The programme for the Copthall Stadium Yom Hashoah event contains one of the most embarrassing pieces of bowdlerisation of Hebrew possible. Hannah Szenesz’s beautiful, moving song Eli, Eli is billed as Keili, Keili.
This is preposterous fawning upon the wish by some to indulge in what is not religious observance, but a piece of sanctimonious religiosity. The G-dashD school of thought is here taken to barmy extremes. I have attended a batmitzvah where a speech was ended by three little girls saying “Halleluka.” This is not a sanctification of The Name, it is a mockery of it. Barry Hyman,