Funeral for victims of Merkaz Harav shooting 521.
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Part catharsis, part religious reflection, part
social criticism, Mourning Under Glass: Reflections on a Son’s Murder takes the
reader into the heart of a father whose son was one of the eight students
slaughtered by Alaa Abu Dheim in Jerusalem’s Yeshivat Merkaz Harav Kook on March
Naftali Moses opens the book by reconstructing the events
beginning at 8:10 p.m. the night Dheim carried an assault rifle into the school
and ending four hours later when his son’s high school principal confirmed his
worst fear with the dreaded phrase, “The Lord gives, the Lord taketh
away.”From that moment on, the indescribable tragedy was not about one
family’s loss, nor even about eight families’ losses.
The media examined
the calamity from a range of calculated political viewpoints – one commentator
labeled the yeshiva a “fascist institution.”
Municipal officials planned
memorial events to channel public expressions of sorrow. Israeli and Diaspora
Jews staked a claim in the grieving process for boys who could easily have been
their own sons.
And yet 16-year-old Avraham David Moses was one man’s
son. A central theme of the book is Naftali Moses’s feeling that throughout the
year of mourning, well-meaning people hijacked his personal grief and steered it
in directions he would have refused to go in if anyone had bothered to
This snowballing process started with the yeshiva’s decision to host
a group funeral and was followed by myriad communal memorial assemblies that, to
Moses, seemed to flatten his son’s essence “into a poster-thin image of who he
once was.” To mark the first yahrzeit (anniversary of their death), an anonymous
American donor provided a Torah scroll to each bereaved family in a
live-streamed extravaganza involving 300 international institutions – again,
with little or no input from the boys’ parents.
“Throughout the year
after Avraham David’s death, I would often feel battered by the memorial ideas,
initiatives and programs that others would sometimes offer, sometimes foist upon
me,” Moses writes. “I worried about protecting my son’s memory; about keeping it
from being washed away by the commonness of public martyrdom. He was not just a
symbol, but a person – a unique individual whom I loved dearly.”
reader does not know if Avraham David’s mother fully shared this
Her voice is not present in the book, which was self-published
with a grant from the One Family Fund. She and Moses divorced eight years before
their son’s murder and both remarried, living next door to each other in Efrat
so as to share custody of their two boys.
This situation was a further
complicating factor in the year following Avraham David’s death. In fact, the
author admits that he decided to participate in the gala Torah reception partly
because it was meaningful to some of the other parents and partly because if he
hadn’t his ex-wife’s husband would have been “the one to carry the public mantle
of memory for my son.”
The frank rawness of Moses’s emotions contributes
to the book’s compelling nature. However, certain sections might better have
been tempered or left out entirely. For example, a chapter entitled “A Concise
Field Guide to Condolence Callers” comes off as mean-spirited in its descriptions
of awkward or insensitive visitors during the shiva mourning period. There are
important lessons to be imparted from the hurtful incidents Moses experienced,
but too much negative energy is expended by dwelling on them.
In the more
inspiring parts of the book, Moses displays an enviable gift for conveying
complex concepts regarding faith.
He relates a homily from the
kabbalistic book of Zohar describing how righteous souls of the departed are
clothed in glowing garments from the Garden of Eden. He shares poignant excerpts
from hundreds of letters demonstrating the writers’ strong feeling of fraternity
for a fellow Jew they’d never met. He beautifully explains the
community-building power of the kaddish prayer (though he errs in his
calculation of how many times a mourner recites it over the course of 11 months)
and brings new appreciation for its ancient words, “which readily admit of their
Moses does not hesitate to delve into discussions of
theodicy that arose from the mass murder of yeshiva students.
an interview with his son’s principal in which media personality Ilana Dayan,
“the blond epitome of the intelligent, secular Israeli,” hunts for a chink in
the faith-armor of the gray-bearded rabbi. Where was God on that fateful Thursday
night? Moses can answer this question: “I believe that He was with my
16-year-old son as he breathed his last prayers...
God was with those
trembling in fear behind the classroom door… God was with me as I looked for the
last time at my son’s face. And those who wish to emulate the Holy One in His
kindness can try to be there for others in the face of our own all-too-human
pain and suffering.”
Dealing as it does with difficult – even
unfathomable – topics, Mourning Under Glass
offers universally valuable human
insights to readers regardless of their level of faith.
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