‘the Rabbi Directs the Sun and the Moon, He Means Everything to Us’
May 8, 2018
A year after 80-year-old Eliezer Berland’s release from prison after being convicted of sex offenses against women from his congregation, the rabbi’s business is thriving. Three Yedioth Ahronoth and Ynet investigative reporters infiltrate the Shuvu Banim community, get a glimpse into the financial empire he built at his poor followers’ expense, and find out just how far his supporters are willing to go to defend him.
It’s the early evening in Eliezer Berland’s residence in “Shomrei Hahomot” (Guardians of the Walls), his small territory at the end of Mea She’arim, on the way to the Musrara neighborhood. The afternoon prayer comes to an end, and a young woman spots me and screams, “She’s a reporter.” Now’s the time to make myself scarce.
“She’s not allowed to be here,” I hear people cry out. Three men with cameras move closer in an intimidating manner. “Don’t worry,” they say, “we’ll expose your identity.” The police are already on the line, as I hear angry shouts in the background: “It’s the last time you come here.”
A group of Hasidim chases me up the narrow alley. “She posts things against the rabbi,” one of them says. “Get out of here, shiksa!” An older woman approaches me, spits and shouts, “You b*tch, don’t you dare come anywhere near here.”
|Rabbi Berland with paper bills received from his followers (Photo: Ariela Sternbach, Nina Fuchs)|
The woman who started the commotion by identifying me as an investigative reporter tries to help me now. “Go into the gas station,” she instructs me. “I have to run back to the prayers.”
Meanwhile, the men around me keep offering blessings, their way. “She smells like rabies,” one of them shouts. “She’s recording everything, beware.”
One of the few women in the group screams and warns me: “Tell all your girlfriends that whoever comes here will be lynched. We’ll carry out a lynch against her.”
The police are still on the line—it’s been six minutes, and the station is hundreds of meters away—but there isn’t a single policeman in sight.
A tall thug approaches me. “This is the first and last time we restrain ourselves, I can assure you,” he announces, as one of his Hasidic friends shouts: “She has full of pictures on her phone.” Several moments later, one of the men snatches my phone violently, and I finally hear police sirens in the background. Twenty-four hours later, the police return my iPhone.
The holy magic potion
Berland, 80, is the founder and head of the Shuvu Banim Yeshiva, which is affiliated with the Breslov Hasidic movement. Over the years, he gained a following of thousands of Hasidim, many of them newly religious Jews.
Six years ago, one of his followers claimed to have seen him from the window in an intimate situation with a woman from his congregation. When testimonies of sexual harassment were received from other women, Berland fled the country with dozens of his followers, moving from Morocco to Zimbabwe to South Africa to Holland, before being extradited to Israel.
In November 2016, as part of a plea bargain, Berland was convicted of two counts of indecent acts and one assault. He was sentenced to 18 months in prison but served less than 12 months. About a year ago, he was released from jail on medical grounds.
Last month, 30 Breslov rabbis issued a scathing manifesto renouncing Berland and calling on their followers to stay away from him. “He is one of the evils of the generations,” they wrote. “One of the destroyers of Torah and destroyers of the world.” Berland’s presence creates quite a stir and sparks protests almost everywhere he goes.
|Berland performs the upsherin haircutting ceremony. ‘We grew his hair long again, because when he was three years old the rabbi was absent’|
On the backdrop of these protests, Yedioth Ahronoth sent three female investigative reporters into the rabbi’s congregation. One after the other, without revealing the link between us, we spoke to his followers, men and women, witnessed the horrible neglect and were introduced to the dark and violent aspects as well as to the positive elements of community life and mutual responsibility.
We witnessed Berland’s complete control over his followers, their minds and their feelings. They see him as the doctor, the psychologist, the leader. They live for him, sometimes in disgracefully poor conditions and in medical and physical neglect. Many of them shower him with all their money, and sometimes they even take loans and pay him for blessings. And so, as he becomes richer, they become poorer. We were also exposed to additional testimonies on his dubious sexual conduct.
We joined the congregation’s prayers and meetings, wearing clothes that wouldn’t disclose the fact that we were outsiders. They were usually held in the outskirts of the Musrara neighborhood, where they live in small apartments and in high density.
Every morning, afternoon and evening—on irregular hours, according to “Berland time”—they gather for prayers at the synagogue under his house. The men convene in a spacious, air-conditioned room, and the women gather in a tent outside the synagogue, standing on sort of stools with their eyes directed at the rabbi’s seat, watching him through a screen with small holes.
