


The World Conference against Racism is organized by the UNESCO "in order to struggle against racism ideologies and behaviors."
Only two conferences have been held so far since the first one in 1978. One in 1983 and another one recently in 2001. The next one is planned for 2009.
Now that we know how randomly they occur, we can analyze what people actually did in 2001, in Durban, during one of these so-called conferences "against" racism:
"In parallel to the Conference, a separately held NGO Forum also produced a Declaration and Programme of its own, that was not an official Conference document, which contained language relating to Israel that the WCAR had voted to exclude from its Declaration, and which was criticized by then United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights Mary Robinson and many others."
"The NGO Forum ended in discord. Mary Robinson lost the support of the United States in her office of High Commissioner, and many of the potential political aftereffects of the Conference were annulled by the September 11, 2001 attacks. The attacks took place just three days after the Conference ended, entirely eclipsing the Conference in the news, and significantly affecting international relations and politics."
What's even more shocking is the initial Programme of Action, it included Compensation for Colonialism and Slavery, and Zionism. How pathetic and utterly shameful for our 3rd millennium civilization. We still haven't finished compensating descendants of colonial slaves who lived centuries ago and we dare criticize Zionism, the engine behind the absorption of more than a million post-WWII Jewish x-camp refugees.
Le discours que tu as prononcé jeudi dernier était très profond et touchant. Je me pose la même question concernant mon éventuel départ. C’est dur à expliquer pourquoi on veut partir en raison du caractère surréaliste de la chose. Mais cette chose est enracinée au plus profond de l’être et non de l’avoir.
Car l’avoir nous dit de demeurer au statut quo. Avraham nous a très bien préparé pour ça lors de sa leçon sur le concept de QoReT BeRIT. "Déchirer" une alliance. Quitter son pays natal c’est une déchirure au plus profond de l’avoir mais aussi de l’être car il faut quitter la cellule familiale.
Lorsqu’on essaye de projeter notre futur on ne voit que du flou. Comme si la non prophétie existait aussi. Ou ce ne sont pas les possibilités futur que l’on voit mais bien ses impossibilités. Par exemple, une prophétie dit « D. n’abandonnera pas son peuple » et une autre « Dieu ramènera ses captifs ». La sémantique est la même mais il y a une différence syntactique. Deux commandements en découle : Obligation de croire que D. ramènera ses captifs (positif) et Interdiction de croire que D. abandonnera son peuple (negatif).
Je pense que la vraie déchirure sera entre le concept d'Hebreu, Ivri (juif nomadique, exilé) et Yehudi (juif sédentaire, sur son territoire). Ce n’est pas facile de briser le concept de l’exil en nous et c’est pour ça qu’il y a des problèmes. Nous sommes sortis avec l’or de l’Égypte (les « brillants » concepts philosophico-culturels des nations).
Tout ça est relié avec la louange faite à Moshé à la fin du Deuteronome pour avoir briser les tables de la Loi en vue de détruire le veau d’or. Se confronter aux textes, certes, mais avec quel objectif? Développer notre esprit d’analyse? Cela ne relève-t-il pas de l’imaginaire de chacun?
C’est avec l’objectif de détruire le mal qu’il faut se confronter au texte. Et c’est exactement ce que Moshé fait, il "casse" la Loi. Il cause une confrontation entre la Loi et son ennemi, l’Idole. Car Moshé connaissait la Loi et toutes ses lois. Il n’avait aucune raison de philosopher, il a « vu » D. Il était parfait et chéri de D.
Le juif repart boitant de son exil mais il est debout, quand tous les empires ont déjà baissé la tête ...
Dovid Weiss. Mon film (Haine/Sine'ah) ce termine sur un close-up de lui. Bien que cet événement soit une travestie, c'est bien plus un appel à tous les juifs de se mobiliser et se solidifier. C'est la guerre fratricide qui eu lieu entre différentes factions du peuple juif qui causa la destruction du Temple et notre exil au milieu des nations. Pharaon, Haman, Hitler et Mahmoud A. ne sont qu'une seule et même personne.
Qui sont les Neturei Karta? Ces gens là attendant un miracle mais ne comprennent pas que l'État d'Israël est un miracle en soi. Megillat Esther ne dit pas de faire la guerre à Haman, elle ordonne aux juifs de revenir vers leur attachement divin d'antan.
