been here for a week, but every day this week, he bought
lunch for the entire unit. One day pizza, next day falafel, and then malawach
(Yemeni fried flatbread) together with ice cream and soda. He showed his true
and sincere love to us.' I looked at Shlomo in amazement. 'Shlomo, is this
true? Every day, you have been buying lunch for the entire unit?' With his
modest smile and special laugh, he answered, 'Hey, look what you can do with fifty
dollars in Hebron.' From that day on, the name of the steps changed. Anyone
visiting can pass by the steps and see the new name embedded in the wall: "The
Steps of Hope." "Madraigot Ha-Tikvah" is what these steps
are named now. That was Shlomo. Whether in his home Friday nights with all
the guests, on the beach, or in the casbah (marketplace) of Hebron, he taught
us all what ahavat Yisrael, true love of one's fellow Jews, is all about.
Not just talking about love, or learning about it in a book, but getting out there,
finding Jews in need, loving and caring for them, and showing them the steps of
hope in life. He taught us all that true love can knock down even the biggest
wall." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Footnotes 1.And, according
to various sources, Also Adam and Chava (Eve) 2.Named after Rabbanit Menucha-Rachel
Slonim, the daughter of the second Lubavitcher Rebbe, who was considered the matriarch
of the Jewish community in Hebron from 1845-1888 3.Great-grandmother and father
of King David
Source: Supplemented by Yerachmiel Tilles
from "I Love when that Happens" by R. Mendel Schwartz ("May
the Schwartz be With You!") Connection: Weekly
reading -- Jewish rights in Hebron, and especially the ownership of Machpelah
Cave, date back nearly three thousand seven hundred years (3695, to be precise),
as documented in the opening verses (Gen. 23:1-20). Biographical
note: Rabbi Shlomo Schwartz [7 Kislev 5705 -12 Shvat 5777 (Nov. 12,1944-Feb.
7, 2017)] was a staff rabbi of the very first campus Chabad House in the world,
in Berkeley (California) and then Los Angeles. In the 1980's the widowed Schwartzie
married Olivia, and in the same decade they opened Chai Center, independent of
Chabad, to give full expression to his creative--and wild--ideas for adult education
for "every Jew that moves." Over the years he had a life-changing effect
on thousands of Jews. For the last two decades of his life, he was Ascent's "Summer
Rabbi-Scholar in Residence"-accompanied and aided by Olivia, of course.
Yerachmiel
Tilles is co-founder and associate director of Ascent-of-Safed, and chief editor
of this website (and of KabbalaOnline.org). He has hundreds of published stories
to his credit, and many have been translated into other languages. He tells them
live at Ascent nearly every Saturday night.
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