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Lubavitch Replicate Another Major Edifice

Sunday, March 4th, 2012

Chabad.org reports that a new replica of Jerusalem’s Western Wall was unveiled last Thursday by Israeli Public Affairs Minister Yuli Edelstein and El Al CEO Eliezer Shkedi, at the Jewish Children’s Museum in Brooklyn, N.Y..

So, after moving the Rebbe’s home at 770 Eastern Parkway to Israel, Lubavitch now moves the Kotel to America. My advice to you is, fasten the bolts and beams in your house, or one morning you’ll wake up to discover Lubavitch has moved you to a new continent…

The massive replica serves as the centerpiece of the museum’s new 6,000-square-foot fourth-floor exhibit, “A Voyage Through Jewish History.” Visitors will be invited to write their prayers on a note and insert it into the wall just like in Jerusalem; the notes will then be flown to Israel via El Al and placed in the actual Western Wall. The exhibit will officially open on April 1.

Westport to Lubavitch: Hands Off the Three Bears

Tuesday, February 28th, 2012

When you think of Lubavitch and Bears, you’re more likely to come up with Dov Ber than that illustrious trio renowned for that infamous Goldilocks incident. But this time you’d be wrong, the bears in questions are the Three Bears Restaurant, a Westport, Connecticut landmark since the early 1900s, which closed in 2009 after filing for bankruptcy.

According to Westport Now, Chabad Lubavitch of Westport moved into the town’s shuttered Three Bears restaurant in early January and was subsequently issued a town cease-and-desist order. Chabad has submitted a special permit and site plan application to the local Planning Zoning Department.

Lubavitch submitted the application Feb. 22, a day before the deadline, allowing the congregation to continue conducting religious education classes at the site, at 333 Wilton Road.

The matter is scheduled to go before the Planning and Zoning Commission (P&Z) on April 12.

India to Expel Lubavitchers for Espionage – or Maybe Just a Farbrengen

Tuesday, February 7th, 2012

UPDATE: A spokesman for Israel’s Foreign Office said that after contacting local police it turns out there was no basis to the claims against Rabbi and Mrs. Bernstein. Rabbi Bernstein himself told Israel Today that he hoped “this was not a case of anti-Semitism. From rumors I heard I understand that this began with a complaint from one of the neighbors. For now, I have not been arrested or questioned. Clearly these are baseless accusations.” His wife added: “What’s happening here is a funny joke.”

An Israeli couple, members of the Lubavitch movement, who came to the city of Fort Kochi, in Southern India, in 2010, will be deported for “suspicious activities.”

Shneor Zalman and Yaffa Bernstein came to India on a multiple-entry visa and rented a house on Rose Street, Fort Kochi, for 50,000 rupees a month, far higher than the market rate. Their willingness to pay exorbitant rent caught the attention of local police.

“A monthly rent of 50,000 rupees is disproportionately high, even in Fort Kochi,” said a police source. “This is one of the main factors that made us suspicious.”

An intelligence officer told the Times of India that “Central intelligence got an alert about a covert operation being carried out by suspected Israeli agents after the terror attacks in which south Mumbai’s Chabad House came under attack and six Jews, including a Rabbi and his pregnant wife, were killed. A communication was sent to all states and it was our wing in Kerala that traced this couple at Fort Kochi.”

Indian agencies will question two suspected Israeli agents before they are deported. “We have traced the couple’s financial transactions. Preliminary investigations suggest similar Israelis are camping in various parts of the country,” an official said.

But a cursory examination of the facts at hand suggests that the Bernsteins were engaged in nothing more subversive than Lubavitch “farbrengen” get-together. Indeed, In their report, the state intelligence department said a group of people turned up at the couple’s rented house regularly and held meetings.

“These meetings lasted for hours in the night. They were under close surveillance”.

Zalman and Yaffa Bernstein were handed the deportation order last Monday, after undercover police officers, who had tracked them for a year, questioned them and filed a report.

Shneor Zalman, born 1984, and Yaffa, born 1988, entered India on multiple-entry visas.

Fort Kochi is a major tourist attraction for Jewish travelers, situated near the Mattancherry neighborhood, where Jews set up their first trading outpost centuries ago and built the country’s oldest synagogue in 1568.

Video: White House Kitchen Goes Kosher

Wednesday, December 21st, 2011

In honor of the annual White House Hanukkah celebration, Rabbi Levi Shemtov, Director of American Friends of Lubavitch,  kashered the White House kitchen.  Shemtov – with the help of the White House kitchen staff and Chef Tommy Kurpradit, prepared the White House to host 550 guests for the annual celebration.