Hodaya, a 23-year-old newly religious woman, crosses the street and stops, staring into space. Where’s the women’s gallery, I ask her. “At Rabbi Berland’s? Come on,” she points. “I don’t understand how I got to pray with the rabbi. It’s such a great privilege, and I don’t understand why I deserve it. it’s a special rabbi, a special prayer. Come, you’ll see.”
We enter the women’s gallery tent, which isn’t particularly clean and strongly reeks of food. Food leftovers are scattered on the floor, alongside children’s drawings, books, and more.
As we sit down, Hodaya pulls out a pen and a paper and starts writing. “It’s a request for a full recovery from the rabbi,” she explains. “Do you want to write to the rabbi?” She turns to me. “We’ll give it to him now, during the prayer.”
She tears a piece from the paper in her hand and encourages me to write something. “He’s a righteous man!” she says. “He’ll give you good advice. I didn’t know him either, and I sent him things about him and he knows how to reply.” How does he reply? “Through the warden, if you put down a phone number. you can write a question or ask for a blessing.”
After I am convinced, Hodaya guides me through the wording of the letter. “For Rabbi Eliezer Berland, may he live a good and long life, Amen. And now ask for something,” she instructs. I say, “A request for a decent shidduch (match).” Hodaya recommends that I ask the rabbi specifically if he has someone to offer me. “Imagine you’re writing a letter to the most righteous man in this generation.”
The same story repeats itself several days later. This time, one of us, who is really about to undergo a complicated operation and is experiencing pain, ask for the rabbi’s blessing. One of the women says she suffered a serious illness and received drops from the rabbi that saved her life. “Give it a try,” she suggests.
The note is handed over to Berland through one of the holes in the screen, and in the middle of the prayer he opens it, stops the warden and signals him to give me a call. “You don’t have to be afraid of the surgery,” the rabbi says. “I’ll be with you the entire time, and I’ll operate on you myself.”
Several minutes later, we are secretly handed a small bottle with drops—which, according to a Health Ministry investigation, is imported illegally and contains different botanicals—as well as old, moldy bread, which the women say I should eat, because “it’s a remedy.” In Hasidic lingo, it’s called “shirayim” —the rabbi’s food leftovers.
‘Rabbi, come on’
The human diversity in the synagogue is surprising. On one corner, there are “Taliban women,” whose entire body and face is covered with a shawl. Next to them sit elegant women wearing expensive golden jewelry, from the Jerusalem Hasidic community in which women shave off all their hair. On another bench, there is a group of modern, fashionable women, wearing makeup. Most women, however, are Breslov Hasidic women covered in many layers of cloth, with a neglected general appearance. Many children run around the tent, sharing Jerusalem Kugel (noodle-based pudding) which has been placed on one of the benches.
“Rabbi, come on, Rabbi. I can’t take it anymore, come on,” shouts a woman standing next to the screen, staring into the men’s hall. “Come on, rabbi, come out already, I can’t take it. No matter what I eat, I cough. It’s such a pity I didn’t ask you what to do yesterday.”
Her name is Shira and she is in her 40s. “The rabbi told me not to go back to my ex-husband,” she says. “But they’ve been causing me trouble here, because I arrive early. They forbade me to come at 12. They said I should only come from 2 o’clock. I don’t ask them and come whenever I feel like it.”
Like many of the Hasidim, Naomi also has a slew of tales about the rabbi’s miracles. “For example, a barren woman who got pregnant,” she says, and shares her own personal case: “The rabbi saved my tooth. We were with the rabbi in exile in Johannesburg, and my tooth hurt at the time. I didn’t tell him, I didn’t ask. He stood like that and suddenly his hand started doing like this,” her hand strokes her cheek. “He caressed me exactly where it hurt, protected my tooth for three years. The rabbi didn’t know I was in pain. It was really strong pain.”
The “exile” issue is repeated quite often, mainly by Hasidim from the close circle who were with him when he fled the Israeli law and wandered around the world. He had about 40 families with him, but many others brag about escorting and meeting him there, in an attempt to demonstrate how close they are to him. These stories join a slew of other tales shared by the rabbi’s followers.
“We followed the rabbi wherever he went,” says Hanni, who is in her 20s. “He sentenced himself to exile because he is a great scholar. It’s true that things were slightly rough financially, but we wouldn’t give up being in the rabbi’s company. He performs great miracles and even saved my sister from death in Morocco. She stayed alive thanks to him.”
Back to the prayers, which are at the center of the congregation’s life. The sun has set a long time ago, and the rabbi has yet to come out. A woman from the congregation explains that there is no way of knowing when he will come out.
When we try to understand how they can pray Minhah (the afternoon prayer, is recited from the afternoon hours until sunset) when it’s already dark outside, she replies: “The rabbi directs the sun and the moon. The times are set by the rabbi.”
So dozens of Hasidim, who define themselves as ultra-Orthodox, recite a prayer long after its time according to every Jewish-halachic criterion.
As they wait for the rabbi, the women register for vegetable deliveries. As most of them are extremely poor, the congregation takes care of all their needs. That’s one of the nice social aspects of communities of this kind, where everyone takes care of everyone. The few members with a stronger financial basis take care of the weak majority.
Suddenly, there is a whisper in the crowd. Berland appears to be coming out, and all the women around us start pushing and stepping on each other to see him. To an outside observer, they might look like young girls standing next to the stage during a rock concert, shouting the rock star’s name and passing out from all the excitement.
“Look! It’s the rabbi,” one of them screams. “The rabbi, the rabbi, the rabbi,” another one has trouble breathing. “Oh my God, the rabbi,” a third woman’s face is red from excitement.” There is something about that strength, about that belief in a person’s power. That in itself may be enough to improve a person’s mood and health.
When Berland starts talking, the girls around him cry out in amazement and admiration. One of them hands him jellybeans, hoping he will touch and bless them. We follow the box of candy with our gaze as it makes its way from the hands of three men into Berland’s hands. He holds it for a minute and then tosses it at us. As new members of the congregation, we are given precedence.
At this stage, it’s as if the signal has been given for an onrush: The women send a slew of notes, and the men pass notes and paper bills. From this moment until the end of the prayer, he already has a handsome sum of cash and an impressive collection of notes in his pocket.
“It’s enough to ask for a blessing, and it’s already working,” one of the women explains. “They say that the lowest rank is a response from the rabbi. The higher and holiest rank is dreaming about the rabbi.”
Have you dreamt about the rabbi?
“Several times,” she replies with shining eyes. “You have to beg and pray before you go to sleep that the rabbi will appear in your dream. He actually guided me. He told me in the dream to stop drinking Nestea because it’s not sufficiently kosher. In another dream, he told me he refused to meet with me because I had to quit my studies. A day after I quit my studies, he waved at me at the traffic light.”
Shira silences us. “The rabbi is reading my note,” she cries out. “There, it’s only the fourth note I sent him. Now he’ll tell me what to do.” A few seconds later, her phone rings. The warden is on the line. It turns out that she is waiting for the rabbi’s instructions on whether she should take antibiotics prescribed by the doctor to treat a bacterial disease she is suffering from.
As soon as the prayer ends, they all rush outside to get a good place in the “chases.” Naomi explains, “I don’t wait next to the rabbi’s house like everyone else but run past several traffic lights to catch up with him.”
There are hundreds of people standing around the house right now—men, women and dozens of children, waiting to catch a glimpse of Berland through the car’s window. When he emerges with his car, we burst out of the alley towards the busy main street, along with dozens of men, women and children. An outside observer may mistake the scene for the scene of a terror attack. Two minutes later, his luxurious car approaches, and he opens the window and waves goodbye. The fans are beside themselves.
Where does the money go?
This admiration for the rabbi is likely one of the reasons for the complexity of the investigation into the sex offenses he was convicted of. The congregation’s women believe in him blindly. With such absolute control over them, most of them have trouble acknowledging his misconduct. Others are afraid to speak out against the man they admired for years.
“Up until five years ago, we saw him as one of the righteous men in our generation,” admits one of the people on the independent Haredi panel that collected the complaints against him. “And then we began hearing about different incidents, including death threats. It’s difficult, but when I receive threats I realize they have to be fought. The public has to understand that this person harms everything that is sacred and important to the Torah.”
The first complaints he received, he says, had to do with financial matters. “They established an unbelievable financial empire,” he says. “For years, people had to pay extremely large sums to get in, and I know people who gave him huge sums in exchange for ‘treatments.’”
In this context, a former Hasid told us: “I personally gave the rabbi $300,000 in cash as part of proceeds alone, at the rabbi’s specific order.”
|(Photo: Ariela Sternbach, Nina Fuchs)|
Nechama, who barely made it out of the congregation, says the friends she left behind are repeatedly asked to transfer money to the rabbi in exchange for different blessings. Despite being penniless, they take loans and get into debt, “because the rabbi means everything to them,” she explains.
“Then their parents pay. It has created a rift in quite a few families, but the rabbi and the people around him don’t care. They’ll tell you that this money goes to charity and welfare, but won’t be able to present you with a shred of evidence supporting this claim. There’s a reason why the Berland family got so rich, and this wealth has created internal disputes. After all, someone will have to inherit the empire.”