Dovid Weiss. Je pense que c'est cet homme là qui m'a convaincu qu'un juif, aux yeux du monde, c'est la figure du hassid. Un juif, c'est celui qui peut être reconnu dans la rue comme tel. Peu importe si 13 millions de juifs ne sont pas d'accord avec 13 Neturei Karta, aux yeux du monde, ces derniers projettent une image de juif.
Mahmoud A. Qu'a-t-il fait? A-t-il gagné des guerres? D'ou vient-il? A-t-il raison de nous faire peur? Bien sur que non car Ce Dieu qui contrôle tout là-haut... c'est Lui qui contrôle Mahmoud A. et sa garde de SS. Le juif est un sage imbécile, et je m'inclus là-dedans.
Certes, il ne faut pas oublier que nous sommes des juifs. Mais bien plus encore, il ne faut pas oublier pourquoi il ne faut pas oublier que nous sommes des juifs.
As we start to reflect about what went on in Kimveer Gill's head, our mind wonders about what goes on in the mind of any disturbed human being. I am not a partisan of the people who believe these things can be miraculously prevented with paranoia and a culture of fear, but Kimveer Gill, a.k.a. "The Angel of Death" struck a heavy blow to the city that went through the infamous Polytechnique massacre of Marc Lepine in 1989. As a graduate of that school, I will never forget the cold and dreadful annual ceremonies.
Remember, remember, the 6th of December. The motive was different then because M. Lepine was angry at women, not the "Mainstream Society". But Kimveer Gill could have just stayed a Gothic enthusiast without losing it. I'm sure there is a motive we don't yet know of. Maybe a vendetta?
Which brings me to my main subject: The Identity Shuffle. When a person grows up in an environment that is not his native land, he lets go of his emergency exit. The world he lives in is not familiar so he seeks trends to blend in. It could be Gangsta, Gothic, Grunge or anything else that is just plain Goyish, pardon the term. But in order to achieve Geoulah, a.k.a. Redemption, we must carefully re-evaluate our point of view of Roots in general. Our roots are the foundations upon which our body and soul can capture the Goodness of the land. Assimilation is never complete. Integration is never absolute.
We carry the genetic baggage of people who didn't grow up in this land. I myself, for example, was born and raised in Montreal and yet, Montreal is not my land. As a Jew, my land is some 10000 km from here. Born and raised, yes. Attached, why? I doubt I can endure the winters much longer. Even though it is difficult, I adapt to my environment. Do I follow the mainstream, not really. I, like many others, like genuineness. I tried playing the Game of Goy but like Gog from Magog, there is no escape. I'm sure Kimveer Gill has roots in the Sikh culture that could have helped him get out, but nowadays any religion is too much religion. This void will once again be filled with God's Global Glory.
Until then, Dum Diddly Doo.
It is known that society, at some point, will realize that evil is rooted in uncontrolled consumption of resources. Parts of the world subjugating other parts of the world to satisfy their appetites for food, money and lust. If society doesn't obey to para laws that help individuals govern their appetites, and not be governed by them, then society is bound to chaos. And so it was in the early days and so it is today.
The orthodox Jew is not merely a person that eats kosher food. It's a person that eats kosher food with restraint and self-governance. There is no such thing as an overweight orthodox Jew. There is no such thing as a money-hungry orthodox Jew. There is no such thing as a womanizing orthodox Jew. These are by-products of a complex society.
There comes a point when an individual gains consciousness and insight into who he really is. An event triggers a reaction that helps the individual regain control over his body. One thing leads to another and suddenly that individual is transformed and repaired. This individual is then capable of helping other individuals who are like he used to be, regain control over their body.
This is the mission of the Jew. At least before becoming a doctor or a lawyer or a successful businessman. This is the essence of Judaism. To rectify ourselves and help others. These "redemptions" are merely a peek at what "Redemption" is.
Redemption is the process of global reawakening. It is something that is outside the box. It doesn't come from the inside. Often, redemption involves the paying of a price or ransom. Take smoking for example: to the occasional smoker, the price to pay to quit is small. To the everyday one, it is much higher. Both persons quit smoking, yet we feel one of them put in a particularly greater effort. The Very same Verified for Virtually all Vices and Virtues.
Exile is a means of provoking redemption. New starts. Fresh ideas. New jobs. New partners. New family members. Everything that is new possesses a sparkle of redemption and can trigger a positive reaction.
Unfortunately, when something good happens, we tend to think we deserve it and we therefore fail to rectify anything at all. On the contrary, it is often negative events that trigger positive reactions which yield positive results. Often, getting fired means having the opportunity to find a new job. If we analyze history, we will see that no event is unbound to a precedent.