The  first conducted by President George W. Bush in 2001.

Israeli Ambassador Michael Oren, members of the House of Representantives and Senate, Supreme Court Justices, rabbis,  artists, astronauts, members of the military, Democratic activists and donors gathered in anticipation of Hanukkah at the White House on December 8, enjoying traditional foods such as latkes, jelly doughnuts and smoked salmon as well as new Jewish favorites such as sushi.

Guests were treated to a jazz rendition of “Rock of Ages” and a musical tribute to Jewish-American Composers by the U.S. Marine Chamber Orchestra and lit a Chanukah menorah – a little early – which had been salvaged from a synagogue ravaged by Hurricane Katrina.

President Jimmy Carter was the first to recognize Hanukkah, when he lit the National Menorah in Lafayette Park erected by Chabad-Lubavitch.  The first Hanukkah lighting ceremony at the White House was conducted by President William J. Clinton.

The Chabad Cookbook – The Most Prized in My Collection

Friday, December 19th, 2008

I collect cookbooks the way other people collect coins, shot glasses, or miniature teaspoons. I began my cookbook collection a few weeks before our wedding, and today, I know it intimately. I know in which book to find which recipe, which book has the best pictures, and even which one lays flat when opened, making it easier to read while cooking.

I can also tell you which book is my favorite, which was my first purchase, and which I use most often. My Spice and Sprit; the Complete Kosher Jewish Cookbook by the ladies of the Lubavitch community, probably known better by its semi-official title, “The Purple Book”, holds pride of place in my collection. Not only was it my first cookbook, but it is also highly esteemed, because its older, yellow version was my mother’s first cookbook. The yellow cookbook kept my mother’s already kosher kitchen “heimische” no matter where in the world we were living.

The book has accompanied me on a veritable cooking odyssey, from spicy cheese lasagne to summer fruit soup. At other times, it has led me through the details of rolling knish dough and kneading challah. I have traveled to China with lemon chicken and South America with empanadas. I once asked my mother if the Lubavitch women had collected their recipes from all the different Chabad houses around the globe. My mom said she wouldn’t have been surprised, though she couldn’t possibly imagine which national cuisine had spawned “beer-batter-covered deep fried meatballs.” The Purple cookbook is a highly recommended addition to any cook’s reference library, from novice to Michelin-starred chef.

My early childhood was spent in Caracas. The Chabad House in Caracas was like a second home to me. It was a fun-filled place to go on a Sunday morning. My mother would teach arts and crafts in the back room, my brothers would run in and out of rooms teasing each other and anyone else who came past them. While the younger kids were busy making cardboard marionettes or yarn pompoms, the older ones played educational games or learned Torah with the Chabad emissaries. On one memorable rainy Sunday, a young Chabad emissary taught us South American kids how to play his new American game, “Twister”. I can still remember us as young kids, hopelessly tangled, with the young Chabadnik laughing along with us.

The summers in Caracas were spent traveling back and forth on the school bus to Chabad Camp. At camp, my brothers were three-star generals and I was a cadet. These were our ranks in the Tzivos Hashem or “G-d’s Army” (please don’t think for a second that there were any militant over- or undertones to any of this). Our ranks were determined by how many good deeds we had done.

On one memorable outing, my brothers made up a song concerning me, and to this day – 30 years later − anyone on the bus that day can remember the Ilana song, word for word. Let me just say that Ilana and banana rhyme perfectly in any language. I believe that for creating that song alone, they should have been stripped of their stars.

A few years later, my parents took the show on the road again; this time to Hong Kong, where the Chabad emissaries made every Jew who came to town – whether transient or permanent – feel welcome. In this outpost, so far from the communities in which most of us grew up, the welcome was a wonderful surprise. Lubavitch in the Far East (“LIFE”) made Judaism as accessible to the traveler or resident as chopsticks in a Chinese restaurant. Yet again, the tremendous energy that the Chabad emissaries bring to their jobs has never failed to impress me.

The loss of any life is to be mourned; yet, G-d is kind to us. He lets us feel only the closest of deaths with heartbreak, with complete sadness. But a death within the Chabad community, a community that for years has seen their charter as offering Judaism in every corner of the globe, affects us all. Orthodox or secular, traveler or resident, the Chabad representatives who venture out into the world are not missionaries. They are emissaries.

