Opinion

Once again, Tish’ah B’Av approaches. As we have done so often, we will mourn the Churban, and lament how sin’as chinam (baseless hatred) caused so much pain and suffering. And yet, the problem of baseless hatred is still with us, seemingly growing by the day.

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As Rosh HaShanah of this very strange year approaches, it is time for introspection, and thinking of perhaps making some changes. This unprecedented year, as has been endlessly commented upon, has been mostly a disaster. We stand before U’N’saneh Tokef once again and – as never before in my lifetime – wonder who will live, who will die; will it be in a calamity, or a plague, or by trouble breathing? Who will be at peace and who will be subject to riots? How can we – how should we – pray differently? Is that what is needed so that this coming year will be better?

Last night, long before the disaster happened, I basked in my curmudgeonly smugness. We came to Tzfat for the holiday weekend, as my wife and kids excitedly anticipated joining the hundreds of thousands in a long night of singing and dancing in honor of Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai in nearby Meron. Although Lonni tried valiantly to get me to join her, I was quite content to sit on my mechutan’s mirpeset (balcony) in Tzfat and look at the lights of Meron across the valley. I generally do not like endless singing and dancing; I wonder what the revelers are thinking about and how much it really has to do with ahavas Hashem. I question how it connects with the rather severe personality of Rabbi Shimon that we meet in the Gemara. Maybe it is my nature as a Yekke or a cynic – I felt little connection to the crowds that I was grateful to avoid.

Tish’ah B’Av is now behind us. Once again, we have introspected as to why we have not yet merited the Final Redemption, particularly so in this unique and strange year. We certainly have – once again – determined to do something about the primary cause of the destruction of the Second Beis HaMikdash per Yoma 9, i.e., sin’as chinam (SC), usually translated as “baseless hatred.” And yet, looking around me at the state of world affairs, I must conclude that the problem of SC is, in fact, worse than ever.