I have a number of draft Musings on my desktop that I’ve started but not yet completed. I am having trouble finishing them. Some are frustrated and angry; others seek a glimmer of hope. I am leaving them for another time. You see, they are all predicated on seeing a future for the United States of America. But today, I feel like I am attending her funeral.
I hope and pray that tomorrow America rises from her knees. Tomorrow I hope I shall see where and how I can fight and help us move forward, but today I am in mourning. That is awkward, as right now I am in the midst of celebrating the Festival of Tabernacles/Sukkot, known as “The Time of Our Happiness.” It is the most joyous of the Jewish festivals and a rather demanding God insists that we celebrate it in happiness.
So, what happens when a loved one happens to pass away over this eight day Festival of happiness? Burials do take place, as Judaism requires us Jews to hold funerals as quickly as possible, but in honor of the festival, no eulogies are spoken.. The immediate family that would normally retire home to sit shiva and follow other details for the week of mourning, do not do so.
A few tears ran freely down my face as I listened today to the shredding of a justice system that sometimes failed, but at least officially upheld high standards. Those standards were trampled by those who swore allegiance to a Constitution whose lofty ideas they now publicly mocked. Some of those politicians who claim to defend the constitution have openly abandoned all Constitutional norms and are sanctimoniously applauding an assassination attempt on the character of a highly regarded judge, finding it irrelevant whether or not it is truthful. Others look incompetent and out of touch in their impotent attempts to defend the nearly 300 year-old fortress of American constitutional tradition. They left Judge Kavanaugh on his own.
Because it is Sukkot, I washed my face, put on a smile and planned my menus. Today, I have nothing more to say.