A missionary is a persuader. His job is to convince you that his way is correct, and that what you have been doing until now is incorrect. An emissary is an ambassador whose job is to represent his boss; be it a country, an organization or a religion. With diplomacy, he offers another point of view. Chabad’s job is to teach that Judaism is not only possible wherever you may find yourself − it is desirable.

I can’t comment on global terrorism, or the age-old question of why good people suffer. I don’t know how the Lubavitch community will deal with the tremendous loss their family; their community has suffered in the last week. For my part I’ll bake. It’s the only way I know how to deal with any crisis. Whether stressed or sad, I have one surefire coping mechanism. The more I “potchker” with my food, the more time I spend on a particular recipe, the closer I feel to G-d – as if by creating puff pastry from scratch, I can hold on, even for a millisecond, to some ever-fleeting godliness.

This week, you can be sure that I will be using my Chabad cookbook for inspiration. Perhaps the baking will help me find the strength to cross the chasm of despair into faith. When we lose something, we each find a way to make it better in our own minds.

This coming week, find a way to commune with G-d. Light Shabbat candles, do good deeds, put on tefillin. That is what the people in Chabad recommend. For my part, I will bake.

May we only hear good tidings about our families and brethren around the world. May God comfort you among all the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.

Cauliflower Kugel – Adapted from Spice and Sprit, The complete kosher Jewish cookbook:

In recent years kugels have gone the way of the Crepes Suzette, and Cornish hens. I would like to make the case for this kugel; it is not only low in fat, it is jam packed with vegetables. The original recipe calls for a corn flake crumb crust I prefer a little Mediterranean touch with the pine nuts, but that is totally your call.

2 small heads cauliflower, cut into florets1 large onion chopped (about 1

The Chabad Cookbook – The Most Prized in My Collection

Friday, December 19th, 2008

I collect cookbooks the way other people collect coins, shot glasses, or miniature teaspoons. I began my cookbook collection a few weeks before our wedding, and today, I know it intimately. I know in which book to find which recipe, which book has the best pictures, and even which one lays flat when opened, making it easier to read while cooking.


I can also tell you which book is my favorite, which was my first purchase, and which I use most often. My Spice and Sprit; the Complete Kosher Jewish Cookbook by the ladies of the Lubavitch community, probably known better by its semi-official title, “The Purple Book”, holds pride of place in my collection. Not only was it my first cookbook, but it is also highly esteemed, because its older, yellow version was my mother’s first cookbook. The yellow cookbook kept my mother’s already kosher kitchen “heimische” no matter where in the world we were living.


The book has accompanied me on a veritable cooking odyssey, from spicy cheese lasagne to summer fruit soup. At other times, it has led me through the details of rolling knish dough and kneading challah. I have traveled to China with lemon chicken and South America with empanadas. I once asked my mother if the Lubavitch women had collected their recipes from all the different Chabad houses around the globe. My mom said she wouldn’t have been surprised, though she couldn’t possibly imagine which national cuisine had spawned “beer-batter-covered deep fried meatballs.” The Purple cookbook is a highly recommended addition to any cook’s reference library, from novice to Michelin-starred chef.


My early childhood was spent in Caracas. The Chabad House in Caracas was like a second home to me. It was a fun-filled place to go on a Sunday morning. My mother would teach arts and crafts in the back room, my brothers would run in and out of rooms teasing each other and anyone else who came past them. While the younger kids were busy making cardboard marionettes or yarn pompoms, the older ones played educational games or learned Torah with the Chabad emissaries. On one memorable rainy Sunday, a young Chabad emissary taught us South American kids how to play his new American game, “Twister”. I can still remember us as young kids, hopelessly tangled, with the young Chabadnik laughing along with us.


The summers in Caracas were spent traveling back and forth on the school bus to Chabad Camp. At camp, my brothers were three-star generals and I was a cadet. These were our ranks in the Tzivos Hashem or “G-d’s Army” (please don’t think for a second that there were any militant over- or undertones to any of this). Our ranks were determined by how many good deeds we had done.


On one memorable outing, my brothers made up a song concerning me, and to this day – 30 years later − anyone on the bus that day can remember the Ilana song, word for word. Let me just say that Ilana and banana rhyme perfectly in any language. I believe that for creating that song alone, they should have been stripped of their stars.


