Matzav Inbox: A Nation in Deep Crisis

Matzav Inbox: A Nation in Deep Crisis
2025 September 4

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DISCLAIMER:

I did NOT write this article or any part of it.
I do NOT KNOW who wrote this article.
I just copied it exactly, from the Matzav Inbox.
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Dear Matzav Inbox,

We are watching Klal Yisroel unravel before our very eyes,
and instead of addressing the collapse,
everyone keeps pretending that all is fine.

It is not fine. It is not fine at all.

The system — the very structure that is supposed to uphold us,
guide us, protect us — has failed. Completely. Catastrophically.
And we are the ones paying the price.

Families are drowning in financial ruin. Tuition is sky-high,
rent and mortgages are crushing, food prices are unbearable,
and every simcha becomes a test to see if the baalei simcha
can make it to the finish line without having a heart attack.
And that is not an exaggeration.

Parents max out credit cards just to survive,
and the mosdos do not care — they claim
they are choking as much as the families choke.

Where is the compassion?
Where is the accountability? Nothing.

Our schools’ financials are in shambles.
Teachers, the lifeblood of our children’s chinuch,
are treated like beggars, underpaid and undervalued,
while administrators often play power games.

The classrooms are overcrowded,
and if a kid doesn’t fit the cookie-cutter mold,
he is tossed aside like yesterday’s garbage.

Is this what we call chinuch? Is this what we’re so proud of?
We are sacrificing entire generations because the system
refuses to adapt, to care, to see every child as a neshama.

And let’s talk about the shidduch crisis — a crisis
that everyone cries about and no one actually solves.
Girls sit waiting, with no solution in sight.

Did I mention parental alienation?
It might be one of the greatest crises no on talks about.
Families torn apart. Children not speaking to parents.
Children and parents entangled in machlokes.
Who could have ever imagined?

Broken hearts pile up. Broken homes pile up. And broken dreams pile up.

Shalom Bayis? Forget it.
We are surrounded by couples on the verge of collapse.
Financial stress, lack of guidance, emotional exhaustion
— it is a recipe for disaster, and it’s everywhere.
How many homes are filled with silence, tension,
or outright warfare? How many children are growing up
in households where love has been replaced by resentment?
Too many. Far too many.

Machlokes is the air we breathe.
Shuls are split, neighborhoods divided, institutions at war with each other.
Ask yourself: when was the last time you saw true achdus?
We hide behind slogans of unity, but in practice,
it is jealousy, politics, control, and ego.

Simple Yidden are left confused, disillusioned, and bitter.

Our youth are walking away. Why shouldn’t they?
What do they see? Hypocrisy. Double standards.
Parents who preach values they don’t practice.
Schools that break children’s spirits instead of raising them up.

Why are we shocked when boys and girls run from it all?
The only surprise is that more have not yet.

We have turned simchos into competitions.
Instead of celebrating milestones with humility,
we are pressured into outspending our neighbors.
The photographer, the flowers, the gowns, the catering
— it is a bottomless pit of expenses that bury families alive.
We have replaced meaning with show, joy with debt.

Our kollelim and yeshivos — where is the money to sustain them properly?

We build monumental buildings, but we can’t pay rabbeim on time.
We have wealthy donors funding all types of funds around the world,
but our own communities in the Diaspora are drowning. Literally.

Chessed? Too often it’s become a photo-op, a brand, a fundraiser.
Chesed is often drowned out by glossy campaigns and PR stunts.
NOTE: PR = Public Relations

Leadership? Don’t get me started. Where is it?
Who is standing up and addressing these crises head-on?
Who is gathering Klal Yisroel and saying enough is enough?
Instead, we get silence. Or worse — meaningless speeches and soundbites.

The system keeps spinning its wheels, protecting itself,
while families, children, marriages, and entire communities collapse.

And what about mental health? Swept under the rug.
How many teenagers and young adults are crying themselves to sleep,
suffering from crushing anxiety, depression, and trauma,
while we keep pretending everything is perfect?
How many suicides will it take before the silence ends?

We are a nation spiraling — addicted to money, divided by egos,
choked by dysfunction, crippled by a system that no longer works.
We are sick. And the sickness comes not from the bottom but from the top.

The system is broken. And worst of all, the will to change is broken.

Yes, there are bright spots.
Yes, there are beautiful families and acts of greatness.
But stop telling me about the bright spots when the house is burning down.
Stop distracting us with slogans and photo-ops while Klal Yisroel falls apart.

It is time to stop pretending. It is time to start screaming.
It is time for accountability, for courage, for truth.

Because if we keep going like this, there won’t be anything left to hold together.

Sincerely,
A Member of Klal Yisroel

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