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Path: ...!eternal-september.org!feeder3.eternal-september.org!news.quux.org!news.nk.ca!rocksolid2!i2pn2.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: Zionazi <marcs12212@gmail.com> Newsgroups: rec.music.classical.recordings Subject: Re: jewish emancipation also means emancipation from ancient rituals Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2024 12:17:47 +0000 Organization: novaBBS Message-ID: <0d055b5625dc2aa8da18a96307dc1976@www.novabbs.com> References: <41eade3ca835ece1ebf0adc0222bcbaa@www.novabbs.com> <TZucnXtjvvTbbsr6nZ2dnZfqn_ednZ2d@supernews.com> <99b1ea74bb01b77ffa6a9d2024267dd3@www.novabbs.com> <f232e533f7c11ae6a206ddfd3d39df54@www.novabbs.com> <210aff0edab9bf378cccf059c3302135@www.novabbs.com> <0c8e16a43e9c034751f17208b61f660c@www.novabbs.com> <c92400e0862d46094f93c794e8da4d3c@www.novabbs.com> <6edb6c6a624c33b2ec49271deb622222@www.novabbs.com> <ecb598827116b69d7060d539398f096d@www.novabbs.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Injection-Info: i2pn2.org; logging-data="2178619"; mail-complaints-to="usenet@i2pn2.org"; posting-account="eF/RVKLh6aEp9s+BK8BYt5fEoUMxZQLVFJ5zi19LlgQ"; User-Agent: Rocksolid Light X-Rslight-Posting-User: b8ea6db213d7f55d7e0ffe462de55ace7b9a5d91 X-Spam-Checker-Version: SpamAssassin 4.0.0 X-Rslight-Site: $2y$10$b9bd8CL906rnYyFEA46NDeIhzrPBjDtEg3dNVduGPq3.MTa0Af5jW Bytes: 4278 Lines: 50 A botched circumcision and its aftermath: "On August 24, 2020, as I attempted the first pee of the morning, I felt a tightness on the underside of my penis. A tiny hair had formed a tourniquet around a skin bridge on the genital. I was not in immediate pain, but I knew that something irrevocable had happened, as if time itself had caught up to me with an abacus in hand, demanding a full accounting. My penis was shaped by the Cold War and God’s covenant with Abraham. My father, born in a small village outside Leningrad in 1938, had been circumcised. By the time of my birth, in 1972, Jewish children were generally not circumcised in the Soviet Union, part of a long-standing campaign against religion. Seven years later, soon after our arrival in the United States, my father fell under the influence of some “Chabadniks,” Hasidic followers of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, who were going door to door telling Soviet Jews in Brooklyn and Queens that they had to circumcise their boys. The surgery was performed under general anesthesia at Coney Island Hospital, the Chabadniks singing and praying joyfully in an adjoining room, and resulted in an immediate infection as well as painful urination that lasted until I was nine. Most poorly performed circumcisions stem from two misjudgments on the part of the circumciser: either too much or too little foreskin is removed. In my case, it was too little (and, one might add, given that I was seven years old instead of the eight days prescribed by the Torah, too late). After the infection had subsided, the shaft of my penis was crowded by a skyline of redundant foreskin that included, on the underside, a thick attachment of skin stretching from the head to the shaft of the genital, a result of improper healing that is called a skin bridge. ... The man who lives near me, a forty-eight-year-old musician, is the son of Italian farmers who moved to the U.S. They did not speak English, yet were somehow persuaded by American doctors to have their son circumcised, a procedure rarely done in Italy. He remembered, as I did, a period of difficult urination. “I was screaming,” he said, “but the masculine Italian response was just to laugh about it.” A second surgery was performed to correct the first when he was around six years old. He told me that the psychological effects of both surgeries have been lasting: “It’s affected my sexual performance and my experiences around partnering and creating bonds with people.” We will never know the full extent of such stories, because men are not supposed to talk about these things. We must either laugh it off or be stoic about what happened “down there,” like the Egyptian nobles of 2400 B.C." https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2021/10/11/a-botched-circumcision-and-its-aftermath