A few years later, my parents took the show on the road again; this time to Hong Kong, where the Chabad emissaries made every Jew who came to town – whether transient or permanent – feel welcome. In this outpost, so far from the communities in which most of us grew up, the welcome was a wonderful surprise. Lubavitch in the Far East (“LIFE”) made Judaism as accessible to the traveler or resident as chopsticks in a Chinese restaurant. Yet again, the tremendous energy that the Chabad emissaries bring to their jobs has never failed to impress me.


The loss of any life is to be mourned; yet, G-d is kind to us. He lets us feel only the closest of deaths with heartbreak, with complete sadness. But a death within the Chabad community, a community that for years has seen their charter as offering Judaism in every corner of the globe, affects us all. Orthodox or secular, traveler or resident, the Chabad representatives who venture out into the world are not missionaries. They are emissaries.


A missionary is a persuader. His job is to convince you that his way is correct, and that what you have been doing until now is incorrect. An emissary is an ambassador whose job is to represent his boss; be it a country, an organization or a religion. With diplomacy, he offers another point of view. Chabad’s job is to teach that Judaism is not only possible wherever you may find yourself − it is desirable.


I can’t comment on global terrorism, or the age-old question of why good people suffer. I don’t know how the Lubavitch community will deal with the tremendous loss their family; their community has suffered in the last week. For my part I’ll bake. It’s the only way I know how to deal with any crisis. Whether stressed or sad, I have one surefire coping mechanism. The more I “potchker” with my food, the more time I spend on a particular recipe, the closer I feel to G-d – as if by creating puff pastry from scratch, I can hold on, even for a millisecond, to some ever-fleeting godliness.


This week, you can be sure that I will be using my Chabad cookbook for inspiration. Perhaps the baking will help me find the strength to cross the chasm of despair into faith. When we lose something, we each find a way to make it better in our own minds.


This coming week, find a way to commune with G-d. Light Shabbat candles, do good deeds, put on tefillin. That is what the people in Chabad recommend. For my part, I will bake.


May we only hear good tidings about our families and brethren around the world. May God comfort you among all the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem.


Cauliflower Kugel – Adapted from
Spice and Sprit, The complete kosher Jewish cookbook:


In recent years kugels have gone the way of the Crepes Suzette, and Cornish hens. I would like to make the case for this kugel; it is not only low in fat, it is jam packed with vegetables. The original recipe calls for a corn flake crumb crust I prefer a little Mediterranean touch with the pine nuts, but that is totally your call.


2 small heads cauliflower, cut into florets
1 large onion chopped (about 1 ½ cups)
3 tablespoons olive oil
2 medium leeks, whites and light green parts, thinly sliced (about three cups)
Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste
4 large eggs
2 tablespoons finely ground almonds (or matzah meal)
½ cup toasted pine nuts


Pre heat oven to 350 F.
In a large pot of salted water, cook the cauliflower until soft when tested with a fork. Drain the cauliflower and return to pot using a potato masher, break up the cauliflower into very small pieces.


While the cauliflower is cooking, warm the olive oil in a large frying pan over medium heat. Once hot, add the onion and leek and sauté, stirring once in a while until the leek has lost its shape and the onion begins to brown slightly.


Add the sautéed leeks to the cauliflower, mix well and add seasoning to taste; I like a hefty amount of pepper. Once the seasoning is adjusted, add the eggs and ground almonds.


Place the mixture in a 9×13 ovenproof dish, sprinkle with toasted pine nuts, cook uncovered for about 50 minutes until center is set and top is golden.

New Jewish Institutions In Poland

Wednesday, February 8th, 2006

New Chabad House In Warsaw




The opening of the first full-time Chabad center in Poland, under the direction of Rabbi Shalom Ber and Dina Stambler, was made official at the International Conference of Chabad-Lubavitch Shluchim earlier this year. A variety of factors, not least of which is the growth of Poland’s Jewish population (placed at 10,000 according to census figures, and double that according to Stambler), have contributed to the decision by Lubavitch to open its activities there.

 

Poland joined the European Union last year. The country has also become increasingly open to Western trade and influences. Jewish traffic has swelled, bringing a need for services for the many thousands of Jews who come to discover the alte heim - the old home from where they can trace their family history. A new generation of Polish Jewry is also beginning to look at their Jewish roots with curiosity and interest.

