The chaplain at my husband’s workplace invited me to speak about the seder plate at a Passover Seder / Easter lunch for soldiers, staff, and family. She has a brochure touting the dual lunch. I was strangly excited about this – strange because I’m not a proponent of organized religions and excited to be center stage for even 5 minutes b/c of the former college teacher in me. “Yes,” that tiny lecturer professed, “let’s do dis!”
As it turned out, the tables were decorated with light green plates, pastel eggs, chocolates and yellow ribbons. This is an army organization, so no complaints about yellow ribbons here. No images of matzoh (unleavened bread), parsley (main herb), delicious charoset (an apple cinnamon staple that makes the palate happy). No pics of Moses. No staff. I’m repeating this next thing because it’s worth mentioning again: no matzoh. What kind of lame-o Passover celebration was this? One with me as the token – the CYA token – so a religious event could be held with tolerance for all who work or use these offices. And I’m to be the tolerant one. Or a jackass.
What do you think? I think I have to bring this up to the chaplain. Meanwhile, y’all, have a