This is why "In the beginning of God's creation..." is The Beginning. It is also why the word beginning starts with a "B" and not with an "A". There is no order in a Beginning. How could something just begin and not be preceded by something else? This paradox is the source of our free will. No matter how sure or unsure we are, there is no absolute certainty.
Redemption will show that there was in fact Beginning.
If I had the time to make a movie, various topics would be covered. These include the Universality of the Hebrew Bible, the Importance of Understanding, the Drawbacks of Fundamentalism and the Limits of Human Intelligence. And it goes a little bit like this...
Modern Jewish Thought is not about reforming Jewish thought. It's about digging deeper and finding new teachings in ancient writings. In a world where Jewish orthodoxy has created many divisions because of varying specific applications of laws, it is important to maintain the age-old tradition of Learning & Teaching. For there is no ultimate way of serving the divine besides loving Him.
The Hebrew Bible is comprised of Five Books. The last four books concern the Children of Israel. The first book, and the most complex, concerns all of humanity. In other words, the teachings of the Hebrew Bible that concern planet earth as whole are all included in the Book of Genesis, particularly the first chapters, up until the events of the Tower of Babel. From then on, we started Babbling and couldn't talk to each other anymore, and therefore became nations divided by language, geography and culture. By understanding the messages concerning these events, we can slowly learn to speak the same language. In other words live in peace as strangers and natives wherever we go.
Understanding is complimentary to Knowledge. Combined, they form Truth. What is True is Good but what is False isn't necessarily Bad. Understanding is required in dealing with the Other Side of things. Things that our intelligence (or Knowledge) doesn't and will never understand. Man has a fun time in dealing with Good. The problem with man is his incapacity to deal with the Tough Times. By acquiring understanding, he can develop his own personal technique of dealing with Rough Moments.
Drawbacks of Fundamentalism... the title describes well what we are trying to illustrate: the pitfalls of being a zealot, for oneself and others. Clan-like ghettoism is in itself a breach in oneness and will eventually cause more division amongst the members of the clan. In particular, we sould try to prove scientifically that in order to accomplish Creation, we must first unite (find a connection between) all things. Fundamentalism is also the cause of war, destruction and death. For even though not all sects are dangerous, the influence they have on potentially dangerous individuals can cause harm.
Fundamentalism is often due to the frustration some individuals might feel towards others that don't see things the way they do. By not being able to accept the limits of their own intelligence, these individuals separate themselves from, or worse expel, dissidents. The path to Truth really starts off by accepting that its quest is infinite and that no periodic beliefs can encompass all aspects of It.
I imagine there are moments in every nice young Jewish girl's life when she is miraculously taken out of her safe little Jewish sphere, and if only temporarily, let loose in the world, privy to the wilderness of the Diaspora and its ever-colorful, cultural quirks, made insatiably curious, inspired and hungry for "the rest of the world"...Ok, well maybe not every nice young Jewish girl.
I distinctly remember sitting on a hilltop in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by smiles and dread locks and sweat and sun, the bass from the sound system echoing in my solar plexus while small gentle breezes swept past me leaving aural trails of hemp and lavender. The masses dancing to the sultry reggae grooves, a sea of shoulders touching. Flags and clothes in the colors red, gold and green, along with the five-pointed Star of David. Everywhere. Songs about Zion, references to Israelites. Heads wrapped in shrouds, chanting, beating on drums, people in communion with one another and with something greater, too.
The vibration was biblical inasmuch as it was also a big crazy reggae party in the mountains of Northern California; and inasmuch as I was simply one of the partiers in those mountains, I got the distinct feeling that I was also, in that moment, a Jew connecting to something there...
So I spent the next three years trying to understand what the connection was between reggae culture and Judaism, in the context of a personal ethnographic documentary, a daunting prospect given the fact that I was then neither an anthropologist nor a filmmaker. But from the onset, something about this unusual journey kept compelling me to continue, and it definitely helped that the music was always there to lure me along the way. In the beginning I seriously thought people would either laugh at me or tell me I was crazy for trying to make these seemingly asinine connections.
But then one day, at a time when I was researching the Old Testament and its mention of the word Africa, I happened to pick up a copy of Time Out New York, only to find out that a Jewish dub-reggae band called Adonai-and-I would be playing in the city that weekend. Here I was trying to find ancient liturgical connections between Jews and Rastas, and here were these contemporary Jewish musicians expressing said connections, albeit through rhythm and melodies.