 

The new Chabad shluchim, (emissaries) and the 10 rabbinical students who will be studying at the newly-formed Lubavitch yeshiva in Warsaw will help fill the roles of “instructors, teachers and leaders.” With the generous support of the Rohr Family Foundation, Joseph Neumann of New York, and the Stamblers, Chabad will offer Poland’s Jews all the opportunities for Jewish growth.

 

In a telephone interview Rabbi Stambler said he looks forward to working with Rabbi Michael Shudrich, the chief rabbi of Poland, and at the same time add a new dimension to Jewish religious life in Poland. “We hope to rekindle the long chasidic heritage in Poland,” he explained.

 

For many years Poland was known as the only country in the world with a Jewish presence that did not have a Chabad House. The Rebbe was asked to send a shaliach to Poland more than 10 years ago and he said no. Most people give as the reason for the refusal that Poland is one big cemetery. But Rabbi Stambler explained that “the Rebbe didn’t think a permanent Jewish community should be reestablished in Poland, but now that there is a growing community, with the local Jews as well as the many people coming for business and tourism, the situation has changed and a Chabad presence is needed.”

 

Poland was never abandoned by the Lubavitch movement, however. Whenever there was an event happening in Poland there were always a few Chabad men talking to people and offering them tefillin to put on. For a few years the head of the Ronald S. Lauder Foundation, Rabbi Joseph Kanafski, was a follower of Chabad and often gave classes in Chabad Chasidut.When asked if he was a shaliach he said, “No, I am here as an employee of the Ronald S. Lauder Foundation. The difference between me and a shaliach is that I am here on a job I can quit or be fired from. It is a temporary position, while a shaliach goes to a posting for life.”

 

The new center includes a library, study rooms and kosher restaurant, a particularly welcome development for Jewish businessmen and travelers, who number well over 20,000 each year. Chabad of Warsaw is located at Slominskiego 19-508.

Lublin Community Office Opens




The Jewish community of Poland will dedicate its first community offices in Lublin since World War II. The office will open on the premises of the Yeshiva Hachmei Lublin, one of the most famous yeshivas in Europe before the Holocaust.


The return of the building to Warsaw’s Jewish community in 2004 was “the first step in restoring not only the building to Jewish hands, but Jewish life,” said Michael Schudrich, Poland’s U.S.-born chief rabbi. Up to 50 people registered as Jews live in Lublin, but Schudrich says there may be many people of Jewish heritage who did not come forward after the communist regime’s anti-religious repression ended more than 15 years ago. The Lippman family of New York gave a Torah scroll to Polish Jewry in honor of their daughter’s bat mitzvah last year, and it will be on permanent loan to the community office in Lublin.


The yeshiva was built by the renowned Rabbi Meir Shapiro, who was a leader of the fledging Agudat Yisrael and originator of the Daf Yomi program. During the Holocaust the massive building was used as Nazi headquarters; afterwards it housed a Polish medical school.

Farbrengen: A Gathering Of Images: Photographs Of Jerry Dantzic

Friday, May 9th, 2003

Farbrengen: Photographs by Jerry Dantzic

Chassidic Art Institute. 375 Kingston Avenue

Brooklyn, New York 11213

718-774-9149

Zev Markowitz, director.

noon – 7 p.m.; Sunday – Thursday until April 27, 2003
Jerry Dantzic Archives; contact Grayson Dantzic; 212-260-7081

 

 

A farbrengen is a gathering of Hasidim in the presence of their holy Rebbe to learn Torah and hear his words of wisdom. This exhibition is such a gathering. The hitherto unseen photographs by the photographer Jerry Dantzic present the collective fabric and texture of the Lubavitch community. The Torah life of a hasid is seen in a joyous wedding dance, tender moments at the bedeckening and under the chupah, a l’chaim to the Rebbe, and rapt attention at leining on Purim morning.

What can these photographs teach us? The similar subjects framed by an empathetic point of view and paradoxically, a certain distance, begin to shape a working definition of the photojournalist. That definition is accepted with pride by Jerry Dantzic, whose photographs
from 1972-1973, Farbrengen, are currently at the Chassidic Art Institute until April 27, 2003.

Dantzic has worked as a professional photographer based in his Brooklyn studio since 1954. The recently published Jerry Dantzic’s New York: The Fifties in Focus (Edition Stemmle, 2002) reveals the astonishing scope of his work, covering almost every aspect of New York neighborhoods and street life. He has photographed Chinatown, Little Italy, Coney Island, Manhattan jazz spots and nightclubs, CBS recording studios, New Years Eve Times Square, digging the Lincoln Tunnel and opening night at the Metropolitan Opera. His lifetime of work as a commercial photographer is paralleled by a passionate love affair with New York and America. His son, Grayson Dantzic, has devoted the last four years to publicizing and publishing his father’s vibrant images of his beloved city. This exhibition presents previously
unprinted work documenting Crown Heights.

