JNS: My Thoughts at the Funeral of Bernard Lewis
Bernard Lewis taught us how to think about issues—not what to think, which is common in academia today. He did not shy away from controversy and stood up for what he believed in. He was not impressed with titles, and he was available to talk to anyone open to discussions based on reason.
The stories that surround Bernard Lewis are the best way to understand his character and soul.
In Judaism, there are no coincidences, and it came to my mind that Lewis was born on Jerusalem Day (Iyar 28)—exactly 51 years before Israel reunited the capital city of Jerusalem in 1967--and died just days after the 51-year anniversary of Jerusalem Day, the very year the United States officially recognized Jewish sovereignty over its eternal capital.
Bernard Lewis first came to Israel between 1937-38, and it was one of the most moving moments in his life.
He had let me use his apartment in Israel he so deeply loved. I had arrived at 5 a.m. U.S. time and slept a bit, and then when driving later and knowing that he would still be up, called and thanked him. I said I was so tired, but that my soul was at peace here. He responded, “I know, I feel exactly the same when I’m there.”
He had wished to spend his last years in Israel, but it was not to be because of his poor health. Now, he has taken his last and eternal step into our land, to be buried in the soil he so deeply loved.
Please forgive me for anything that I might have done that upset you. May your soul be bound up among the souls of the living.