The more dramatic issue, from a public perspective too, has to do with complaints against Berland’s sexual conduct, an affair which prompted the independent panel of Haredi judges to issue a scathing manifesto against the rabbi.
“We sat in the court and received horrible testimonies from women,” one of the people on the panel says. “We helped the them file a civil claim against Berland, against his wife and against their son.”
Another issue the authorities are dealing with is the neglect of some of the children in the community: The clothing, the nutrition, the physical state. Some of the newborn babies are not given proper care and are not supervised by the authorities. The medical dependence on the rabbi could be particularly dangerous when it comes to people who are ill and may give up treatment if advised to do so by the rabbi.
The congregation members are well aware of the welfare discussions. As soon as we pull out a phone from our pocket and try to take pictures, women storm at us from every direction: “Where are you from? Why did you take pictures? Delete them! People come here and take pictures for the social services. Whoever takes pictures for them will be hanged.”
Berland’s associates, on the other hand, present an entirely different picture: Thriving educational institutions, children whose needs are taken care of, and an internal welfare project that supports the poor and the weak.
“You’re invited to take a tour,” they said to us several times. “You’ll see the work being done in the congregation, the mutual responsibility, the good education the children receive in the Talmud Torah school. There is no distress.”
It should be noted, however, that many of Berland’s followers come from weak populations and rely on the support they receive from Berland and his congregation. Moreover, many of them aren’t interested in “nonsense” like earning a living, stylish clothes or things which may seem trivial to us. As far as they are concerned, they have everything they need—a connection to the rabbi.
It’s late in the evening in a big synagogue near Derech HaTayasim in Tel Aviv. Many of the congregation members are excited ahead of Berland’s arrival at a conference. They have come here from all over the country and include some exceptions—traditional, nearly secular, people who have come to hear what everyone is talking about.
These conferences, which are held in different places in Israel every few days usually attract demonstrators as well, protesting the fact that Berland is still honored and invited to preach his doctrine.
Inside, there is a festive atmosphere inside. After about an hour of speeches from different rabbis who still support him, Berland enters the room like a king to the sound of loud applause from the women sitting next to us in the women’s gallery. Being charismatic, Berland knows how to draw the attention of his fans and followers. He is surrounded by an entourage of security guards and associates who prevent anyone from approaching anyone. At first, he stands up and dances for several minutes to the sound of Hasidic songs.
As soon as I pull out my smartphone to take a picture, a young woman snatches it and asks, “Who are you?” Their fear of the media is hard to miss. The Hasidim repeatedly warn of “a female journalist who infiltrated our community,” without knowing that we work together.
“Don’t let them scare you,” says Ora, who escorted me to the conference. “They’re traumatized by every new woman that arrives,” she says about the hostile girls. “They’re afraid of the media and they suspect everyone.”
|Women peek beyond the women’s gallery screen at the synagogue under Berland’s house (Photo: Ariela Sternbach, Nina Fuchs)|
Despite their hostility, the Berland women reveal their caring and compassionate side later on. When I leave the conference after feeling unwell, they call me one after the other to make sure that I’m okay, that nothing bad happened to be. Their concern continues in the following days, when I undergo surgery and while I recover. It’s real, sincere concern, with a slight attempt at turning me into one of the rabbi’s believers too.
Back to Jerusalem. We decided to try to get a blessing directly from Berland, to try to talk to him for a few seconds. This time, following the girls’ recommendation, I specifically write in the note that I need advice on using a certain medication, an ointment, as well as a shidduch if possible. As we wait, we spot a sticker reading “A prayer for the wellbeing of the Rabbi and Rabbanit.” That makes sense, considering his status—practically a god.
Shortly after 6 pm, the rabbi comes out. After the prayer, two toddlers are brought to the stage and the rabbi cuts their hair. It’s the famous ushperin ceremony which is held when a boy turns three years old. One of the children, however, is already four years old. “We grew his hair long again, because when he was three years old the rabbi was absent,” his mother explains happily.
An older woman approaches us, asks where we’ve come from and where we’re going. Quietly, she shares a secret with us. “You can get to see the rabbi if you buy 100 letters for the Torah scroll,” she promises. “It’s a standing order, 100 shekels a month for 36 months. It’s quite a lot, but it guarantees that the rabbi will see you.”
One of the leaflets scattered around us includes a phone number for urgent medical cases. I dial the number and tell the secretary once again that I have a skin disorder and need to know what I should do. An hour later, the rabbi’s warden calls and passes him the phone.
