Wendy Kalman
There are many ways to see and understand

Savlanut

The ubiquitous Israeli hand signal that signifies asking for patience.
The ubiquitous Israeli hand signal that signifies asking for patience.

In a recent Facebook exchange with a friend, I explained my issue with the word “tolerance.” To me, the concept is problematic. Much as I would like for our world to be a nicer, friendlier place, I don’t know that tolerating someone, i.e., putting up with him or her, is the way to go. Making room for someone at the table still means that the decision resides with the person or people who sit at that table daily. The only power ceded is that deigned okay to cede. This is not to say we shouldn’t be accepting of others, but we need to create an even playing field to begin with.

If I shift to the word tolerance, though, I see things in a brighter light. A tolerant society is one in which everyone is accepting of others.

This made me think of the words in Hebrew that share the same three letter root of sameach – vet – lamed, ס־ב־ל.

The Hebrew word for tolerance is sovlanut, סוֹבְלָנוּת, and it is one letter removed from the Hebrew word for patience, savlanut, סַבְלָנוּת. The relationship makes sense, to have tolerance is to have patience. But to not have tolerance, to actually not want to put up with someone or to say “I can’t stand” him or her, is in Hebrew to say one doesn’t suffer the other, לא סובל.

What is interesting is that suffering, sevel, סֵבֶל, has yet another meaning, and that is to carry something very heavy, so heavy it causes anguish. When we have no patience or tolerance, aren’t we shouldering a burden of negativity? Aren’t we causing our own suffering? When we unburden ourselves from that which weighs us down – like intolerance, we can feel lighter, stand taller.

To circle back to the beginning, if we can shed the idea of tolerating or putting up with other people and instead concentrate on creating an atmosphere of where all are welcome, we will achieve much. It may take patience, but we will get there.

About the Author
Born in Brooklyn and raised on Long Island, Wendy lived in Jerusalem for over a decade submerged in Israeli culture. Since returning to the U.S. in 2003; she has been soaked in Southern life in metro Atlanta. An Ashkenazi mom to Mizrahi sons born in Israel and the US, MIL to a French Mizrahi DIL and an Israeli DIL whose parents are also an interesting mix, and a step mom to sons born in the South, she celebrates trying to see from multiple perspectives and hopes this comes out in her blogs. While working in Jewish and Zionist education and advocacy, Wendy's interests also have her digging deep into genealogy and bringing distant family together. All of this is to say, Wendy's life has brought her to the widened framework she uses for her blogs: there are many ways to see and understand.
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