Transcript of 660: Hoaxing Yourself

Parents, here is all the evidence that you need that TV is bad for kids, especially public TV. When Sean was 14, he loved watching those British TV shows. They're always running on CBS, Masterpiece Theater, Doctor Who.

Then there was this show that I would stay up really late and watch and tape and watch over and over again. The tape is called Dempsey and Make Peace, which was about an American detective who went to London because he had been set up home, and he was teamed up with a woman who was this aristocrat named Lady Harriet Make Peace. I was really on her side. I thought, She's got it going on.

You looked down on the American.

Oh, yeah.

What Sean liked about Lady Harriet Make Peace and all the other Brits on TV was their aloofness, how they seemed above it all, how they looked down on Americans, which Sean did also. Convinced there must something wrong with the nation that produced jocks and bullies who harassed him in school. Sometimes, joking around with his friends, he would talk with a British accent.

Then it was just something that spiraled out of control. I know that eventually Initially, I was just using an English accent, literally from waking to sleeping, morning, noon, and night.

Sean spoke with a British accent from the time he was 14 until he was 16. At some point, his mom thought, You know, maybe I need to do something about this, and took him to see a psychiatrist.

He was just really... I don't know the different schools of psychology, but he was really very confrontive. And he was like, Well, you've got to stop doing this, he said, because you're not British. And my mom just sat over next to me, and she went, Yeah, to to be with him and to help him in showing me this.

Sean was furious. He had an impost to lecture the guy on how, in fact, he was British. And the only problem with that was that, A, he knew very well that he was not, and B, his mom was sitting right there. She was sure to contradict him. He didn't know what to do. The situation seemed impossible.

Because that's what I was thinking. There has to be a way that I can be British still.

There must be a way that this is true somehow.

Yeah, exactly.

But a day on a radio program, stories of people who tell a lie, and they get to the point where they believe the lie more than anybody else does. It feels like it must be true. It happens all the time. And can I say, we are not even going to get into what happens with political figures in this show, kidding themselves about the facts of things. Today, we have stories of civilians, people like you and me, basically pulling hoaxes on ourselves. From WBEZ Chicago, it's this American Life. I'm Ira Glass. Like one of our program today, The Sun Never Sets on the Moosewood Restaurant, in which two young men, both from small towns, try on new identities, false identities, and what they have to do to keep the lies going. Act Two, Conning the Conman. Nancy Updike reports on a federal sting operation and how it caught Conman by setting up a con of its own. Act Three, Edipus Hex. The little kid tries to get rid of his own father with a very, very unlikely plan. Stay with us. This message comes from Wise, the app for doing things in other currencies. Send, spend, or receive money internationally, and always get the real-time mid-market exchange rate with no hidden fees.

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It's just American Life, act 1. The sun never sets in the Moosewood restaurant. This is the story of two young people who, for a period in their lives, in their search to figure out who they were, pretended to be people who they were not. We're going to hear from Sean Cole and from Joel Lovelle. We're going to start with Sean. Today's show is a rerun. This was recorded years ago. These days, Sean is a producer here at our show. Sean grew up in a small town in Massachusetts, a town that was approximately 3,350 miles from London.

It was second nature. It was first nature. To To this day, I have trouble saying, Oh, I faked an accent for two years. I mean, I had an accent for two years.

Sean, could I just ask you to take a deep breath and describe for me what you had for lunch today, or perhaps for breakfast this morning in as close to the accent that you can-As close as I can?

Yeah. Okay. I'm going to take a sip of water here. Well, Ira, I had a salad I had it at the Boston House of Pancakes or a Pizza, rather.

What was the beverage?

It was a snapple, just lemon-flaved. I don't really like the peach.

Joe Lovell's story began when he left a working class town where he grew up in upstate New York. His parents owned a liquor store in a small town. He was the first member of his family to go to college. It was an especially big deal because he got into an Ivy League school, Cornell.

It was one of those first days of college when you spend a lot of time. Everybody moves in hordes and you spend a lot of time in each other's dorm rooms. There were about, I don't know, 10 or 11 of us in this one guy's room. We were just sitting around eating pizza and talking, and people were talking about where they were from and what their parents did and stuff like that. There was one guy whose dad was a doctor for the Knicks. There was another guy whose father was an elected representative from New York State. Then this other guy whose father was on the world court, literally was a member of the world court. Oh, my. It suddenly seemed like this incredibly impressive group to me. They seemed just worldly in ways that they was just beyond my wildest imagination and worldly beyond on what I am now, frankly. I remember sitting there at the time thinking, Oh, my God, I'm so out of my league here. Then completely unplanned, I suddenly said, as a slice of pizza was passed to me, this pizza with sausage on top of it, I said, I can't take that because my parents are vegetarians.

Everybody in the room turned and looked at me because it wasn't even as if I said, Well, I'm a I'm not a vegetarian, but I said, My parents are vegetarians. There's a puzzled look on everybody in the room. I said, Well, and I am, too. I've never eaten meat. I'm not entirely... Well, I have some ideas now about why I said that, but at the time, I had no idea what I was saying. It was like suddenly I'd become possessed, and I had to think of something to say about myself that seemed interesting. In vegetarianism was the thing that I chose.

Now, did you tell people that you were actually from England?

No. No. Never that I was from Britain, but in a way that I was British. There was a real distinction there for me. I'd taken it on. I was culturally British now.

Well, I think what it was is I think I did some calculus that took a nanosecond in my head, and I thought, I can't actually lie about what my parents do. But I think the connections that I was making were this, that somehow, because I was from this town in the sticks, if my folks were vegetarians, then the whole history that that suggested was that they were these leftist academic radicals who had dropped out of society and gone back to the land. I was living in this bumpkin town in upstate New York. My folks were living some life that was driven by their political philosophy rather than... I was just a who grew up in upstate New York.

I did the old kid thing of wishing that my real British parents would come and tell me I was adopted and take me back to London.

I'm sitting there in the room and all these guys are looking at me and they're like, Dude, what do you eat? And suddenly I realized in that moment how little I knew about vegetarianism. I tried to be a real vague about it. We eat salads and lentils. I remember saying lentils a lot.

There was a gap, certainly in my education, because I would be using words that Americans just don't use. Instead of saying drug store, I would say chemist. I would try my best to remember to say I'd have a bonnet instead of hood or boot instead of trunk, but I often couldn't.

On the meal plan, I ended up eating a lot of big piles of iceberg lettuce and chicken, chickpeas.

During that time, would you find yourself sneaking to go to get meat somewhere?

Yeah, definitely. At first, I would go really far from campus in order to have a BLT. There was this There's this diner downtown in Ithaca, and it felt incredibly illicit. I'd be sitting there and I'd have some reading material or something with me, and I'd be the lonely guy in my booth. I would order the BLT, and I would watch it coming from across the room with its toothpick in the top of it and a side of French fries with this meat gravy on top. When it landed on the table, it would just seem like this incredibly wonderful moment when you're doing something just totally unlike what anybody would expect of you.

I was nobody. I was living in an extremely small all rural town in the middle of nowhere. It was, I guess, in a way, this was my way of traveling in a way and of being somebody and of achieving an identity. Which I guess I didn't feel like I had. I didn't feel like I... I'm just really realizing this now. But I guess I didn't feel as though I had anything that made me up.

What I realized fairly quickly is that if this is going to be believable, I actually have to... Well, I have to believe in it. But I also began to not only believe, but really take on as my persona all of the stuff that I imagine was associated with the vegetarianism.

What?

Well, certain political convictions and ways of dress.

I wore ripped jeans and I wore combat boots, but I also wore a stage jacket that you would see in a community theater production of Hamlet?

Yeah, I bought sandals. I very specifically remember going down to this thrift store in downtown Ithaca and buying a pair of fatigue shorts, which just seemed like I might as well have been Che Guevara at that point. As far as I was concerned, I was a dangerous leftist.

Did you, at any point during this, find yourself in the following argument where you would say, I've never had a hamburger, and somebody would insist, Oh, you must have had meat at some point. And then you had to argue your side?

Yeah, definitely. It wasn't pretty. And of course, I had grown up Just to put this in context for a second, if you don't mind. Not only had I had hundreds of hamburgers and gone to the McDonald's drive-through hundreds of times, but the counterpoint situation that I always think about when I remember this time is that when I was a senior in high school, my family, for time-saving reasons, decided that a great thing to do would be to go to Arby's Roast Beef. I don't know if you have those in Chicago. I think they're countrywide. My dad and I would go to Arby's on, say, a Thursday afternoon or something, or after I got out of school. We would go in there and we would buy 48 Arby's roast beef sandwiches. They would put them in this cardboard in this cardboard box, and we would bring home this this giant box full of those tinfoil-covered Arby's roast beef sandwiches, and we would stuff them in our freezer. We would freeze the Arby's roast beef sandwiches, and then we would have them there. Buns and all? Buns and all, yeah. We would have them there as ready-made snacks whenever we might want one.

That's the mediaating that my family was engaged.

The other thing was that I had these run-ins with doubting my British identity. Oh, really? Yeah, as though it were slipping away. I would really go nuts at that point. There was one time when I There was one time it would happen at home. I was at home and I was like, Oh, my God, I have to do something. I have to affirm my devotion. I think, well, I know. I opened up the window and I psyched myself to do it. I was like, Oh, man, if I don't do this, it won't come back. I opened up the window and then I screamed. This is in the middle of the night or 10:00 at night. I screamed, I love England, and of course, in a British accent, outside the window.

Then you felt better? You felt like you had reasserted yourself?

I felt It felt like I had done something, at least.

For England?

Yeah, I had fortified my Britishness.

I would find myself in these conversations where people were saying, You've never had a McDonald's hamburger? What American, 18-year-old American, has never had a hamburger from McDonald's?

Quite a legitimate question, I would add.

Absolutely. I would say, Yeah, I've just never had one. They scare I would talk about the ways. I would make up these stories about how I'd come close a couple of times, how a friend of mine in high school had bought me a Big Mac, and there I was sitting on the front seat of his car, and I almost ate it and then couldn't bring myself to do it. There was all this drama that I lied about. My mom and dad came down to visit for Parents Weekend, and they were really proud that I was going there and really excited to come down, and they came down to visit.

Really proud because you were the first generation to go to college. You made it into this Ivy League school. It was a big, big deal.

Right, Exactly. They drove down from Camilla's, which is between an hour and an hour and a half. They came down. In that week leading up to parents' weekend, everybody's talking about their parents coming and everybody's making reservations at restaurants, where to eat on Saturday night, and everybody's planning on taking their parents to the football game on Saturday during the day. It suddenly occurred to me this real panic set in that my parents would come down and we would go to a football game and my dad would buy a hot dog, and somebody across the field would see Mr. Lovell eating a hot dog, and then, of course, the cat would be out of the bag.

And so I thought, I've got to make a reservation at a restaurant at some place, either A, where nobody else's parents will be or at a vegetarian restaurant.

And so what I did was make a reservation at the Moosewood restaurant, which is in Ithaca. There's the Moosewood cookbooks that are out.

Vegetarian cookbooks.

Exactly, yeah. And it's this nice little vegetarian restaurant in Ithaca, in a slightly famous place. But then we got there and I remember sitting down at the table in the Moosewood. The bowls are these carved wooden bowls. I mean, everything about it feels like a vegetarian restaurant.

And not just a vegetarian restaurant, but a cartoon of a vegetarian restaurant.

Exactly. I was looking at my parents across the table, and they were dressed up and they were excited to be coming down. I could tell my dad was sitting there and perusing the menu and thinking, Well, maybe this lentil salad will be good. Or or whatever. I could tell he was sitting there thinking, jeez, I just drove an hour and a half. All I want is a steak and a baked potato and a beer. There I was bringing them here. But they were so game about it. They were so willing to go along with it because For some reason, they thought I really wanted to bring them there. I just thought, jeez, these people, my parents, have really given up a lot for me to come there. I mean, financially, they were really stretching themselves, and we were taking out all sorts of loans, all those things that people do in order to go to college. They never complained once about doing it. They just wanted to come down and see me there and feel proud that I was there. I was of hiding them out in this vegetarian restaurant. I felt so bad about it afterwards.

They never once complained. They went home, and I imagine them stopping at a Hardees just outside of Ithaca and getting a burger as soon as they say goodbye. But after that, I just thought, jeez, I got to find some way to come clean about this.

I mean, is it okay if your child decides to express himself in an alternate personality for a period of two years?

I think there's... It's funny. I never thought I would say this, but I think there's nothing wrong with that. I never thought I would say it because I wish that I hadn't done it now. But maybe I learned something from doing it. I mean, I think that that is You know, par for the course. Now, I think that's part of growing up.

I think it was probably necessary for me at that time in my life. Because it gave you more confidence. Yeah. And there was some bridge that this allowed me to cross.

Joe Levelle and Sean Cole. Joe Lovell is the executive editor of a podcast company called Pineapple Street Media, and an actual vegetarian these days.

Sean Cole works in public radio.

Indeed, he does. He's one of the producers of our program.

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♪ Back to, Conning the Conman. The American legal system, for the most part, does not uphold the principle of eye for an eye. If you steal somebody's car, the judge does not steal your car in return. If they catch you selling weed, they do not sell weed to you as your punishment. But if you're in the business of running scams, authorities catch you by running a scam on you. This is the story of a conman who made millions by fouling people over the phone until he was the one who got fooled. Nancy Epdike reports.

The guy's name is David Diamond. That's his actual name. He was one of the most successful salesmen in one of the longest running telemarketing scams in Los Angeles history.

David Diamond was a salesman at a Boiler Room.

This is Dale Sokowitch. He's been a federal Trade Commission investigator for 29 years. He's the one who busted Diamond.

He was living in a very expensive home up in the hills in Woodland Hills. He drove a custom Porsche Carrera that he had shipped over here by airplane from Germany, from the factory. They lived very high on the hog.

David Diamond was just one of a whole bunch of guys making money hand over fist in an operation in Southern California that was basically running the same scam over and over under different names for seven years. It was an investment scheme. Give us your money and we'll put it into this great 900 number business or this online shopping network or this hot new Internet service provider. Needless to say, no one ever made a dime except the people running this scam who cleared $40 million. Since Diamond was one of the operations top salesmen, He made $2 million in commissions in just four years on the job. He got 30% of whatever he talked a person into investing. That means he personally conned people out of more than $6 million. The FTC caught Diamond and the others in the operation, essentially by conning the conmen. They had volunteers pose as dupes and record their phone calls. Because the FTC brought a case against the operation Diamond worked in, some of those recordings are now part of the public record. I got Dale Sokowitch to listen to the tapes with me and talk about David Diamond and the FBI volunteer who caught him.

The woman on the tape, I can't tell you her real name, but she uses the alias of Marge. She assumed the identity of a person who is named Marge. Marge was a real person who we in law enforcement and who people in the telemarketing business refer to as a mooch. A mooch is someone who will essentially buy anything from anybody who calls her on the telephone. In fact, she did over a number of years. She spent hundreds of thousands of dollars.

The real Marge.

The real Marge spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on bogus prize promotions, investments, gold coins, you name it. So the FBI went to Marge and said, We really think that we need to take your telephone number away from you because it's being used to ruin your life. So once Marge agreed to that, her telephone number was installed in the home of an FBI volunteer. And that volunteer, every time that phone line rang, the Marge line, that volunteer would pick up that telephone and answer it and pose as Marge.

Marge? Yes. It's David Diamond. How are you?

Oh, I'm okay.

It's warm here.

Yeah? I sent you off a video and a package.

Yes, I have it.

Okay. The video is with regards to Mark Erickson. Mark Erickson is the person who is heading up the program. Yes. And he is very successful in taking upstart companies and making them successful. You've probably heard of Hard Copy, the original producer of Hard Copy.

I've heard of it, yes.

Okay.

You're smiling as you listen to this. What are you smiling about?

Well, I'm smiling because it's been a while since I've heard Marge, and she sounds so old and so fragile and such an easy Mark, when in fact, she's this sharp FBI informant, and she doesn't look as old as she sounds. Trust me. So that's one aspect of it. The other aspect is this whole Mark Erickson thing.

Yeah. Is he a real person?

Mark Erickson is a real person. He was named in our lawsuit.

And was he an original producer of Hard Copy? No.

He was a segment producer and on the air reporter for Hard Copy for a brief period of time.

And is this typical of the cons in the tapes that you've heard that they'll try to associate what they're selling with a legitimate business or organization or television show, something that people have heard of.

Exactly. They want to make this, yeah, something people can relate to.

Here's the thing. You have to invest everything you've got or do nothing at all. I'll say that again. You should invest everything you have. You should transfer all of your investments into this program or do nothing. It doesn't make sense to do just a little bit. You should think about doing a million dollars in this program.

I don't know.

That's a lot of money.

You need to liquidate every nickel you've gotten. You either want to be in this situation, you either want to be in this situation wholeheartedly and upgrade your investments or you don't. My suggestion is just do the whole thing?

Well, I would never liquidate everything I have.

My question is, why not?

Because there's always gambles and anything like this.

Anything like What?

Well, any investment like this.

This? What does that mean?

Well, anything you invest in, there's always a gamble. Now, I want to ask you, you told me once that you thought he sounded nervous on this tape. And in this part where she's saying an investment like this, and he's questioning her, well, what do you mean like this? I wonder, do you have any sense that he's suspicious that she might know what he's up to? I mean, do they know that volunteers are out there trying to trap them, posing as dupes? No.

Since we talked about this tape last, I actually had a revelation that came to me as to why. I listened to over 40 individual tapes of David Diamond, conversations with Marge and conversations with others over the course of about a year. One of the things when you've listened to all of them, you find that David, in the earlier part of that year, was much more sweet and cautious and trying to bond with these women and patient, and sometimes we'd spend an hour on the phone with them. The tape would be an hour long. But this tape was made towards the very end of that year period, probably within a week or two of our raid. Having gone in on the raid and searched David Diamond's desk that day, I came to realize that David Diamond was starting to question whether he wanted to do this anymore. He was starting to really have some concerns about-Moral concerns? Moral concerns about what they were doing. And I believe that in these last couple of weeks, and it's shown in this tape, he was becoming a little bit desperate. He wanted to make a couple of more big hits, and he just couldn't figure out why this woman wasn't going to write him a check.

So he started getting frustrated, and it comes out in his voice.

What evidence did you see that he was starting to have moral quambs about what he was doing?

David had become born There were religious tracks all over his office and posters on his wall.

Just recently.

I don't know exactly what the time frame was. We do know that he had given a lot of the money that he had made to his church. We believe that a lot of that was a self-imposed penance, that he could justify what he was doing because he was giving, he was tithing this money that he was taking these poor victims into his church.

If $30,000 is what you made on every $5,000, and you put $50,000 in this program, that's $300,000 return. That's why I'm telling you, you need to do a million dollars in this program.

I don't know.

I would never put that much in, in any program.

Do you have an obligation to yourself as an investor to make the most amount of money possible?

Well, at my age, it's really not that... What do I want to say? I have enough to live on for the rest of my life.

I understand. But is it still in your best interest to make the most amount of money possible if you could find to do it as safely as possible?

It's my obligation not to lose what I have.

Correct. But it's also your obligation to keep your money working for the people. Otherwise, what's the point?

When I heard this part of the tape, even though I knew that this particular woman was not getting conned, that she was in fact conning him and trapping him, I started to get so angry because I was thinking, he is really trying to take all of this old woman's money, all of it. She's saying, I have enough to live on. He's saying, You have an obligation to make more. Do you ever hear things like that and just get angry, even though you know that she's in on the con, on the joke?

Every time I hear these pitches, I'm outraged because I am the person that spoke to people who really did send David Diamond tens of thousands of dollars that consisted of their life savings and now don't have any money to even buy groceries. I've interviewed them. I've seen them sob. Yeah, it makes me very angry.

And what recourse do they have?

Slim and none.

We have public companies that want to take you public. So if you've got a public company, it's past judgment. It's not even me talking anymore. If Mark Erickson wants to do business with you, it's not even me talking anymore. You have the ability to make an absolute fortune. And it doesn't make sense not to have every nickel you've got in this particular program. That's why I said, it's an emergency investment situation, and you should do at least 50 to 100, 150 units while you have the opportunity.

Well, how much are you investing in this?

I'm not investing anything in this. My investment comes in the time they put with my client.

Yes.

Right. And the fact that when they make money, they reinvest with me. Right. That's the whole point You were smiling again when she said, How much are you investing?

I mean, is she just screwing around with him?

Of course, she's playing with him. Yeah. I mean, she's trained to ask him those kinds of questions so that he responds with a misrepresentation.

But that doesn't sound like it's part of the script. That just sounds like her being mean in a delicious way. Oh, no.

I think what we were trying to do, or her handler was trying to do, was get her to get him to say, Oh, yeah, I'm in it, and I've got my mother and my grandmother in it, and I'm putting away money for my child's education with it, because then we could show later that he hadn't.

Did you ever talk to Marge about what it's like to do this? Do they ever have fun just thinking, I'm He's turning the tables on this guy. He has no idea.

I wish I could answer the question. I've never spoken to them. I'd love to get the answer to that myself. I'd like to ask that question myself. I think they get a lot of personal satisfaction, though.

How often do you get a chance to catch a bad guy as just a regular civilian? Yeah, exactly.

I do it, too. I tape people using an alias in cases that I work.

And is it fun?

I love it. I love to get these people to tell me stuff. It's like acting. There's a rush.

The rush of a con, the pleasure of it, is knowing that you have more power than the person you're conning. You know more. You know that it's a con. And let's face it, given the choice between being the mark and being the conman, nobody's going to choose to be the mark. But the problem is, the more confidence you have in your own con, the more easily you become a mark yourself. Conmen get taken by other conmen all the time. There just seems to be something about the particular arrogance of always being on the knowing side of the con that makes for a really, really good mark.

Nancy Updeg is one of the producers of our program. In the year since we first broadcast this episode, Today's show is a rerun. Dale Szekevich, the FTC investigator who busted David Dimon, has died. Coming up, a child tries to fix his own family by harnessing the most powerful force that exists anywhere. That's in a minute from Chicago Bubble Radio when our program continues. This is American Life in My World Class. Each week in our program, of course, we choose a theme, bringing you a variety of different kinds of stories on that theme, today's show, Hoaxing Yourself. Stories of people who are fooling themselves. Sometimes that is a side effect of trying to fool others. Sometimes they just don't know better and pin their hopes and beliefs on something that is simply not true at all. We've arrived at act three of our show, act three, Edipus Hex. Shalom Al-Slander tells this story, which happened to him when he was a boy in one of those ultra-Orthodox Jewish religious schools called Yeshivas. I wanted to listen to that, although this story is about a little boy? In the story, the dad is not so nice to his kids, which might not be a thing that little kids will enjoy hearing at all.

So take that under advisement. Here's Shalom.

Rabbi Breyer walked into our third-grade classroom, hung up his long black coat, took off his big black hat, and handed each student a small black booklet entitled The Guide to Blessings. We had one week, he told us, to prepare for the annual Yeshiva of Spring Valley, Blessing Bee. My heart leapt. This was just what my mother needed. The blessing bee would make her forget all the troubles of our home. To have a son who's a Talmar Khakham, a wise student, that was the ultimate. Her brother was a respected rabbi, and if her husband couldn't be one, well, maybe her son could be. The Guide to Blessings was a 70-page long listing of hundreds of different foods: soups, breads, fish, desserts. I flipped through it, slowly realizing the size of the challenge that lay ahead. Falafel, herring, eggplant parmesan? I had my work cut out for me. Friday afternoons, the Yeshiva closed early so that we could all rush home to help our parents prepare for Shabbat, the Sabbath. Rabbi Breyer told us that the sages tell us that the Torah tells us that the preparation for Shabbat is equal to the importance of Shabbat itself.

Most of my preparations involved searching the house for kosher wine and pouring it down the toilet. It was a thankless job, I admitted to nobody. My father's frustrated rage at not having his Manishevitz Concord grape was fearsome, but it was far better than his drunken rage if he did have it. I'd search the pantry, I'd search the garage, I'd search my father's closet. But I was only eight years old, and there was always a bottle of Kedem I'm hiding somewhere I just hadn't thought to check. That night, my father, drunk on a bottle of blessed Shebbli that got away, grabbed my older brother by his shirt collar and dragged him away from the Shabbat table. He dragged him all the way down the stairs to our bedroom in the basement and slam the door shut. Even the silverware jumped. Who wants the last matza ball? My mother asked. I made extra. When my brother returned to the table, his nose was bleeding. My mother brought him a can of frozen orange juice to hold against the back of his neck, which was supposed to somehow stop the bleeding. Rabbi Breyer taught us that it is prohibited to defrost orange juice on Shabbat because changing food from solid to liquid is considered cooking, and cooking is considered working, and even God refrained from working on Shabbat.

There are 39 different categories of work that are prohibited on Shabbat. That's also why you're not allowed to switch on lights on Shabbat. The electricity causes the the limit to glow, which is considered burning, which is considered working. Category number 2. My father came back to the table and drunkenly sang a few Shabbat songs, fudging the words and banging heavily on the table with his fist. I sat hunched over, absentmindedly drawing circles on the condensation that had formed on the silver water pitcher. My father slapped my hand. Shabbat, he shouted. Writing Category number 5. Eventually, he stumbled off to his bedroom and fell asleep, snoring loudly. We sat in the dining room and picked glumly at our food. The following Monday morning, as we all sat studying from our blessing books, there was a knock on rabbi Breyers' classroom door, and rabbi Greenbaum, the Yeshiva principle, solemnly entered. We all rose. The two rabbis conferred quietly for a moment before signaling all to be seated. After a few thoughtful strokes of his long black beard, rabbi Greenbaum sighed deeply and informed us that the night before, our classmate of Romy Grunbaum's father had suffered a heart attack and died.

Some kids have all the luck. 'Blessed is the one true judge, ' said R. Breyer, nodding his head. 'Blessed is the one true judge, ' we all answered, nodding our heads. I wondered what Mr. Grunbaum might have done to deserve death. Did he bow down to Did he walk four steps without his Yamaka on? Whatever it was, it must have been pretty bad. As R. Grunbaum turned to leave, he paused, and with a stern shake of his finger, reminded us all that the sages tell us, that the Torah tells us, that until the age of 13, all of a boy's sins are ascribed to his father. I turned to look at Avromi's empty chair. Avromi was a chubby kid with heavy orthodontia and foul breath, but a sudden respect for him grew inside me. I wondered what he might have done to cause his father's death. Whatever it was, it must have been pretty bad. Scoweling fiercely, rabbi Greenbaum advised each and every one of us to pray to Hashem, the Holy one blessed be he, for forgiveness so that he wouldn't kill our fathers too. My heart leapt. 'Blessed is Hashem, ' he said.

'Blessed is Hashem, ' we answered. 'Blessed is Hashem was right. All of a sudden, I had two ways I could save my family. I could win the blessing be for my mother, or I could sin so much, Hashem would have to kill my father. Courageous Avrammi Grunenbaum. Maybe one Shabbat night, he had switched on a light. Maybe he drank milk after eating meat. Maybe he touched himself. That night, just before bed, I ate a drumstick, washed it down with some milk, touched myself, and flicked the bedroom light on and off. Break those lights and I'll break your hands, my father shouted. It was going to be a busy week. The blessing bee worked the same way as a spelling bee. There are six basic blessings on food. Ha Mozi, the blessing for bread, mizonos, the blessing for wheat, ha Geffen, the blessing for wine or grape juice, ha Eitz, the blessing for things that grow from trees, haedama, the blessing for things that grew from the earth, and shahako, the blessing for everything else. Bagel, hamozi, oatmeal, mizonos, gefiltefish, shahako, the blessing for everything else. But that was the easy part. Things became much more complicated when you started combining foods.

Some foods are superior to other foods, and in combination with subordinate foods, the superior food gets the blessing. To make matters worse, some blessings are superior to other blessings, and you had to know which blessing to recite first. This is where they separated the men from the gois. Spaghetti and meatballs, Mizonos, the wheat blessing, then shahako, the everything else blessing. Cereal with milk, shahako for the milk, then Mizonos for the wheat and the cereal. Twix, the chocolate candy with the cookie crunch? Trick question. Twix isn't kosher. I spent the next week sinning and blessing, and blessing and sinning, alternately praising God and then defying him as much as one eight-year-old possibly could. Monday morning, I stuffed myself. I had a bowl of fruity pebbles, mizonos, a slice of toast, a mozi, a glass of juice, shahako, half an apple, ha ets, and a couple of old French fries I found at the bottom of the fridge, ha dama. One meal, five blessings. Tuesday, I touched myself. I also partook of bread without first ceremoniously washing my hands. And that evening, before going to sleep, I sat on the edge of my bed and carefully recited, 'E' and 'Ass' a dozen times Beach.

My father banged angrily on my bedroom door. Lights out, he barked. I smiled. For you and me both, pal. Wednesday, I stole $5 for my mother and didn't reside any blessings at all on the bag full of candy that I bought with it. A Charleston shoe, which is trafed to begin with, and a Chunky, which would have been a shahakoal if I weren't trying to kill my father. A Chunky with raisins, Shehako, then a Eitz. Thursday, I didn't wear tzitzis. Rabbi Breyer noticed that the strings weren't dangling from my sides and grabbed me by the ear and pulled me to the front of the class. 'Spe to the children of Israel, ' he quoted loudly from the Torah as he spanked me hard on my bottom, and tell them to make tzitzis on the corners of their garments. That afternoon, after not respecting my elders by taking up the garbage like my mother had told me to, I touched myself and silently beg God to just this once credit those sins to Reverend Breyers' account. Later, I defiled a prayer book by carrying it into the bathroom. The blessing be was the following morning, and I could barely sleep.

Lental soup, Mizzonos. Potato Knish, Hadamma. Root beer, is it a root? Is it a beer? Ass. I tossed and turned, I blessed and cursed, and finally I fell into an uncomfortable sleep. After a week at home, Avrammi Grunabam conveniently returned to school just in time for the blessing be. It was all I could do to not lean over and ask him how he did it. Psst. 'Avrammi, tell me. Was it lobster? Did you eat lobster? ' Rabbi Brian told us that the sages tell us that the Torah tells us that when Abraham died, Hashem comforted Isaac. We learn from this that it is a tremendous mitzvah or good deed to comfort the bereaved. Rabbi Brian instructed us all to line up at Avrammi's desk to shake his hand and excite the traditional mourners' consolation. May Hashem comfort you among the mourners of Zion. Being Just eight years old, I wasn't entirely familiar with Hashem's system, but it occurred to me that, along with all my sins, my Father might also be getting all my mitzvahs. I wasn't taking any chances. Soon it was my turn in line. How's it going? I said to Avrammi. Reverend Breier pinched me.

How, I screamed. Schmendrick, he grumbled. After the last boy had asked Hashem to comfort Avrammi among the mourners of Zion, rabbi briar smacked his desk loudly. The blessing be began. We lined up at the back of the classroom, nervously pulling on our tzitzis and twirlling our paus. The rules were simple. Name the correct blessing and remain standing for the next round. Name the wrong blessing and you take your seat. Last year's winner, Yucasiel Zalman Yehuda Schneck, stood beside me. He leaned calmly against the wall, mindlessly picking his nose. 'Ouslander Shalom, ' called out rabbi Brian. I stepped forward. 'Apple, ' he shouted. 'Apple, ' I called out. 'Ha'ates, the blessing for food from trees. 'Correct, rabbi Brian said. The blessing bee usually started off pretty easy. David Borgon got tuna, shahako, the everything else blessing. Ari Mishinsky got Matza, Homozi, the blessing for bread. And Avi Tuckman got stuck with kugel, which he thought was adama, food from the earth, but was really mizonos, the blessing on wheat. Three other kids got taken out by oatmeal. Borst with sour cream claimed two others. And by the end of the first round, almost a third of the students were already back in their seats.

Round two. Auslander Shalom, called rabbi Breyer. I stepped forward. Mushroom barley soup, he shouted. Mushroom Barley soup, mushroom Barley soup. Damn, I knew I should have studied the chapter on soups more. I'd wasted half the week on entrees. Was it had dama on the mushrooms, which came from the earth? Or was it Mizonos on the barley? Maybe it was shahako, the everything else blessing on the soup. Mushroom barley soup, I called out. Mizonos. Rabbi Brian Brian Breyer tugged on his beard, his eyes narrowing into angry little slits. And shahako, I added. Reverend Breyard triumphantly smacked his desk, signaling that I was correct. Apple strudel took out David Borgan, Yoa Levine, and Shlomo Pomerantz. My friend Mutti Greenberg got stuck with cheesecake, and I could tell just by the expression on his face that he had absolutely no idea. He wisely offered two answers, one for thin crust and one for thick, and somehow managed to stay alive. It was hard to believe this was only round two. Avrammi stepped forward. I smiled at Mutti. Avrammi may have killed his father, but he wasn't very bright, and he never did well at these things. He was lucky to even be in the second round at all.

Bagel, shouted rabbi Brian, Bagel. I looked at Mutti in disbelief. Was he kidding? Bagel? Bagel, called out Avrammi. Homozi. This was bull. Correct, shouted rabbi Brian. Very good. And Phriam Greenblatt, Avrammi Epstein, and Joel Frankl all got out on chalant with barley and large pieces of meat, while chopped liver on khala with a slice of lettuce and a bit of olive, took out four more, including Mati. And then there were three. It was just Yucca Seal Zalmon Yehuda Schneck, Avrammi Grunenbaum, and me. Round three began. Auslander Shalom, called out rabbi Breyer. I stepped forward. Ice cream, shouted rabbi Breyer. In a cone. Ice cream in a cone, ice cream in a cone. I knew ice cream, but why would he add the cone? Was there something different if it was in a cone? What was an ice cream cone made of anyway? Was it cake? Was it a wafer? Ice cream in a cone, rabbi Brianer shouted. Is the ice cream subordinate to the cone, or is it the cone subordinate to the ice cream? If it's a sugar cone, maybe you really desire the cone. Ice cream in a cone, rabbi Brianer shouted again.

I had no choice. Ice cream in a cone, I called out. No blessing. Everyone in the classroom turned to face me. Looking back on the whole episode, Rebi Breyer had really left me no choice. No blessing, said Reverend Breyer. Why no blessing? Because, I explained, nervously twirling my tzitzis. Because? Because the room smells like duty. There was a long silence. Mati giggled and others followed. Rabbi Breyer slowly rose to his feet, his thick fist pushing themselves into the desktop. It may have been a loophole, but technically speaking, I was correct. Rabbi Breyer himself had told us that our sages tell us that the Torah tells us that there are three situations in which one is absolutely prohibited from reciting a blessing. One, while facing a male over the age of nine years old whose genitals are showing. Two, while facing a female over the age of three years old whose genitals are showing. And three, in the presence of feces. Frankly, given the other two options, I think I chose the least offensive answer. For a big man, Reverend Breyer moved pretty quickly. It's true, I said as he barreled toward me. The Torah says that he grabbed me roughly by my arm, lifting me clear off the ground and dragged me towards the door, shouting angrily in Yiddish the whole time.

But it smells like duty, I yelled. The room smells like duty. Wait, there's a There's a naked girl in the room. There's a naked girl. The door slammed shut behind me. I stood in the hallway and rubbed my bruised arm. I began to cry. The blessing bee was lost. I was not a great rabbi. And my father was still not dead. I tiptoed toward the classroom door and listened closely. Two minutes later, you could see Al Zalman Yehuda fish neck fell victim to matzer bri with maple syrup, and the last man standing was a Romy Grunenbaum. Apples, called out Romy Breyer. Apples, a Romy, answered. Ha-ates. Mazel tov, called out Romy Breyer. Mazel tov, love. Total bull. That night, we had the traditional Friday night gefiltefish, shahakol, with a little slice of carrot, ha-dama. My father was drunk again, singing Shabbat songs, fudging the words and banging heavily on the table with his fist. My mother went into the kitchen and brought out the soup. When my brother said he didn't want any, my father slapped him, pushed him over backward onto the floor, and poured the hot chicken soup onto his face. My mother took my brother into the bathroom and sat with him on the edge of the bathtub, pressing a cold washcloth against his cheeks, and I went back to the dining room to wipe the chicken soup off the floor.

Chicken soup is a shehakhal, even if it is cooked with vegetables, since chicken is the dominant taste in the soup. Abba Breyar told us that the sages tell us that the Torah tells us that the Holy One blessed be he sent the Egyptians 10 plagues in order to teach us that he gives people many chances to repent. And only then, if they still continue to sin, does he punish them with death. I went downstairs to my bedroom, took four steps without my yamuk on, touched myself, flicked the lights off and on, and fell asleep.

Jilal Masshinder, he's the author of many great books. The story appears in his memoir, Forskins's Lament. His most recent book is called Fee, a Memoir.

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