A Tribute to Rabbi Jacob Kret {1909-2007}
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Profile The Diminutive Giant: A TRIBUTE TO RABBI JACOB KRET {1909-2007} Photo courtesy of Norman Kret By Chava Willig Levy o,when are you hannouncing?” from the moment my husband-to-be, largest Jewish community. But when “She asked me. soon after we began dating, introduced Rabbi Kret became its spiritual leader in I loved talking with—and listen- us on February 26, 1983. (He asked 1950, he struggled mightily just to ing to—Rabbi Kret. There were superfi- when we were hannouncing eight round up a minyan, or quorum of ten cial reasons for this: As a wheelchair weeks later.) men, for services. His smile never left user accustomed to speaking to people’s him. He was happy to be alive. stomachs, I found it a pleasure to con- An eyewitness to World War II verse with Rabbi Jacob Kret, who meas- “The Krets’ hospitality (and World War I, for that matter), ured little over five feet tall. Talking Rabbi Kret lost his parents and all of his with him meant never having to strain taught me a fundamental siblings—in fact, over 120 close rela- to gaze at his face. And as a wordsmith, truth: Some people have tives—to Hitler’s henchmen. A brilliant I was amused by his fractured English everything and give noth- Talmudic scholar, he shepherded his (in one sermon, he referred to a tele- Polish yeshivah eastward, always one scope as a microphone) and counter- ing; others have nothing step ahead of the Nazis’ claws. In 1940, Cockney accent (or, as he would have and give everything.” he was imprisoned and sent to a forced called it, haccent). labor camp by the Soviet authorities. But more important reasons Standing under a makeshift chuppah in abounded. Chief among them was the That smile embraced everyone Siberia, he and his bride, Chana, were simple fact that he loved me. He never who crossed Rabbi Kret’s path. For eternally grateful for the one wedding said so, but his smile was a dead give- nearly half a century, that path led to gift they received: an unbroken matzah. away. And his smile was ever-present and from his hole-in-the-wall synagogue In a 1980 New York Times article, Rabbi in Harlem, Manhattan’s predominantly Kret had this to say: “I could almost see, black neighborhood. with my own hand, I could almost feel, Chava Willig Levy is a New York-based writer, In 1923, when Congregation the presence of God on me.” editor and lecturer with a special interest in Chevra Talmud Torah Anschei Ma’aravi I’d venture that thousands of childhood, parenthood, Judaism, disability and (The Torah Study Society of the People Rabbi Kret’s congregants (at what family life. She is available for speaking of the West [Side]) settled on Old everyone called the Old Broadway engagements and can be reached via her web Broadway, a narrow lane just off 125th Synagogue or just “Rabbi Kret’s”) had site: www.chavawilliglevy.com. Street, Harlem was America’s second- the same thing to say about him. Some, 48 JEWISH ACTION Fall 5768/2007 like him, were Holocaust survivors. A apartment, often filled to overflowing 1974. The instructor taught in Hebrew, few were converts to Judaism. Most with guests. Somehow, its walls—and which I didn’t know. Someone suggest- were students from Columbia its occupants’ shoestring budget— ed that I study with Rabbi Kret, a University, Barnard College or the stretched. “The Krets’ hospitality,” he Talmud tutor at JTS, when it was a Jewish Theological Seminary (JTS). asserts, “taught me a fundamental more traditional institution than it is All were touched by his faith in God— truth: Some people have everything and today. It was a position he accepted and in them. give nothing; others have nothing and with the encouragement of his posek, Rabbi Hanan Balk of Cincinnati’s give everything.” Rav Henkin, who told him, ‘You’ll Congregation Agudas Israel was an Dr. Michael Kaplowitz, a New influence them, not the other way around.’ Well, Rabbi Kret didn’t teach in Hebrew; he taught in Hinglish. Yet he was able to open up the world of Gemara to me like no one else.” He His “Son,” the President adds, “The irony is that Rabbi Kret was never officially on the JTS faculty For Jacob Worenklein, chairman of Old Broadway Synagogue’s because he didn’t have an academic board of trustees, Rabbi Kret was more than a spiritual leader. He was the degree. Yet members of the Talmud fac- closest thing Worenklein ever had to a father in his childhood years. “My ulty would frequently turn to him with father, the director of Rabbi Kret’s yeshivah in post-war Germany and questions. He was there to teach Torah. subsequently his neighbor in New York, died when I was a year old. Old He never withheld his knowledge.” Broadway and the Krets’ apartment were my stomping ground, where I learned lessons that will stay with me forever. But, when asked for it, he never “In 1977, a few years after I graduated from law school, the shul’s withheld his opinion, either. Troubled officers asked me to become president of Old Broadway. It was a great by a lecture in which an administrator honor, but after two years I said to Rabbi Kret, ‘My term will soon end. pronounced the Book of Esther a for- It’s time for us to have a new president.’ Rabbi Kret looked at me and gery based on a Persian myth, Dr. said, ‘Jacob, I’m sixty-five years old. At my age, I shouldn’t have to deal Kaplowitz approached Rabbi Kret for with a new president. When I retire, you can resign as president.’ And clarification. “He calmly stated that this that’s how I got to be president for over twenty-five years. was absolute heresy. ‘But your views “It wasn’t so easy being Rabbi Kret’s president. Let me tell you about might cost you your job,’ I gasped. ‘You our biggest battle. Every other year, I would say, ‘Rabbi Kret, it’s time for work for him!’ Rabbi Kret looked me a raise.’ He’d say, ‘What are you talking about, a raise? The shul can’t straight in the eye, smiled and said, ‘I afford a raise.’ I would say, ‘Rabbi Kret, you’re not making that much know Who I work for.’” money. You deserve a raise.’ And he would answer, ‘A raise? You’re going At the Old Broadway Synagogue, to give me a raise? And then Mrs. Kret and I will have to knock on every- a stone’s throw from JTS, Biblical criti- one’s door to raise money for my raise?’ Then he would look me in the cism couldn’t hold a candle to Rabbi eye and say, ‘Jacob, tut mir nisht kein toives [don’t do me any favors].’” Kret’s story-laden sermons. Sheila Rubin, who met Rabbi Kret in 1968 during her freshman year at Barnard, undergraduate at Columbia and JTS York-based psychiatrist, remembers that fondly recalls this parable: when he met Rabbi Kret in 1976. “Up apartment, too. “It was 1976. I was a Late one night in a Polish village, at Columbia,” he recalls, “I was often rabbinical student at JTS. Pesach was there was a desperate knock at the rabbi’s surrounded by intellectuals who prided approaching and, because going home door. In walked the wealthy Reb Levi, themselves on—and judged others for the holiday wasn’t feasible, I was tears streaming down his face. “Rabbi, my by—their youth and vocabulary. Rabbi dreading it. There I was, moping in my son is very sick. The doctors say there’s no Kret, almost seventy, with his thick dorm room, when the phone rang. It hope!” accent and broken English, was so pure was Rabbi Kret inviting me for a yom “Reb Levi,” said the rabbi, “go that he disarmed them all. They flocked tov meal. When I got to the Krets’ home to your son. I’ll gather the townspeo- to him. So did I.” apartment, I found myself in the com- ple on my way to shul and we’ll pray for “Rabbi Kret was a model for seek- pany of fifteen other ‘strays’ with no his complete recovery.” ers of Torah life,” adds Rabbi Balk, who place to be for the holiday.” As he made his way toward the subsequently earned his rabbinic ordi- Dr. Kaplowitz recalls how his synagogue, the rabbi saw that the streets nation at Yeshiva University. He friendship with Rabbi Kret took root. were deserted; only the ganovim (rob- remembers Rabbi and Mrs. Kret’s tiny “I was taking a Talmud class back in bers) were up and about. So he called to 50 JEWISH ACTION Fall 5768/2007 them by name: “Avram! Shimon! Moishe! Mottel! Come with me to shul!” In the morning, an elated Reb Levi burst through the rabbi’s door. “Rabbi, it’s a miracle! My son is cured! Please, I want to thank all those who prayed for him.” When Reb Levi saw Avram, Shimon, Moishe and Mottel, he was shocked. “Rabbi, I’m the richest man in town and these good-for-noth- ings are the ones you chose to plead with God?” “Ah, Reb Levi,” the rabbi replied. “Don’t you see? The gates of heaven were locked. Who knows how to pick a lock? Ganovim!” “The moral is pure Rabbi Kret,” Rubin asserts. “Everybody has worth. We shouldn’t judge anybody.” Norman Kret, Rabbi Kret’s son, points to what some might view as a paradox.