And so, on the thirteenth day of the twelfth month, when the king’s command and decree were to be executed, the very day on which the enemies of the Jews had expected to get them in their power, the opposite happened, and the Jews got their enemies in their power.*
So what happens when we win?
Not by much
And in the nick of time.
It so easily could have gone the other way.
And though there’s lots of us
There’s plenty of them
And they are cruel
But then so are we.
What to do?
Do we forgive and forget?
Do we try to change hearts and minds?
Or do we strike at our enemies with the sword?
Do we slay and destroy
Just like they were going to slay and destroy us?
Even those who had nothing to do with it?
Are they permanently them?
Are we forever only us?
Shall we be cruel?
Shall we impale their children on the stake
And then forget them?
It’s strangely tempting.
Weren’t they stupid?
Aren’t our comedians clever?
So do we laugh in the face of their grief
And celebrate their deaths and their disgraces?
But what is the line
Between satire and derision?
Between defense and revenge?
How do we resist answering hate for hate, violence for violence?
Do we try to reconcile?
Should we try to be nice on principle?
What if they’re not interested in us being nice, ever?
Can’t it be enough to laugh at them,
Do we have to also slay and destroy them?
Can’t we maybe talk instead?
Blessed One-ness
What are our obligations here?
We won and they lost and we are glad.
But perhaps we need help
To remember their humanity
While we party.
Hag Purim Sameakh
Amen.
*JPS translation
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