we were slaves once

maybe. for 400 years. well, it felt like 400. but, however you understand it it was a LONG time ago. some of us relive the bitterness by eating horseradish some by eating romaine lettuce but we  all know we the ex-frum need no superficial reminders for we alone remain in the worst bondage imaginable: mental and spiritual slavery. (and of course that keeps us from really caring about actual slavery that some guilt-ridden jews have dug up in some dark corner of the earth but enough about them.) some of us are forced to return home for seder some of us are prohibited from returning home, each option it’s own auschwitz.

i propose we refuse to sit with heseybe (reclining) for we know no respite from our tortured lives, although this might  be confused for merely believing that eyn heseybe b’zman hazeh – that heseybe is meaningless nowadays, that will only be the final fitting insult to our ignored, belittled suffering. 

so when we all cry out l’shona haboh b’yerushalayim/next year in jerusalem and don’t mean it, let’s remember, we can still call them hypocrites because we know we don’t mean it (for entirely  valid reasons) and they think they mean it.  

wishing everyone a miserable and treyf passover,

-shitalphin