Manchester, Nov. 22, (PRINTWORDS NEWS)Sex, drugs and rock n’ roll. They seem to be the mantra if you are lonely, sad or depressed. Nothing perks you up like the lethal combination of these three. And that is not the pot-smoking, cocaine-snorting and free-sex-loving clan talking that emerged in the 1960s. They were a different class. And they had an effect. For generations to come, they had provided the perfect excuse to go wayward. They gave you the license to go to the dogs, or rather to the marijuana joints and other such colourful places, if you were only sad, depressed or lonely. Or all in one.
The idea sounds bad enough if teens and other youngsters do it in the name of preserving mental health. It is indigestible if it is a Rabbi. You know, the Jewish priest. The ones who preach a hell lot of good things we should be doing and begs you to stay away from all things sinful. What if you find out the very respectable neighbourhood Rabbi is nothing but a dirty old man under his ‘holier-than-thou’ cloak, no different from the bunch of criminals who leer at us out of the television and the newspapers?
Not a very comfortable idea, is it? But that is exactly the impression Rabbi Baruch Chalomish delivers. And what’s more, he takes the name of- no, not his faith, thankfully- LONELINESS to justify his actions. The 54 year old man was recently arrested on the charges of dealing in cocaine. Four charges have been slapped on him: two for possessing cocaine, and two for possession with intent to supply. He admitted to the first two, but insisted that he is no dealer. Save the cringe for later, worse is about to come. Rabbi Chalomish confessed in court that he had also indulged in a marathon sex session. With prostitutes. For three days.
The Rabbi invested a 1500 pounds a week in the highest quality cocaine that he could get his hands on. His days as an addict- of both sex and drugs- are painted in real murky colours. He attended cocaine parties in Manchester and Sale. These parties used to be organised by the convicted drug dealer, Nasir Abbas. These parties used to be attended by people from various fields: there was a doctor and a surgeon among many others. So much for the integrity and the depth of the nation. Wonder what excuse these highly successful people had. In such distinguished company, Chalomish soon started paying prostitutes for their services. About 50gms of cocaine was discovered in the Rabbi’s apartment in Greater Manchester. The women who visited the apartment were allowed a snort if they complied with his wishes. Nasir Abbas supplied the women from an agency called Pure Class. What an irony.
When asked why there was so much cocaine in his Upper Park house, a discovery that seriously contested his disclaimers of being a drug dealer, he said that he stocked them, for the best stuff is hard to come by. So, he wanted to keep a healthy (?) supply for the next six months or so. Unfortunately for the prodigal Rabbi, he fell extremely sick from fatigue and overexertion after three days of the orgy, and the pimp had to cut down on his daily quota of women.
The excuse that the Rabbi gave is the sickest and lamest one that can be conjured. He was lonely. He missed his wife. Frieda had died in 1996, of cancer. She was 40 years old. Ever since her demise, Rabbi Chalomish had stayed alone in his home for over nine years. The house was in a bad condition. He had never thrown things away after his wife’s death. Such was his devotion. There was a lot of melodrama in court as the repentant Rabbi broke down sobbing, saying he is extremely sorry for and embarrassed of his actions. Like that absolved him of all the guilt. He took drugs and had sex with prostitutes to get over his wife. How lame does it get? He wanted to lead a normal life, and he snorted drugs and consorted with prostitutes.
Poor Frieda. She must be turning in her grave right now, even as her husband, exhausted from all the snorting and the physical exertions, told in court that he resorted to all these because he could not get over her. And said it in the same breath as the other shining examples of his undying lover for her. What makes it worse is that he is such a shining example, truly, in so many other counts. He was the president of the Jewish religious college in Manchester. He was a model Rabbi. It is indeed difficult to believe that it is the same man who has been accused of being the financier of a drug dealer. And the one who stayed up for three nights straight, enjoying the cocaine and the girls. And the one who planned his disgusting activities so calmly.
Looks like this Rabbi had decided to swerve big time from the austerity and chastity their position has demanded for so long. That is not to say they can’t lead a normal life. After all, they are only human. But having a sex and drug orgy is hardly what would qualify as normal life, isn’t it? And, then, what do we have to say if people like the Rabbi go wayward? In ancient times, and still now in some tribal communities, they are called god-men. That is what they were believed to be, those in direct contact with the gods. The beliefs have changed, but not so much their status. If they turn to drugs as their last recourse, whom would we turn to in our hour of need?
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