The Passover story: on precarity

I want to make a little more of Passover this year. It’s not that I’m religious—apart from some traditional foods and last night’s dinner, the only vestige of religious observance I perform is one annual fast for quite personal reasons—just that the story strikes me as immensely powerful and eternally relevant. I don’t observe the usual Jewish custom of going without leavened bread for 8 days, but I do like the idea of having some mindfulness of the occasion for longer than just one evening. So this year I’m going to try and write something about the Passover story and why I find it so compelling for each day of the festival.

The broad messages are “we were slaves and now we are free”, and the mission of making that statement as universally true as possible, which it certainly isn’t today. But there are many other themes worth paying attention to. The first is at the very outset. At the end of Genesis, the Israelites are doing very well in Egypt, having been handsomely rewarded for Joseph’s good counsel to the Pharaoh, and the brothers having all reconciled. There’s an unspecified gap in which some generations pass and the Israelites continue to thrive, until very abruptly:

Exodus I:8-11 “Now there arose a new king over Egypt, who knew not Joseph. And he said unto his people: ‘Behold, the people of the children of Israel are too many and too mighty for us; come, let us deal craftily with them, lest they multiply, and it come to pass, that, when there befalleth us any war, they also join themselves unto our enemies, and fight against us, and get them up out of the land.’ Therefore they did set over them taskmasters to afflict them with their burdens.”

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Graffiti by invitation?

As usual, I’m a few months behind on editing my own photos. I’ve just uploaded a set from visiting the Wynwood Walls last December. It’s a place I very much enjoy walking around, but also find deeply weird.

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“The world’s greatest artists working in the graffiti and street art genre” [I'm quoting the place's own publicity materials] have been invited to decorate a restaurant and its grounds, and some of the work spills over into the surrounding area. On the one hand, here is a free-admission gallery showing some really great art. On the other, I can’t help feeling that this type of art is inherently corrupted by being commissioned, exhibited and used in this way.

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Conviviality as a first step away from oppression

One thing that frustrated me about the Passover essay I wrote the other day was the negativity of setting an impossible challenge. I certainly don’t regret writing it—the impossibility is important to point out, and it’s particularly important not to let Passover become a smug celebration—but it feels incomplete as it stands. As Andrew put it, what I’ve written so far is about “saying No to No”, and it doesn’t really get us anywhere until we figure out what some positive alternative that lets us also “say Yes to Yes”. A couple of friends also pointed out that this is one of the Occupy movement’s PR shortcomings: a sense that all they offer is a critique, without any positive alternatives. I don’t claim to have a complete vision of the Promised Land, but I can offer some steps out of the narrow place we find ourselves in.

First, let’s define the problem. In an email, Brian summed it up beautifully as living “under the empire of commodity”, which leads inevitably to even treating people as commodities. But what precisely about commoditisation gets us into trouble? I see three tightly coupled issues: a constant drive for cheapness, distance from producer to consumer, and deindividuation of everyone involved. The drive for cheapness provides the motive for exploiting producers, and the other two serve to make the oppression invisible enough that we happily participate and actively need to be reminded it’s happening. The line in the previous piece about not personally going out and flogging the farmhands was a grim joke, because very few of us would accept that being done under our noses, and yet it happens on all of our accounts, where we can’t see it.

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