By now, the astute reader may have noticed something a little worrying about the story I’ve been telling this week: a distinct absence of female characters. We’ve had Moses, Aaron, Jethro and Pharaoh, and not one named woman. It’s not quite that there are no female characters in Exodus, but they do almost no speaking, and I don’t think there’s one who would pass the Bechdel Test: in every case their significance is that they help, rescue or otherwise interact with a significant male character. This isn’t exactly unusual for books of the Bible, but it particularly disturbs me very early in the story:
Exodus I:15-17 “And the king of Egypt spake to the Hebrews’ midwives, of which the name of the one was Shiphrah, and the name of the other Puah: And he said, When ye do the office of a midwife to the Hebrew women, and see them upon the stools; if it be a son, then ye shall kill him: but if it be a daughter, then she shall live. But the midwives feared God, and did not as the king of Egypt commanded them, but saved the men children alive.”
Read that again and parse it fully. These two women risked their lives by defying their despot’s orders to conduct genocide. Their counterparts in the last century were honoured with the title “Righteous Among The Nations”, a special section in Israel’s Holocaust memorial, and this rather nice park in Tel Aviv:

