Two score and two years ago. Yes, it was that important that I can invoke the memory of the Gettysburg Address, one of the finest speeches ever made. I met Sam 42 years ago. He was a young man then (and I was a kid).
Saturday night starts a great holiday for me- Purim. (Purim means “Lots”- as in the lottery. But, it was only after a few twists and turns that we managed to eke out a win with this lottery.) My family tradition adds on a second day- Shushan Purim, the name for the second day; most Ashkenazi Jews rarely celebrate it- for them, it’s a one day holiday.
I don’t normally post on Sunday. Period.
But, today is the 52nd anniversary of Bloody Sunday. (OK. It’s the Sunday anniversary; the date was 7 March.) And, our great nation is NOT becoming great again because some 30 states have found ways to preclude the poor, the Blacks, the Latinos from voting. And, Jeff Sessions (Sen. Elizabeth Warren warns us of his continued ‘racism, sexism, bigotry‘ ) is already retreating further from fair and balanced voting regulations.
Valentine’s Day? That’s what everyone says it is.
Except, in my tradition, this was a day celebrated by others. Given the official name for the day as “Saint Valentine’s Day”, it should surprise no one that it was not part of my routine. A child going to yeshiva (a Jewish [very] religious school) is not to be considering any day involving saints as pertaining to them. (That’s true, regardless of Hallmark’s yeoman efforts to make us all forget that first word of the celebration.)
So, last week, I described my reactions to our synagogue’s trip to Selma, Montgomery, Birmingham, and Atlanta. I told you that we went with about 100 folks ranging in age from 5 to 90. And, we were joined by students from George Washington University and from Birmingham.
This is not my normal kind of post. Oh, don’t get me, wrong, I am most passionate about this subject. I just generally don’t share my opinions with you, my blog readers.