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RE’EH 5781 - A Tribute to Jackie Mason
Last week, one of the giants of this world passed away— Rabbi Yacov Moshe Hakohen Maza. No, he wasn’t a renowned scholar—although he received smicha ordination from the greatest Halachic decisor of the 20th century, Rav Moshe Feinstein. To me he was a giant because he brought to an often dark world brightness, light and laughter in a way that challenged us.
He was born in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, to a family of immigrants from Minsk, and grew up on the Lower East Side of New York City. He became the rabbi of a synagogue in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, and then Weldon, North Carolina. He recalled, “I started telling more and more jokes, and after a while, a lot of gentiles would come to the congregation just to hear the sermons.” After his father died, he left the rabbinate, changed his name and became Jackie Mason! He later commented that while his 3 older brothers and 2 brothers-in-law were also rabbis, he became a standup comedian because, “Somebody in the family had to make a living!”
As he became more famous, appearing on national television, the William Morris Agency urged him to take elocution lessons to get rid of his Jewish accent, but he was very proud of being a Jew and refused—Baruch Hashem, thank Gd.
In fact, his Judaism enriched his comedy. “Every time I see a contradiction or hypocrisy in somebody’s behavior,” he quipped, “I think of the Talmud and build the joke from there.” Example: “I don’t care about money. I give it to the families of my 3 brothers and 2 sisters. I have enough to last me the rest of my life. Unless, of course, I want to buy something.”
I grew up spending my summers in the Catskill Mountains. I was exposed to some of the world’s greatest comedians like Buddy Hacket, Alan King, Shecky Greene, Freddy Roman…and of course Jackie Mason. They would do a show at the Concord or Grossingers or the Browns and afterwards come to our bungalow colony and do a show for us. They were all great, but no one made my tummy hurt from laughter like Jackie Mason—largely because there’s so much truth to his comedy.
Here’s a sample (A Club of Their Own: Jewish Humorists and the Contemporary World, by Eli Lederhendler and Gabriel N. Finder):
- A doctor, that’s a great profession. Where else can you ask a woman to get undressed and then send the bill to her husband?”
- “Money is not important. Love is important. Fortunately, I love money!”
- “You can’t please everyone. I have a girlfriend. I think she’s the most wonderful person in the world. That’s to me. But to my wife …”
- “My grandfather always said that I shouldn’t watch my money. That I should watch my health. So while I was watching my health, someone stole my money. It was my grandfather.”
- “The truth is that in this country, Jew’s don’t fight, they don’t. They almost fight...They’ll always tell you, ‘If he said one more word! - He would have been dead today. I was ready. I was waiting. One more word! What’s that word? Nobody knows.”
Mason was a staunch supporter of Israel. During the Gulf War of 1991, he insisted on flying to the Jewish state while it was under attack by Iraqi scud missiles. He almost got killed. When interviewed he said, “I thought it was a moral obligation for a Jew to show support at a time like that when the fate of the State of Israel was in peril.” And he was not afraid to call out Anti-Semitism when it raised its ugly head. As he quipped: “There are 3 constants in life: death, taxes and antisemitism!”
In 1964, Ed Sullivan mistakenly thought Jackie was giving him the “finger” when during his Sunday night TV show, Ed motioned to him to cut his act short because President Johnson was about to speak to the nation. Sullivan never had him back and effectively had him banned from TV for more than 20 years! But Jackie made a comeback in 1986, with a 2-year run of his one-man Broadway standup show that I had to see. The show won a Special Tony Award, an Outer Critics Circle Award, an Ace Award, an Emmy Award, and a Grammy nomination. Other successful Broadway performances followed. And let’s not forget the sold-out performance he gave for Yeshiva High School of Atlanta!
Let me end with Jackie Mason the philosopher who said: The trick in life is to know who you are. There was a time when I didn’t know who I was. So I went to a psychiatrist. He took a look at me and he said, “This is not you.”
So I asked, “If it’s not me then who is it?”
He said, “I don’t know either.”
So I said, “What do I need you for?”
He said, “Because together we’re going to find who you are. Together we’re going to look for the real you.”
So I said to myself, “If I don’t know who I am, how will I know who to look for? And even if I find me, how will I know it’s me? Besides, if I want to look for me, why do I need you? I can look myself, I can use my friends. At least they know who I used to be.”
And then I said to myself, “What if I find the real me and he’s even worse than me? What do I need him for? I don’t make enough for myself, now I need a partner? Back when I was struggling I would have been glad to look for anybody, now that I’m doing well, what do I need him for? If he’s lost, let him look for me!”
The psychiatrist says, “No, no, the search for the real you will have to continue. That’s $500.”
I said to myself, “If this is not the real me, why should I give him $500? Let me look for the real me, let him give you the $500. What if I find the real me and he doesn’t think it’s worth $500? For all I know, the real me might be seeing another psychiatrist altogether. Maybe he’s even a psychiatrist himself. Wouldn’t it be funny if you’re the real me and you owe me $500? I tell you what doctor, I’ll charge you $300 and we’ll call it even!”
Jackie Mason’s life was not free from the struggles, pressures
and challenges we all face. But his great merit was that he faced up to life’s problems with unfaltering cheerfulness and good humor and left us smiling and thinking.
The Talmud (Taanit 22a) tells of a Rabbi Beroka who would encounter from time to time in his meditations Eliyahu haNavi, Elijah the prophet. Once while walking through a crowded market place, Elijah appeared to him and pointed to 2 men who were entertaining the people with their playfulness and told him they will share Olam Haba (the World to Come) with him. “What, these simple men are to be my companions in the next world?” Beroka asked. “What merits can they claim?”
Rabbi Beroka went over to the men and asked: “What is it that you do?”
They said: “We are jesters (comedians) and we cheer up the depressed.”
That was why they merited Olam Haba. Unlike all the other people of the marketplace, they made it their life’s mission to lift the spirits of others.
How true is this of Jackie Mason who brought happiness into so many lives. He has earned his share in the world to come. May we learn from him to always look for ways of lifting the spirits of others who are feeling down. And may the memory of Jackie Mason’s cheerful spirit ever be a precious blessing among us. Amen!