Wedding Dancers (1973) captures the joy and exuberance a simcha brings to our hearts. The intensely physical gestures of the two men clad in white shirts against a sea of black jackets sweeps through the image at a breakneck pace fueling the rhythmic clapping of the onlookers who are about to join in. The man in the foreground clapping becomes the visual surrogate for the viewer, drawing us into the action.

Dantzic’s ability to be simultaneously involved with his subjects and yet an objective observer is precisely the quality that allows him to become invisible in the midst of the intensely private world of the Lubavitch Hasidim. In late 1972, he began working on a documentary on the “White Ethnics of America.” He had lived in Crown Heights from 1962 until 1968 and was somewhat familiar with the community. Through a friend, he managed to obtain permission from the Lubavitch to openly photograph the community over the period of the next two
years. They were very taken with his warm personality and he responded in kind. He was given complete access.

At a Farbrengen in 1973, one joins the rapt audience that fills the room to overflowing, seeming to ascend the very walls themselves. This image is the result of dozens of shots he took at that event, shooting away, frequently four or five a minute, until he had captured the
crystallizing moment that would condense the experience into one or two potent images.

Dantzic’s desire to capture and bring together disparate visual phenomena led him to pursue an entirely different kind of photography at about the same time. In 1972, he became interested in an antique panoramic camera – the Cirkut camera that had been developed at the turn of the century. He began working with the dramatic new equipment that allowed him to photograph in color and exacting detail a panoramic scene extending over 360 degrees. The prints are as much as six feet long. Finally, in 1977, he obtained a grant from the National Endowment for the Arts and traveled through 30 states for over 100 days of shooting to document America’s cities, historic sites and landscapes. The result was a one-man show at the Museum of Modern Art in 1978. Effectively, he was creating his own visual record of the country, “my own legend of America” in which the radical extension of vision brings the element of time into the process. A distinct sense of past and future combined in one paradoxically static image
emerges in the gathering of views taken in a fifteen second shot.

Not all of his images attempt to gather in the disparate. President Zalman Shazar Of Israel Toasting the Rebbe (1973) narrows the focus to the joy and satisfaction of Torah giants viewing the meeting of religious and political worlds. The composition is delicately balanced, resting on the fulcrum of a white triangular napkin. The l’chaim cup activates the entire image as everything from the Rebbe, the President and the sages behind them is captured in its blessing.

The photojournalism of Jerry Dantzic is distinct from art photography. Ben Lifson, in his forward to The Fifties in Focus captures Dantzic’s genius. “The task is not to perfect these lyrical moments, but to capture their familiar excellence; not conspicuously to transfigure characters in life as figures in art, but to keep them embedded in life.” Gathering images together so that they can communicate the essence of the people of New York has been the life work of Jerry Dantzic.

The World Outside (1953) was photographed in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. It seems to simultaneously sum up the role of the photojournalist and the religious Jew in New York. The man behind the window compassionately looks out as if to say, “And what do you think you are doing? Do you think your camera will capture me?” This photograph locates its subject embedded in his life inside, and by the reflection in the window, the life outside in the neighborhood. Closeness and distance are depicted as the photographer and his subject both bear witness to the experience that unfolds between them.

The notion of bearing witness becomes the most powerful dynamic in the exhibition. If nothing else, the photojournalist provides a record of what has occurred and in many cases, by implication, what will occur in the future. Life in Crown Heights today looks remarkably similar to the glimpses we see from 30 years ago. The gentle interchange between Father and Son (1973), with the exception of the style of his hat, defies time and defines parenting well into the future.

Jerry Dantzic’s photojournalism frequently implies a narrative that is interrupted. Much like his Cirkut Camera panoramas that attempt to collect in one long print disparate views of one place and time in America, so too the narrative that proceeded and continues after his
images of Crown Heights implies a life that continues on, sure in its faith and devotion. This exhibition, a gathering of images, affirms a life of holiness that he found in Crown Heights 30 years ago and is still vibrant today.

Printed from: http://www.jewishpress.com/sections/farbrengen-a-gathering-of-images-photographs-of-jerry-dantzic/2003/05/09/

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