by Daas Yochid
This past week’s AMI had a pretty fascinating interview with R Chaim Ausband about his father R Eizik. Now, R Eizik was a great Talmud Chacham, a Holocaust survivor, and a person dealing with his own personal traumas. That said, AMI should not have printed the following stories as evidence of greatness. These stories are not ok.
First:
“When my father was a young man, my mother once served him a meal. He gave no indication that anything was out of place; he simply sat there quietly until she finally realized that she had forgotten to give him a fork. He wouldn’t eat without a fork, so he said nothing, because in Kelm one doesn’t draw attention to what is missing. One doesn’t inconvenience the host. One doesn’t say ‘I need.’ One absorbs the discomfort quietly and moves on.
“Even when I was growing up, these seemed like strange hanhagos,” Rav Ausband says with a smile. “It wasn’t until I was much older that I understood that it was strange for the hamon am, regular Yidden. My father’s hanhagos were ones that people describe as belonging to truly great people.”
While it cha”v to critique R Eizik, nowadays, truly great people would gently request the fork. Today, such behavior is indicative of ‘silent treatment’. While R Eizik’s marriage and wife may have been perfectly ok with this, this behavior is not ok and certainly not a mussar lesson of not inconveniencing the host. (Obviously, it makes perfect sense for R’ Eizik’s son to justify this behavior in his head for himself. The critique is solely on AMI for printing it.)
He describes the Shabbos Seuda:
“There might have been the occasional exception,” Rav Chaim Mordechai reflects, “but as a general rule the Shabbos seudah in our home was kulo kodesh. It bore no resemblance to an ordinary weekday meal that most people are accustomed to.”
The structure was unvarying.
“My father would return home from yeshivah after Minchah and Maariv, take his place at the table and eat. My mother, a”h, would look at him and ask, ‘Nu, vos is der vort fun haynt—So what is today’s dvar Torah?’ That was the conversation. There was no schmoozing or devarim beteilim.”
While this may have worked out for R Eizik, this is horrible advice for modern chinuch. One’s shabbos seuda should have shmoozing. It should not have unvaried structure where the kids sit in silence and the father says a devar torah.
Worse, and this is the most troubling section of all:

