January-February 2012 - The Jewish Georgian
January-February 2012 - The Jewish Georgian
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<strong>January</strong>-<strong>February</strong> <strong>2012</strong> THE JEWISH GEORGIAN Page 7<br />
I am a citizen of the United States<br />
I have an envelope in my desk in which I<br />
keep a few documents that are very special to<br />
me. I keep them in my desk rather than locked<br />
away so that periodically I can take them out,<br />
look at them, and bask in the warmth of the<br />
good fortune that has befallen me because of<br />
the actions that are represented by these pieces<br />
of paper.<br />
Included in these papers are: a copy of the<br />
manifest of the S.S. Haverford, which sailed<br />
from the port of Liverpool on May 16, 1906, on<br />
which my mother, who was five years old,<br />
came to this country (unfortunately, I have yet<br />
to locate the manifest for the ship that brought<br />
my father to the U.S.); the papers evidencing<br />
the naturalization of my parents as citizens of<br />
the U.S.; a copy of my father’s Registration<br />
Card showing his registration for the U.S.<br />
armed-forces draft during World War I; and the<br />
AJFF<br />
BY<br />
From page 1<br />
Marvin<br />
Botnick<br />
entrée Louder Than a Bomb. In this documentary,<br />
a deaf Israeli immigrant in Queens<br />
attends American Sign Language poetry<br />
improv workshops. She ends up partnering<br />
with a Palestinian slam poet, embarking on a<br />
hearing-deaf performance collaboration that<br />
will swell even the most snobbish of hearts.<br />
An Israeli romcom, 2 Night, will<br />
unspool in the middle of the festival, and I<br />
wish it were screening sooner. Award-winning<br />
music video director Roi Werner follows<br />
two Israeli strangers who meet at a singles<br />
bar and slip into a car for a joint ride<br />
home. <strong>The</strong> problem? <strong>The</strong>y can’t seem to find<br />
a parking spot in all of Tel Aviv. It seems like<br />
a ridiculous premise, but it’s handled with<br />
skill and powerful performances from the<br />
two leads and serves as an apt metaphor for<br />
Israel’s younger generation who cannot seem<br />
to find their identity.<br />
2 Night<br />
Let My People Go! comes by way of<br />
France and Finland. This delightful little film<br />
explodes homosexual stereotypes in its<br />
depiction of a Nordic gay couple who suffer<br />
a romantic quarrel. Nebbishy Ruben returns<br />
to his home in Paris and is forced to endure<br />
Passover with his devout, and dysfunctional,<br />
“...the Government of the United States...gives to bigotry no sanction, to<br />
persecution no assistance...May the children of the Stock of Abraham, who<br />
dwell in this land, continue to merit and enjoy the good will of the other<br />
Inhabitants; while every one shall sit in safety under his own vine and<br />
figtree, and there shall be none to make him afraid.”<br />
– George Washington<br />
marriage certificate of my parents. True, these<br />
are just pieces of paper, but to me they represent<br />
much more: <strong>The</strong>y are the tangible<br />
reminders of the unbelievable set of events that<br />
gave rise to my very existence and the incredible<br />
good fortune that has enabled me to be a<br />
citizen of the greatest of all countries.<br />
On my desk, I also have in a frame a<br />
United States of America flag that was flown<br />
over the United States Capitol on November<br />
26, 1991, for Temple B’nai Israel, the congregation<br />
in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, in which I<br />
grew up. This flag is a reminder to me of the<br />
famous words contained in a letter written in<br />
1790 to the members of Touro Synagogue in<br />
Newport, Rhode Island, by George<br />
Washington, in which he said:<br />
“...the Government of the United<br />
family. It’s madcap in its pacing and hilarious<br />
in its tone, and you couldn’t ask for a better<br />
comedy, at a film festival or just a weekend<br />
date night.<br />
Let My People Go!<br />
In truth, the best films of the festival are<br />
not <strong>Jewish</strong> in the early-career Woody Allen<br />
way, which is to say stereotypically <strong>Jewish</strong>.<br />
Nor are they oppressive and unrelenting<br />
depictions of the worst moments of <strong>Jewish</strong><br />
history (see Holocaust documentary number<br />
138,401). Rather, they take the odd angle on<br />
<strong>Jewish</strong> life. More than that, they use the<br />
<strong>Jewish</strong> experience to discuss some universal<br />
truth, and in the process they help connect<br />
our own community with those around us.<br />
In David, a lonely young Muslim boy,<br />
the son of a devout imam, is mistaken for an<br />
Orthodox <strong>Jewish</strong> child. He plays along, if<br />
