Like the overwhelming majority of Jewish people, I am angry and hurt by this selfish behaviour. In no way does it represent the values or beliefs of Jewish tradition and culture.
Most Jews in Melbourne had Rosh Hashanah like I did. Instead of the traditional feast shared around a long, loud table with my extended family, my husband and I ate the round bread and apples and honey alone.
Instead of singing the ancient prayers of reflection and meditation in community, I watched a Zoom service from the sofa.
Instead of feeling the visceral sense of connection which always runs through the congregation at the sound of the shofar, the ram’s horn, I stood on the street, carefully socially distanced from a shofar blower, who had received Department of Health and Human Services permission to perform this important ritual for neighbourhood families.