I was always taken aback by the studies
that show how many people will ignore a crime perpetrated
before their very eyes. Stories abound about street muggings
with passersby briskly running along, avoiding confrontation
and disregarding the cries of the victim. “How could
people be so insensitive?” I would wonder. “Would
they like to be ignored if they were in such a predicament?”
Until the moment I found myself in this precise situation.
Sometime after midnight on a cold winter night I heard muffled
sounds through my window. Peering outside I saw two men
assaulting a third, evidently in the process of robbing
him.
My first reaction was fear. Are they carrying a weapon?
If I go outside will I be placing myself in danger? Can
I even help this person? All types of excuses were racing
through my mind to justify not intervening. I could just
call the police and wait till they came. But despite all
my superhuman efforts to avoid the situation, I quickly
realized that I was succumbing to being sub-human in ignoring
the cries of a man in need. And regardless of my knee-jerk
instinct to protect myself at the expense of another, I
grabbed a shovel at the door and ran out of my house yelling
at those guys. I ran down the steps and as I approached
the crime scene, the men dashed off, leaving a trembling
elderly man – whom I recognized as our neighbor –
slumped on the ground and bleeding slightly. I helped him
up, walked him into his home and attended to his needs.
And no, I do not consider myself a hero. I simply did the
humane thing. But I will never forget the temptation to
look the other way, which, frankly, was quite embarrassing.
How many crimes and injustices in the world – and
in history – would have been prevented had some people
– someone, anyone – protested and intervened?
How many people today standing right near you are being
hurt and no one really cares?
How many of us are wounded with no one asking us how we
feel?
From time immemorial gentle mystics and sensitive souls
have pondered upon the disturbingly absurd paradox of a
universe that is integrally connected and interdependent,
and yet we can so easily ignore the pain of another (or
even hurt another) even though it also injures us. The Jerusalemite
Talmud succinctly captures it with this blunt question:
If we humans are all part of one organism, how can one part
of the body harm another? Does it make any sense that the
left hand would strike the right hand if it was misbehaving?
The only conceivable answer is that we are not aware.
We do not feel that we are all part of one entity. And this
is one of the saddest elements of existential loneliness:
The illusion that each of us is all alone. That each of
us is self-contained and separate from everyone else. That
your pain is yours alone. No one cares and no can even understand
what you are going through.
All of Torah comes to counter this myth. As Hillel declared:
“That which you dislike do not do unto others. This
is the entire Torah. The rest is commentary.” This
is consistent with and complements Hillels’ other
statement: “If I am not for myself who will be for
me? If I am only for myself, what am I?” We are each
individuals, and at the same time interconnected and interdependent.
When one of us is hurting all of us are hurting.
We may not feel it, but that does not diminish the reality.
One verse in this week’s Torah portion encapsulates this
message. But first, a short introduction.
My father, journalist Gershon Jacobson, once went to the
see the Rebbe. At some point in their conversation, the
Rebbe smilingly said to my father: “Being that you
are a newspaperman, would you like to interview me?”
My father hesitated and then inquired of the Rebbe whether
he can ask him anything. “Yes, indeed,” the
Rebbe replied. “Isn’t that the nature of an
uncensored interview?”
Included among the questions my father asked was the following:
“People wonder why the Rebbe takes on causes that
others ignore, sometimes even seemingly impossible situations?”
The Rebbe responded by citing a verse in this week’s
Torah chapter, which describes one of Moses’ first
experiences: “It happened in those days that Moses
grew up and he went out to his brethren and observed their
burdens. Moses witnessed an Egyptian striking a Hebrew man
of his brethren. He turned this way and that way and he
saw that there was no man, so he struck down the Egyptian
and hid him in the sand” (Exodus 2:11-12).
The Rebbe wondered: “Why did Moses look all around, and
only when he so no man, did he strike the Egyptian? In this
time of crisis, was Moses so concerned about his own well-being?
And if so, why do we have to be told that detail? The fact
is that despite Moses’ v caution, two men actually witnessed
his act and later informed on him. So clearly this verse
has some other message to tell us.
“’He looked all around and saw no man’ can be interpreted
to mean that he saw ‘no man’ that cared – no one was concerned
about the travesty being perpetrated against their fellow
men. Moses however did care. So he proceeded
to do what is necessary to protect innocent people from
brutal genocide.”
“When we witness an injustice and look around and no one
seems to care,” the Rebbe concluded, “we must act.”
That defines a leader. Someone who cares when everyone
else is busy with their own interests. Certainly, important
interests, but still self driven ones.
A leader is someone who doesn’t just empathize with
another person. He or she feels the other person’s
hurt as if it was their own.
We are all like one organism. Even when a tiny toenail
is hurting the entire body feels it.
So look around. Injustice, pain, hurt – people are
suffering. If you see “no man” – if you
see no one caring – why don’t you become the
man, and do something about it?
At this very moment, as you read these lines, there may
be someone nor very far from you that can use a kind word,
an embrace, a nice gesture. With modern technology we can
make a phone call, send an e-mail, text message, tweet –
whatever it takes – and soothe an aching heart, bring
joy to a bleeding spirit.
Sometimes all it takes to change a world is (not a village,
but) “simat lev” – one person to care.