David<br />
States...gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution<br />
no assistance...May the children of the<br />
Stock of Abraham, who dwell in this land, continue<br />
to merit and enjoy the good will of the<br />
other Inhabitants; while every one shall sit in<br />
safety under his own vine and figtree, and there<br />
shall be none to make him afraid.”<br />
Living in this country, sometimes we forget<br />
that, of all the nations of the world, the<br />
United States has done as much or more than<br />
any other country to protect and defend liberty<br />
and justice for all people. My passport, like that<br />
of most of the people that will read this article,<br />
says that I am a citizen of the United States, and<br />
this is not a privilege that I take lightly.<br />
As an American, I am taught that I am<br />
subject to the laws of this country. As a Jew, I<br />
am taught that I am subject to the laws of the<br />
only to enjoy the new playmates and combat<br />
his isolation. Of course, the act cannot be<br />
sustained. His secret will slip out, and the<br />
results are a dramatic reminder of how much<br />
we share even amidst our distinct differences.<br />
Meanwhile, fans of dance will find My<br />
Dad Baryshnikov to be an irresistible draw.<br />
We’re taken to Russia in the age of perestroika<br />
to see a clumsy, skinny, 14-year-old<br />
<strong>Jewish</strong> boy. His obsessive study of a VHS<br />
tape of the banned dissident Mikhail<br />
Baryshnikov helps him improve his dancing,<br />
but the situational comedy takes a new turn<br />
when he begins to claim he’s Baryshnikov’s<br />
illegitimate son. It may seem an interesting<br />
premise for an ultimate niche film, but the<br />
question of why a young boy, neglected by<br />
his mother, would try to perpetrate such a<br />
fraud at such a time opens up a host of questions<br />
about how we relate to one another, and<br />
the human need for attention and community.<br />
My Dad Baryshnikov<br />
This is Sodom, the box office smash in<br />
its native Israel, comes to Atlanta and manages<br />
to lampoon every vestige of our modern<br />
mediascape: reality TV, game shows, vapid<br />
land in which I live, dina d’malchuta dina.<br />
Thoughtless action is no justification to violate<br />
these principles, and irresponsible bantering,<br />
regardless of motivation, can be devastating in<br />
its results.<br />
Inherent in this precious status is the duty<br />
and responsibility to insure that we continue to<br />
function as a nation of laws, and that we are<br />
both morally and legally obligated to adhere to<br />
the laws and concepts that are embodied in this<br />
nation. Unlike so many nations of the world,<br />
redress has been and must continue to be<br />
through the legal mechanisms provided by our<br />
system and not by anarchism, subversion,<br />
armed actions, or the support or solicitation of<br />
such activities.<br />
While we may disagree with a position or<br />
with certain actions, we owe it to ourselves and<br />
to one another to honor the humanity that is<br />
ensconced in the very soul of this country and<br />
our religious heritage. So long as actions are<br />
proper and legal, we have the right to speak out<br />
against something and try to sway public opinion.<br />
But we do not have the right, either legally<br />
or religiously, to seek to effect or encourage<br />
change through force, and we denounce any<br />
activity.<br />
celebrities, overly pious leaders. <strong>The</strong><br />
comedic masterpiece skewers modern Israeli<br />
culture in a way that would make fans of<br />
South Park or classic Monty Python proud.<br />
This is Sodom<br />
<strong>The</strong> films of AJFF’s <strong>2012</strong> lineup trot the<br />
globe in this way. From Israel to Australia,<br />
from the 1930s turmoil of Europe to the<br />
1960s New Left to Brooklyn, circa today,<br />
AJFF takes you on a journey that is anything<br />
but stereotypical. <strong>The</strong>re is a slasher film,<br />
Israel’s first entry into the genre, in Rabies<br />
for crying out loud! How could you not<br />
expect a surprise, delightful ones I promise,<br />
at every turn?<br />
Yes, there are Israeli films. Yes, there are<br />
Holocaust narratives. Opening night will<br />
kick off the festival with My Best Enemy, a<br />
tragicomedy set amidst the Nazi genocide.<br />
Yet it evokes Quentin Tarantino’s<br />
Inglourious Basterds much more than<br />
Schindler’s List, which is to say that it takes<br />
a fresh take on an old subject.<br />
So it would be only the most cynical<br />
film fans who would think of AJFF as just a<br />
<strong>Jewish</strong> film festival, and it would be their<br />
loss. It may be the most universally accessible<br />
film festival anywhere in America.