Mingling with rabbis and Rastafarians
I was not sure exactly what I was looking for, but I somehow felt the necessity to stay on course. I started going to dub sessions and dancehalls. I talked to rabbis and began to mingle with Rastafarians, whose mystical auras and monologues about redemption began to ring true in my ears, and whose worldview seemed to be largely shaped by some of the very stories I learned about as a kid in yeshiva.
I traveled back to California, following the trail of anyone who I felt somehow manifested this duality of cultures, be they Black Hebrews, Hasidic rappers, or simply Jews who relished in the sound of a reggae tune. And I started to realize that they were everywhere: Hamburg, Italy, Poland, Spain, Sao Paolo, Maui, San Francisco, Brooklyn, Miami, and more. There was something about the convergence of these two worlds that was clearly felt by many, but for some reason thoroughly addressed by no one.
And the whole matter became even more perplexing when I began to think back on the notorious race riots of Crown Heights, Brooklyn, in the early nineties, when Black Caribbean and Hasidic Jewish communities became mortal enemies in the name of identity and pride. Again I thought it was odd that here I was trying to forge links between Jews and Rastas, when not even a decade ago in New York, the only thing the two cultures shared was a deep sense of hate and intolerance towards one another. And at that moment it became clear to me that it was precisely because of this paradox that my documentary would have a purpose.
From Jamaica to Jerusalem
I decided that no real study of Rastafari could be complete without a visit to Jamaica, and that a film with the word Zion in its title would be remiss without a trip to Israel. And so it was that the Great Jewish Reggae Expedition that was becoming my life began to take on a whole new global dimension. One afternoon, I found myself in the hills of Caledonia, Jamaica on the western part of the island in the company of Bongo Daniel, an 80-year old Rasta elder, his matted dreads made yellow by the sun, which he wrapped like a halo on top of his head. He would inhale a deep pull from his steam chalice, coughing wildly and fixing his discerning eyes on me. His words were like lessons from long ago, embittered by the salty resentment towards the slavery of his people and his past, and the anguish and humiliation that would forever trickle down from his ancestors to his own children.
He was angry and he was right. I began to understand Rasta as the voice of his resistance, a power to mobilize, a strength within that Africans in the Diaspora could call on as a balm for their wounds. I understood this in the context of the Jewish experience, and I began to see him not as a haggard old man smoking chalice and yelling at me, but as a tortured soul who was stripped of his heritage decades before he was even born.
And on the other side of the world in the old city of Jerusalem, on a rooftop overlooking Mt. Zion, a Hasid in a silk robe and a white fur hat rapped to me in a thick Patois accent and told me about his youth in Jamaica and his own personal return to Zion. His name was Nigel "The Admore" and he was as enraged about the great Jewish exile as Bongo Daniel was about his own brutal displacement. Both men grew up in St. Anne, a parish on the north coast of Jamaica, both furiously clung to the tenets and stories of the Old Testament, both lived a life connected to music, and both felt the sting of their forefather's pain. But somehow culturally they had nothing in common, and had they lived in Crown Heights circa 1991, they probably would have shared only disdain for one another.
Relishing on the experience of the search itself
The more time I would spend with Nigel, Daniel, and the rest of the subjects in the film, the less fixated I became on wanting to understand what the point of our convergence actually was, and instead simply began to relish in the experience of the search itself.
Here I was, having this wonderful and enriching exchange with this old African man in the West Indies, something I never would have imagined, had it not been for my curiosity about the things that made us similar. So in effect, my desire to connect with something outside of myself actually allowed me to do so, and from that connection two people from opposite ends of the cultural spectrum shared a moment in time, and perhaps understood one another-if only for a split second.
And later, as I started screening the film to audiences, something else totally unexpected happened. I began to receive extremely positive feedback and gratitude from the Black Hebrew community in New York and it occurred to me that inasmuch as I was attempting to narrow the space between blacks and Jews, I was also creating something that would speak directly to people who are both black and Jewish. I was utterly floored by their zeal and appreciation for my work, which I realized after the fact, was personally important to them as a people.
In our relentless efforts to define ourselves in terms of our identities, we spend so much time and energy highlighting the things that make us different from others, what makes us special, what makes us chosen, what makes us shine. But in my experience throughout the course of this project, there is so much to learn about the collective human identity, if only we were not so caught up trying to be who we are, adding brick by invisible brick to the walls that actually separate us.