Rabbi Yael Splansky’s Address at the Mayor’s Pre-Passover Reception
March 30, 2026
Thank you, Mayor Chow and City Councillors, Rabbis and Community Leaders, for this gathering in anticipation of Pesach, our Festival of Freedom.
Today, I come from Holy Blossom Temple, Toronto’s first synagogue, founded in 1856. Today, I come to these hallowed halls with memories of a man I never knew. His name was Max Enkin. He was a great Canadian. He loved Toronto. He loved the Jewish People. He served Holy Blossom as Temple President and lifelong advisor. He was small in stature, I’m told, but a giant in the power of persuasion.
When Max became aware of the rise of antisemitism in Europe and the gates to Canada were locked shut, he banged on every door and every table in City Hall, in Queens Park, on Parliament Hill – and even he could not move the government to act, to make way for European Jewry to come to Canadian shores before the shadows overtook them.
After WWII, after 1 million Canadians had put on the uniform and made noble sacrifices to fight back the global tyranny of that time, Max Enkin – once again — banged on every door and every table. This time, to make the case that bringing Jewish survivors, the remnant of European Jewry, to Canada would be good for Canada. He made the case that Canada’s garment industry was suffering without enough skilled labour. This time, Max’s message was heard, and off he went with Canadian Immigration Officials to the Displaced Persons camps of Germany. He said to them, “I am Max Enkin. I own a factory in Toronto, and we are in need of tailors. Who here is a tailor and would like to come to work in Canada?” And all the hands went up. That is how 2500 Holocaust survivors and their families came to Canadian cities, like Toronto and Montreal. They worked hard, and their many descendants are now proud Canadians, too. This Tailor Project was celebrated at Holy Blossom in 2019 with Prime Minister Trudeau.
I tell you this story, because I fear that – for 5 years or so – we have been politely knocking on every door and now we are banging on every table and begging for help. I tell you this story today with trepidation, because I fear that whatever got in the way of the “good government” in Max Enkin’s time – politics, budgets, red tape – are keeping us from doing what is right and necessary TODAY.
The matter is urgent. Last week’s edition of The Atlantic featured an article, “Canada’s Polite Pogrom,” by Canadian journalist Jesse Brown, who reports that there are more attacks on synagogues in Canada than in any other country in the world! God help us. And two weeks ago, The Globe and Mail reported that Canada’s (ITAC) Integrated Threat Assessment Centre has assessed that a violent extremist attack against the Canadian Jewish community is a “realistic possibility” within the next six months. God help us. In less than ten years, Toronto has gone from the world’s greatest city for a Jewish family to make a home to one of the world’s most dangerous. We know that when hate is tolerated, it grows. We know too well that when hateful words go unchecked, they lead to hateful acts.
Toronto is in trouble. Canada is in trouble. WE are in trouble.
And only government can govern.
We are grateful for how you, Mayor Chow, have invested significantly in the recruitment and training of Toronto Police. Every time I walk past the police car in the parking lot of my synagogue, I say the same thing: “I wish we didn’t need you so much, but we need you. And so, I thank you.” And I can say the same to you, Mayor Chow and City Council: “I wish the Jewish community of your city didn’t need your protection, but we do.”
We are grateful for the government grants we receive to help defend ourselves from those who wish us harm, but they are often difficult to access, slow in coming, and only a fraction of the true cost of what is required to keep us safe. Moreover, we do not want to build our synagogues and schools to be fortresses! No other heritage community has to do this. No other religious group has to do this. It should not take an act of courage to go to pray. Isn’t this exactly what Religious Freedom, enshrined in our Charter of Rights and Freedoms, is meant to protect us from? It should not take an act of courage to drop your child off at school or at the Jewish Community Centre or to send them to summer camp. And yet…. Here we are. Torontonians can no longer say: “This isn’t us,” because this is exactly who we have allowed ourselves to become. In Toronto. In 2026. This is all of us.
Last week, my congregation hosted a Teaching Seder with the Christian-Jewish Dialogue of Toronto. 140 Christian Torontonians came to say: “We are with you. You are not alone.” The week before, my congregation hosted an Iftar Dinner, and 75 Muslim Torontonians came to say: “We are with you. We also want a more peaceful city.”
Soon we will sit down at our seder tables to tell the ancient story of the Exodus. We are instructed to tell the Exodus story in the most optimistic, future-facing way. We are to retell how we walked a physical journey from slavery to freedom (me-avdut l’cheirut). We are to retell how we pursued a spiritual journey from degradation to praise (me-g’nut lashevach).
How can we tell our story with confident optimism when the Jewish citizens of Toronto are under attack? How can we tell it honestly when our children are afraid? We can and we will, because this is what our tradition demands of us. We can and we will, because we still believe in this great city. We can and we will, because we still believe in this good country. We can and we will, because we still believe in “peace, order, and good government.” And in good citizenry, too.
I will conclude with the prayer we say every Shabbat in my congregation. It is a prayer for our country and for you, our elected leaders.
“We pray for all who serve in positions of leadership and responsibility
in our national life. Protect them as they aid and defend Your creation.
O God, inspire them to be responsive to Your will, so that Canada may
be to the world an example of justice and compassion. (And then the
prayer shifts and turns to us, ordinary citizens who also have a role
to play.) Deepen our love for our country and our desire to serve it.
Cause us to see clearly that the well-being of our nation is in the hands
of all its citizens. Keep our homes safe from affliction, strife, and war.”
Amen.




Today, the fullness of the life of Fred Zemans emerges again for us to honour and celebrate. Today, we reassign the dignity and esteem to the man, who earned it — mitzvah by mitzvah, small, sacred deed by small, sacred deed.
