December 23, 2010

Washing Hands

When I was a child and went to visit my grandfather, he always put a bowl and a cup of water next to my bed at night, so that I'd wash my hands first thing when I woke up in the morning. Neigelvasser, it was and is called in Yiddish.

Actually, the first thing I did (and still do) was to say "Modeh Ani", a short prayer to thank God for my being alive. Later on, in rebellious years, I used to wonder about the words it included: "Thank you for returning my soul to me." So the soul, whatever it was, miraculously escaped my body and flew up somewhere into space and wandered around for eight hours or so before being condemned to the jail of my body for another day? It didn't make sense, unless "soul" was another way of talking about "consciousness". But then my consciousness isn't taken away and returned to me--it's a state of being, not an organ. As I got even older, but still rebellious, I realized that prayers are poetry and poetry is not literal or scientific prose.

But back to my hand washing. My father did not put a bowl of water next to the bed. The text says "you shouldn't go four amot before washing", and he followed the view that the "four amot" was not necessarily literal. "Four amot" is a term used in halachic writing that may often mean "your space"; it could be applied to a space you were in, such as your house. So washing one's hands was something to be done, but you didn't need a tape measure to fulfill the mitzvah. (And I should add that this washing ritual has to be done whenever one goes to the toilet, although a good rinse under the tap is good enough. One doesn't have to lug one's cup and bowl around all day like a mendicant fakir.)

The morning wash was a doddle compared to washing before meals. There one had to be particularly careful to check the rim of the cup first, then draw the water oneself, pour carefully three times over each hand, starting with the right, then raise one's hands so that the water dripped downwards. After that, one had to dry them very carefully, while at the same time reciting the blessing. Believe me, there were all kinds of refinements I learnt of over time, and different customs. But the fact is that observant Jews wash their hands every time they wake up, eat a meal (or bread), or go to the loo.

Often as I watch other people so punctiliously walk up to the sink, crouch over, check their hands, give them a good wash if they are dirty, then take the cup, measure in the right minimum amount, pour it over their hands with the care of someone handling precious elixir, I wonder what sort of neurotic, obsessive nutcases Jewish ritual is producing. Is this what religion is all about? Is God looking down kvelling?

I have been giving a course on Jewish history and having started with Hammurabi (yes, I know he wasn't Jewish). I have arrived at the Black Death that ravaged western and central Europe from 1340-1410 and decimated the population. Rumor spread that the hated Jews, in league with the Devil, had poisoned the wells. The result was that more than half the Jewish population of Europe was massacred. Whole communities perished: Augsburg, Barcelona, Bern, Cervera, Chillon, Cologne, Frankfort, Freiberg, Munich, Spires, Strasburg, Tarrega, Worms, and Wurzburg, to mention only the cases of complete destruction. Thousands perished elsewhere.

It didn't take much for priests and monks to whip up a frenzy against the hated Jews, killers of their god (as if), heretics, unbelievers anyway, condemned to perish in the fires of hell. And a little loot on the side didn't go amiss. But there was another factor in getting the masses to turn on the Jews. Fewer Jews were dying, proportionately, than Christians. The Jews must be guilty. The historical record is that many Jews did indeed die too. They were in the main herded into confined stinking ghettos (even before it became obligatory), where contagion spread rapidly. But the obvious reason they suffered less was that Jews washed their hands far more regularly than the others, and certainly before eating.

Jump to our age. In the season of colds and flu, we are all told to wash hands regularly. If you have been anywhere near a public urinal, even one in a swanky restaurant, you'll know that most people do not wash their hands before eating or after going to the toilet. The amount of contamination that is passed on by handshaking, handling money, eating snacks from a common bowl, let alone strap-hanging, is frightening. But do people care? How many bother, even if they know they should? And how many wash as a matter of routine during the course of a normal day? Very, very few, I can tell you.

That is precisely why a religious ritual can be so practical and utilitarian. I do agree it doesn't need to be obsessive, but better an obsessive hand washer than a passer-on of E. coli or whatever. So scoff if you like, but I'm glad I was conditioned to wash my hands, and make a bracha, and thank God I'm alive and my body is functioning pretty well. Happy Healthy Days!

6 Comments:

At 3:18 AM , Anonymous Leila said...

You are always so commonsensical, Jeremy and spot on where cleanliness is concerned. I always remember putting my hand out towards a bowl of mints at our local Chinese restaurant and pulling it back sharply when I thought of the hands which had already been in there.

It is little comfort though, to surmise that Jews may have survived in the past through that cleanliness only to be murdered for so-called crimes which they did not commit. I wonder what we'll be blamed for next?

 
At 10:40 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I once ate in an enormous cafe in Tunis that served only humous with ful medames (beans). The humous and the ful were both mixed by hand in washing-up sized plastic bowls and then dolloped onto plates lined up ready to go. The food tasted great. Around the cavernous hall were pillars reaching to a high, vaulted ceiling and attached to the base of each pillar was a sink with a cold water tap. Each man, (and it was only men) before eating, went to the sink and washed his hands, as is the custom in any hot climate.

I thought at the time how convenient, sophisticated even, to have separated hand-washing from lavatories.

 
At 9:38 PM , Blogger Rabbi Jeremy Rosen said...

Anonymous:
Thats so evocative but do you have any idea why women were not supposed to wash their hands or was it simply not to be within touching distance of men. Reminds me of some other people I know!

 
At 9:39 PM , Blogger Rabbi Jeremy Rosen said...

Leila:
Thank you. I wish my actions necessarily followed my thoughts!
Happy New Civil Year

 
At 4:12 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, sorry for writing confusingly. I meant, there were no women in the cafe, apart from me. I suppose had there been, they too would have washed their hands. The cafe was a Tunisian equivalent of a 'greasy-spoon', bursting with working men on their lunch breaks. The men dolloping out the humous spoke French but as there was only one menu item, in one portion size, it didn't get complicated. It was a brilliant place. The ceiling was so high it was quite dark and one could just make out the tops of the wide pillars stretching up to it in pale, smooth stone. The street side of the hall was open and the only source of light. All around was a sea of the faintly gleaming pillars and at their bases, the dark clothing of the men, who all went first to the little wash basins and said their prayers in a low, uniform murmur. Then they shook hands with everyone on a table and sat down to eat. There was no cutlery, the humous and ful was scooped up with bread, warm spongy pita and so naturally, the hand-washing had to be done before either the hand-shaking or the eating. There were no paper towels, wet hands drip-dried so there was no disguising whether they'd been washed. The men were perfectly pleasant to me, presumably because I had also found a space at a basin and washed my hands. Under the gaze of a 100 hand-washers, to do anything different would have been quite ostentatious.

 
At 12:50 AM , Blogger Rabbi Jeremy Rosen said...

Anonymous:
Fascinating. Thank you so much. Clearly Seinfeld wouldn't have eaten there.
J

 

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