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462 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1988
And Jephte vowed a vow unto God, and he said: "If You will give the Ammonites completely into my hands then whatever comes forth from the door when I return in peace I shall sacrifice to God."
...And when Jephte neared home, behold his daughter, his only child, for he had no other son nor daughter, came out to greet him with dancing and with drums. And when he saw her, he ripped his clothes and said: "Alas, my daughter, you've undone me and now you are undone. For I have opened my mouth unto the Lord and cannot take it back." Judges, 11: 31-35
She pushed back her chair abruptly. Her legs felt like rubber. "Will you excuse me for a moment." Without waiting for his murmured concern, she wound her way with as much dignity as she could through the softly humming room and felt the eyes of the men turn and linger as she passed. In the ladies' room, all green and white like a lovely spring garden, she heaved miserably. She touched her face with cold water and washed out her mouth many times. She spent a long time drying her lips and replacing the lipstick. She stared at herself in the mirror. The red lips. The white, shameful cleavage. The red dress that clung to her tiny waist, her slim hips.
Who are you? she wondered. No one I know, or like very much. A woman once again trying to pleas a ma, the way I tried to please my father, to please my husband. I don't know who I am yet, she thought. But surely, I am not the same as the people sitting here in this room enjoying this meal. Perhaps one day I shall be. But not now, not today. She went back to the table. She was tired of playing games. [p.294]
All my life, she thought, I have been sheltered by wealth and family and community from understanding who I am, what it means to be a Jew. Now, stripped of everything, vulnerable and alone, she experienced the raw pain of blind prejudice and unthinking cruelty that had been her people's lot for centuries. And these good, cultured people [in England] perpetuated it, instilling it in their children, giving it posterity through their complicity and - she glanced at the earl - their accepting silence. [p.304]
Why had he dismissed the whole contribution of the Jews as insignificant and wrong? He had been taught, had he not, that Jesus said, "I come not to change the Law, but to strengthen and verify it." But it had never occurred to him, never seemed important to him, that jesus himself came of Jewish parents, and the Law he spoke of was this same law of the Jews. He realized with a deep shame that although he had loved Batsheva, he had belittled her beliefs, considering them in the same light in which an indulgent parent considers the unsophisticated thoughts of a favorite child: with love and pity and hope for the future. He had, in fact, not looked at them at all so much as the opposite. He had overlooked them, as if they were a kind of defect, which in his love he was bound to accept, like a deformed hand or foot.
This in general, he thought suddenly, was the way Christians looked at the Jews. Some hated them, hated their beliefs, while others were prepared to love them in spite of their beliefs. That seemed to him totally absurd, like hating or ignoring the crust of the earth that forms the whole foundation for one's firm existence on solid ground. It is simply this, he told himself: Without the Jews, there would have been no Christians. The idea that the Christians had taken over the role of the children of Israel, had usurped the position of the Chosen People because the Jews had sinned, not only seemed to him wrong, but positively galling and ungrateful. [pp.375-6]