by Ronit Segev
The first English-language interview with Yoram Skolnik since his release from prison nearly 22 years ago.
His pure faith overcame a darkness that drives many to despair.
JUDEAN HILLS - It was Hanukkah. Which year, he can't remember - it was the late nineties in Israel - but the place he remembers all too well, and day after day he would pray that G-d would take him out of there and that some Hanukkah, some year, he would be able to rejoin his wife and little girl and light candles together, sing Hallel, play dreidel games, and enjoy latkes. But for now, thick walls separated them from him, and the people surrounding him were inmates and guards. He had been sentenced to Life.
Yoram Skolnik had requested a hanukkiyah in order to fulfill the mitzvah of the holiday, but prison officials had refused. In Hebrew, there is a word for the reason: staam. A reason that is no reason. Caprice. Officially, they said they feared he might make a bomb out of the candles. A bomb? Come on. The assertion was ridiculous and everyone knew it, but time after time the authorities wielded their power against religious inmates, particularly this one. They told him to build a hannukiyah by hollowing out potatoes, filling them with vegetable oil, and using scraps of linen as wicks. Yoram was incredulous and angry. This was Israel, the land of the Jews! And he'd have to make a hanukkiyah as Jews were forced to in the camps in Poland?