It’s impossible to ignore the fact that antisemitism is on the rise around the globe. Fears once seen as “Europe’s problem” were stoked anew when the world’s oldest hatred found its way to my hometown of Pittsburgh this fall, and more recently as local incidents aroused concern in Atlanta.
The situation is concerning, but at Passover I remain profoundly joyful. My optimism rests on the incredible freedom we enjoy as Jews in America.
Our freedom is expressed in the abundance of creative and traditional Passover seders happening here in Atlanta. There’s the Downtown Seder at City Winery that brought musicians, artists, Jews and non-Jews together. There are women’s seders, hunger seders, sober seders, even a Unity seder where Jews and Muslims break matzah together. Once again at Ramah Darom, hundreds of families from all over enjoy communal seders and a chance to learn and explore Jewish life with top scholars and rabbis.
At my seder we used The Hartman Institute’s haggadah, A Different Night, and we have a tradition I love of writing our names and the date on the inside cover. It’s how we chronicle the names of our “tribe” and remember the ones no longer with us.
As a ben chorin (free person) at Passover, I can express my Judaism without constraint. Yet I also know that I am never “free” of memory, or of the responsibility to care for my people, particularly when their freedoms are at stake. That is the precious gift America bestows on all of us.
Have a sweet and meaningful Passover!