Passover Musings

So I wasn’t going to write anything Passover-related. It might be my least favorite Jewish holiday because, since I’m not a particularly religious person, my appreciation of holidays is based on the degree to which good food and family are involved. (Some may call me blasphemous, I just think I’m being honest. So sue me.) And though I love a (singular) good piece of matzoh, having to make everything with matzoh meal tends to leave everything tasting….well…just like matzoh.  No matter how much garlic, onion, salt, pepper and other spices you add, it’s still…blah. I won’t even get into the constipation discussion because that’s not why I’m writing. I’m writing because today I remembered why I choose to still celebrate it despite the oft-bland menu, and my lack of enthusiasm for organized religion, particularly mine.

Beyond the opportunity to have dinner with my family, attempting to get my little monkey to understand the 4 Questions, why all that funky-looking stuff is on the seder plate, and why her school is closed for so long, and the carrying on of tradition…I choose to celebrate because there are still people out there who think Jews are all greedy, hirsute, hook-nosed devils with curly tails. Or some other ridiculous stereotype that isn’t close to the truth.  I say this, because today I was in a room listening to a discussion of symbols…and a swastika was brought up by a young man, not as a symbol of anti-Semitism, but of peace. A swastika, as a symbol of peace, on the first day of Passover.  Oy. Despite the truth of his not-so-innocent statement (there was more than a slight smirk on his face when he said this), as many Eastern cultures do use this symbol as one of peace, once that symbol was usurped by Hitler and the Nazi party, any peace associated with it went out the window, as far as I’m concerned. At least to Jews, and most people cognizant of World History from the mid-late 20th century, it is a symbol of hate and a reminder of a disgusting period of time for all of humanity.

This reminded me of my first year in college at UC Santa Barbara at a time when 70% of the freshman class was whiter than marshmallow fluff, and me and my half-Puerto Rican, half Russian/Polish Jew self was pretty spicy for the neighborhood.  We all had those dry-erase boards up on our dorm room doors for displaying to the world our names, leaving notes to our friends, our roommates, and decorating for upcoming holidays.  I remember attempting to draw a Christmas tree symbol and a menorah for Chanukah on my whiteboard, putting the wrong number of candles on the menorah and saying, “Oops, wrong number of candles, gotta redo!”… and having one of those marshmallowy girls from Orange County come up to me and say “Who cares how many candles are on there? No one is Jewish on this floor anyway.” I took one look at her and said, “I am, you idiot.”  I was so taken aback by the ignorance as I really didn’t think people were still that clueless. I gathered she was pretty embarrassed given all she said was, “Oh,” and then walked away.  I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt that after that incident, she thought twice about making such a statement to another and perhaps came to realize that just because a particular group is not on your floor (neighborhood, city, state, country, etc.), that their cultural traditions don’t matter.

I shook my head then, as I did today.  Both times rather perturbed from the ignorance, but also, determined to continue my traditions as I see fit, and to help educate those who would be surprised to find that I am 1) Jewish and 2) do not have a curly tail.  And with that I bid you good night.

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


  1. Remember all the swastikas at Orcutt and how I was freaking out about all our relatives being horrified? The house was built before 1920 and those symbols were representative of the Native American people who lived there before. I had to explain that 20 times!

  2. I remembered that as well,,,,! Joy, it’s still a sorry state when we have to explain ourselves and our customs because we don’t have curly tails to differentiate ourselves from other people! “Oh, you’re Jewish? I have a friend who’s Jewish. Congratulations, here, have a bagel!

  3. I can’t really relate to being Jewish, because I’m not… but being English in America can be an interesting experience. I always introduce myself to my new hire classes by getting the following fascinating facts out of the way – because if I don’t *someone*, sooner or later, is going to bloody well ask…

    I’ve never met the Queen
    The Beatles are not my favourite band
    Tea time is around 3 or 4pm – it’s totally up to you
    I don’t like Manchester United – in fact, no one inside Manchester even likes Manchester United
    I don’t know that guy you chat to online
    We don’t all sound like Dick Van Dyke or Hugh Grant
    Top Gear is great
    Doctor Who is cool
    I hate Harry Potter.

    Especially that last one… if I don’t say it, someone will ask, guaranteed, if I like Harry Potter. No, I don’t like Harry bloody Potter. I don’t have a problem with anyone who does… and I will admit to rushing down to Walmart when the last book came out, because I too wanted to know what happened at the end. I was sorely hoping the bugger would die, but alas, no, it was not to be.

    P.S. My apologies if you like Harry Potter.
    P.P.S. I hear there are some excellent support groups for that kind of affliction now…
    P.P.P.S. You know I’m kiddin’… right? 😛

  4. I do like Harry Potter (love, I admit it and I am not ashamed! And yes, I knew you were kidding) But wait, have you ever met the Queen? If not her, then surely one of the Princes, right? 😉 People are silly.

    1. Sorry, didn’t see your reply from a few days ago LOL I went to Prince Andrew & Fergie’s wedding… and I’ve been about six feet away from Prince Charles… does that count?

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