Pouring GASOLINE, on Existing Fires

What’s the next “holiday of lights” during the Hollow Days, here in AmeriKKKa?

Hanukkah. And this year, I find myself without any Jewish girlfriends to celebrate with.

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This doesn’t surprise me, given the fallout from the Trumpacolypse. Some of the issues are complex, like the Islamic women who don’t want to have me support them in solidarity by wearing hajib– a practice they see as patriarchal.

My ethnically Jewish women aren’t so into a holiday that seems to have gotten blown up to sub in for being non-Christian at Christmas, in this hardly secular white supremacist nation. And the effort it takes to grate all those potatoes for the latkes, oy veh!

 

Women, as usual, in the kitchen. Jewish this time.

Now The Trumpocalypse has decided to “Mussolini it”

and announce moving our embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem.

Peace on Earth, goodwill towards men? I don’t think so.

So my personal prescription for maintaining sanity involves much creative maladjustment, and imagination.

First, imagine, that the lyrics to “Light One Candle” are words of power, and that we are actually heeding the lyrics:

“Light one candle for the Maccabee children
With thanks their light didn’t die;
Light one candle for the pain they endured
When their right to exist was denied;
Light one candle for the terrible sacrifice
Justice and freedom demand;
And light one candle for the wisdom to know
That the peacemaker’s time is at hand!

Chorus:
Don’t let the light go out,
It’s lasted for so many years!
Don’t let the light go out!
Let it shine through our love and our tears!

Light one candle for the strength that we need
To never become our own foe;
Light one candle for those who are suff’ring
A pain they learned so long ago;
Light one candle for all we believe in,
That anger not tear us apart;
And light one candle to bind us together
With peace as the song in our heart!

[Chorus:]

What is the memory that’s valued so highly
That we keep it alive in that flame?
What’s the commitment to those who have died?
We cry out “they’ve not died in vain,”
We have come this far, always believing
That justice will somehow prevail;
This is the burden, This is the promise,
This is why we will not fail!

[Chorus:]

Don’t let the light go out!
Don’t let the light go out!
Don’t let the light go out!”

And this year, as the Season of Lights of meaning to Jews approaches, I have a novel idea. Watch this excellent production of a dramatization of Anita Diamant’s book “The Red Tent”:

Because this movie and the novel that it is based on is about WOMEN’s relationships, under patriarchy. Starting way, way back. Based on one chapter in Genesis, from the old testament:

“Within Genesis 34 itself, they suggest two layers of narrative : an older account ascribing the killing of Shechem to Simeon and Levi alone, and a later addition (verses 27 to 29) involving all the sons of Jacob”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinah

And this movie covers all of the issues of Rape culture and Patriarchy, in a mini-series of 3 hours duration. Great fodder for conversation. Possibly, over your potato latkes…

I prefer sour cream...

I prefer sour cream…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wherever we are going, whatever gets us through this critical time (crisis as dangerous opportunity), Stay Awake.

They want us to divide, and it has been working to conquer us. Here’s to the work of INTERSECTIONALITY, everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One Response to Pouring GASOLINE, on Existing Fires

  1. Pam Wagner says:

    We didnt celebrate Chanukah but we did do enough passover seders so i might be able to do one alone, if you promise to come this spring, Opeyemi! Your half-Jewish Unitarian friend, Pam.

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