Posted on April 25th, 2016 by Rachel
There are those occasions when the secular and Jewish calendars converge in an unusual harmony. We all remember “Thanksgivukkah” and this year features the equally rare “Hanuyearsikkah”. But this month my thoughts go to an exceptional April convergence. Let me start with a question:
Q: When was the first time you could cast a vote for a Jewish candidate in a US presidential primary?
A: 40 years ago, in 1976, and the candidate was Gov. Milton Shapp
Well, of course, that’s if you lived in Massachusetts, Illinois or Shapp’s home state of Pennsylvania. By the time the primary calendar turned to Maryland in late May, Shapp had dropped out, after taking less than 5% of the vote in his home state. Another early favorite in the election season with strong ties to the Jewish community, Scoop Jackson, had also pulled out after the Pennsylvania primary. In fact, out of the 16 candidates who had entered the Democratic race only a handful remained by the time voting took place here. The winner, by a wide margin, was Jerry Brown. But Brown and the ABC (“anyone but Carter”) campaign started too late to stop Carter’s momentum. We may not have voted for the eventual Democratic nominee and president, but Maryland holds the distinction of being one of three states to vote for the only 1976 candidate who is still in public office forty years later.
So what makes this Maryland primary night different than all other Maryland presidential primary nights? Well, by my count it is the first time that Passover and presidential primary elections have converged in this state. From the 1960’s through 1984, Maryland Primary Day was in May, too late for Passover. From 1988 through 2008 Primary Day moved around between mid-February and early March, too early for Passover… even in 2012 when it was pushed back to late March it was still too early to overlap that year.
But this year the match between the Jewish festival of freedom and the secular exercise of liberty is “just right.”
Now Moses did not need to run in a primary, this didn’t mean he was immune to politics.
One of the earliest references I could find to political selection was in the Parsha Yitro in the Book of Exodus. In that section, Moses in the wilderness is overwhelmed by the burden of adjudicating every dispute in the community. He gets advice from his father-in-law Jethro (the first political consultant?) that he should appoint a system of judges to handle lesser cases. Jethro goes on to tell Moses “But you shall choose out of the entire nation men of substance, G-d fearers, men of truth, who hate monetary gain, and you shall appoint over them [Israel] leaders over thousands, leaders over hundreds, leaders over fifties, and leaders over tens.”
I make no claim to Biblical scholarship, but I find it interesting that the subject of the appointment of judges comes one chapter ahead of the delivery of laws on Mt. Sinai. This sequence – officials first, laws second – suggests to me an awareness that even the most noble and principled law can be perverted by unjust or corrupted men.
Today each of us plays a bit of the role played by Moses in selecting leaders for our community. The scale may be different, but as we go to the polls to choose a leader for the three hundred millions, I think Jethro’s advice about seeking people of substance, humility, honesty and financial integrity still applies. Let’s follow the example of Moses and choose wisely.
A blog post by JMM Executive Director Marvin Pinkert. To read more posts from Marvin click HERE.
Posted on March 22nd, 2013 by Rachel
A blog post from Executive Director Marvin Pinkert.
Somewhere along the way in my twenty-five year journey in the museum world, I asked me the question “Can you remember the first exhibit you ever saw?”. I thought for a moment and answered “Sure I can, I was at a long dinner table and someone held up a plate of matzah and asked mah zot?” It had all the elements of an exhibit – an artifact of historic significance, label copy in the Haggadah, it was interactive and at least when we got to the Hillel sandwich – multi-sensory.
I share this by way of confession that while I have a theological appreciation for other holy days, none holds a place in my heart like Passover. I have so many fond memories of seders spent with friends and family that its easy to wax nostalgic about all of them.
There is one seder in my past, however, that truly stands apart. A night unlike all other nights. It was 1978, 35 years ago this season. Passover fell late that year (April 21). I was in Seoul, Korea serving as a “Junior Officer in Training” with USIA. At age 25, I believe I was the youngest American officer serving at the post. So I was somewhat surprised to receive an invitation to the Ambassador’s residence…it was highly unusual for a junior officer to share a social occasion with a senior ambassador. Nonetheless, as there were only five Jewish American officers in Seoul at that time – the Ambassador, the Deputy Chief of Mission, the administrative assistants to both the Ambassador and the DCM and me – I was invited to seder at the residence. I can’t remember all the details but I’m sure my wife gave me some helpful coaching on dinner table manners for such a fine event.
The seder began as expected, but shortly after the first cup of wine, an embassy official entered the room and whispered something into the Ambassador’s ear. Ambassador Sneider rose abruptly and exited the room. I strongly suspected this was more than a second washing of the hands. He returned a few minutes later. After another few prayers and songs, he left the room again, suggesting that we go on with the service. The up and down pattern continued all the way to the cup of Elijah. My recollection is that at about this point the DCM may have revealed what was going on. That afternoon (Korean time) a Korean airliner that had strayed off-course on its way from Paris to Seoul had been fired upon by Soviet aircraft and forced to land on a frozen lake. The 107 surviving passengers had been transported to Murmansk. The Russians were refusing to release the passengers. When the Ambassador left the room he was actually on the phone trying to secure their safe return home. So on that night, “let my people go” had ceased to be an echo of an ancient exodus, but rather a contemporary reality that had made its way to our seder table. It took two days but the passengers did reach their destination (a much happier ending that the second shoot-down incident five years later). I’m sure that any American Ambassador would have made the liberation of the passengers a top priority, but for all these decades I have thought that the fact that a Jewish American Ambassador was a part of this effort on the very night of our own people’s commemoration of freedom was very special – a reminder of the universal resonance of our story.
This year I’ll be headed for Boston, as the torch of making seder passes for the first time to my daughter. Once more I have a feeling it will be a night different from all other nights.
Note: Please respond to this blog to tell us about a seder that you found particularly memorable. It’s one more way to share our history!
Posted on May 22nd, 2012 by Rachel
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Date run in Baltimore Jewish Times: September 23, 2011
PastPerfect Accession #: 2009.040.4901
Status: Identified! (Right) Gideon Amir and Jason Creeger celebrate Passover at Baltimore Hebrew University.
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