The Myth of the Shiksa and Other Essays. Edwin H. Friedman

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The

      The

      MYTH

      of the

      SHIKSA

      AND

      OTHER ESSAYS

      EDWIN H. FRIEDMAN

       SEABURY BOOKS

      an imprint of

       Church Publishing Incorporated, New York

      © 2008 by The Edwin Friedman Trust

      All rights reserved.

       Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Friedman, Edwin H.

      The myth of the Shiksa and other essays / Edwin H. Friedman.

      p. cm.

      Includes bibliographical references.

      ISBN 978-1-59627-077-0 (pbk.)

      1. Family-Religious life. 2. Family psychotherapy. I.Title.

      BL625.6.F76 2008

      158 – dc22

      2007039246

      Printed in the United States of America

      Church Publishing Incorporated

      445 Fifth Avenue

      New York, NY 10016

       www.churchpublishing.org

      5 4 3 2 1

      CONTENTS

       GROWING UP FRIEDMAN:

       A Foreword by Shira Friedman Bogart

       ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

       1. AN INTERVIEW WITH THE FIRST FAMILY COUNSELOR

       2. SECRETS AND SYSTEMS

       3. HOW TO SUCCEED IN THERAPY WITHOUT REALLY TRYING

       4. THE MYTH OF THE SHIKSA

       5. METAPHORS OF SALVATION

       6. THE PLAY’S THE THING:

       The Therapeutic Reversal as Psychodrama

       7. EMPATHY DEFEATS THERAPY:

       An Interview with Helen Gill

       8. THE BIRTHDAY PARTY:

       An Experiment in Obtaining Change in One’s Own Family

       9. MISCHIEF, MYSTERY, AND PARADOX:

       Bowen Theory and Therapy

      GROWING UP FRIEDMAN

       A Foreword by Shira Friedman Bogart

      Nobody ever liked my father. He had such a polarizing effect that people either adored and revered him or were appalled by his often maverick theories. But he was as irreverent about ideological popularity as he was about his trademark fashion sense — white socks with an ill-fitting suit. “How can I make an impact on society unless I turn it on its tuchous?” he would implore. It was all a puzzle. Each idea led to another and my father was just piecing it all together. He insisted there were no new ideas, just new pairings of them.

      This made him a landmine of paradox: a minister’s rabbi, a therapist’s ego, an enemy’s friend. If you meandered unsuspectingly through his thought process, something would surely detonate. He would drop ideas into conversation, ideas he was often just trying out to see what they’d ignite.

      I once found a collection of written evaluations of some of his lectures. They began as complimentary: a visionary, great use of the human condition, my favorite seminar. As I poured through these responses, I was bathed in naive pride. And then, without warning, the father I knew reared his shiny head — I found the presenter arrogant, confusing, politically incorrect. Ah yes, this was the father I remember! This was the father I spent my childhood and young adulthood trying to impress, the man for whom I selected a career in writing and traveled the world to prove my sense of adventure. Bold, irreverent, unafraid. He brushed with fate, did not adhere to rules he did not personally create, and loved to provoke — thoughts, anger, joy, just thinking differently. The man who could write “How to Succeed in Therapy without Really Trying,” interview Satan as “The First Family Counselor,” and dare to challenge Jewish lore with “The Myth of the Shiksa.”

      I used to think my family was typical. Didn’t everyone discuss the dysfunctional relationship between a football coach and his wide receivers at the dinner table? And what is so surprising about a rabbi who zips his sports car into his allotted parking spot at Temple with a handful of speeding tickets and skid marks in his wake? It was as if we had our own Commandments with the “original sin” as the seduction of self. Our edicts included directives like: Thou shalt not blame others for your own insecurities / Thou shalt learn and grow from challenge / Thou shalt not will change. And the ever popular, Thou shalt make an impact on society.

      I had my first encounter with Dad’s thought process while preparing for my Bat Mitzvah. Left alone to write my speech, I thought the Encyclopaedia Britannica could say it much better than I. My father might have ignored this brush with plagiarism, but it was my perspective on God that got him spinning. He sent me back to my desk, armed with a pencil and

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