The rabbi’s unclear words are translated by his secretary: “How old are you?”
“A meeting with Yitzhaki. Will Yitzhaki be good for you?”
“He studies 24 hours. Are you ready for a guy who studies 24 hours?”
Ready for what?
“He’ll work for you to have a child… So we’ll arrange the meeting today. You’ll meet him on Sunday. A fine young man, charming, blue eyes, just the way you like it.”
Can I meet the rabbi too?
“Be here tomorrow at 4 pm.”
As for the “skin disorder,” the rabbi recommends applying ointment every hour and promises it will pass by Saturday. In this case, nothing happened. The rabbi wasn’t present during the surgery either, as far as we know, neither physically nor in spirit. That’s the thing with religious clerics like him—their followers see the rabbi as a sacred, righteous man who always speaks the truth, even if in reality the exact opposite happens.
Berland’s associates: We’re being persecuted
An associate to Berland offered the following response: “The rabbi engages in charity activities, among other things, and often receives donations for the needy. These donations are usually handed out to the poor on the same occasion. The rest of the money and donations through a standing order are directed to the congregation’s charity organizations.
“In recent years, the rabbi hasn’t been receiving women in his home and has been escorted by security guards 24/7 on behalf of a former deputy police commissioner to prevent a disaster or slander by the rabbi’s persecutors.
“As a man of the world, the rabbi acknowledges the global epidemic of an over-prescription of painkillers. However, there is no recommendation to avoid medical care, and all Shuvu Banim associates see doctors when necessary.
“As for the claims of violence, Rabbi Berland has been working for years to bring every Jews closer to the Jewish tradition. The rabbi is famous for appealing to the hearts of people with a violent past and mental stability issues as well. Nevertheless, members of the congregation have been feeling persecuted by the media in recent years following many negative reports. Although there is no justification, this is reflected in intolerance towards the media. We reject this behavior.”
|Berland's car arrives at the Western Wall in early April|
The Ministry of Social Affairs directed us to the Jerusalem Municipality’s Social Services Department, which offered the following response: “Significant cooperation has been advanced in recent years between representatives of the municipality’s Social Services Department and representatives of the Shuvu Bnaim congregation, thanks to great efforts to build a relationship of trust, after the congregation had segregated itself and rejected any contact with the state’s institutions for years.
“The Jerusalem Municipality has allocated special social workers to care for the families, opened workshops for parents in crisis and made them accessible, created a basket of modified responses for poor families, built a ‘warm home for girls,’ introduced specific programs for children and youth at risk, including a summer camp for young children, and incorporated special care teams in the educational systems. In addition, truant officers and youth advancement workers have been introduced into the educational institutions.”
The Israel Police offered the following response: “The Israel Police enforce the law and maintain public order wherever necessary, in a professional, impartial manner and proportional manner, and using constant discretion concerning the use of the arrest authority and use of force. In this case, thanks to the police’s determination, the cellphone was located and returned to the reporter by the police officers.”
‘Don’t talk about what happened between us’
Eight women testified against Berland in the special tribunal appointed by the Breslov Hasidic movement. According to one of the rabbis, they received complaints from other women who claimed to have been abused by the rabbi. Talia, in her 20s, is one of them. Here is a refined version of part of her testimony:
“The rabbi took me to the apartment down there,” she said. “He sat on the bed, made me sit on him, hugged me and inserted his hands. He said to me, ‘It was so horrible, so horrible. I didn’t get to see you for 72 hours! I thought I would die.’”
When she asked him if it was okay that she had spoken, he said to her: “The rabbi said no talking, not a sound! You know what? You can talk, but not about what happens between us, nothing about what happens between us!... You don’t know the rabbi, you don’t know who the rabbi is. You know nothing.” She said she had felt as if he was preparing her for a police interrogation.
In separate case, she testified: “Each time he orders me to sit on him, and that day he sat down and I stood next to him, and he inserted his hands and it was just like… he was doing something! In that direction and in the other direction… He was with me for a long time, and then he possibly made me sit on him.”
In another incident, she said, he took his clothes off and undressed her completely, “and that was the first time we were intimate,” she said. “He sort of hugged me and lay down in the bed, simply swinging me over him, I don’t even know how I got there… That time he inserted his… And I don’t know, I did nothing, I froze my mind.”
Talia, a married woman, described how in one case Berland read “Tikkun Haklali” (The General Remedy, a text attributed to the Breslov Rebbe) with her as his hand caressed her body, and how she and Berland had sexual intercourse. “I don’t (know) anything,” she said. “It’s not a husband and wife being intimate. I don’t know how it’s supposed to be.”