When Cecil B. DeMille released THE TEN COMMANDMENTS in 1956 and it was an immediate box office success, earning the cinematic retelling of Exodus over $180 million dollars. In 1962 Paramount Pictures re-released the film for screenings at drive-ins across the nation and my father loaded my five brothers and sisters into our Ford station wagon to view the epic with a cast of thousands at the South Shore Drive-In in Braintree, Massachusetts.
After paying for our entry my father cruised the left-handed lane looking for a good vantage spot. He was an ace at parking. My mother spotted an open slot, but before my father turned and a rock struck our car.
My father's head spun to the left and he spotted a teenager scrambling up the grassy slope. He jammed the column shift into P and jumped out of the car. He had played football in college and caught the young man within seconds. The hillside was too dark to see if he had punched the stone-thrower, although my father returned to the station wagon rubbing his knuckles.
"Damned kids today."
"Watch that language." My mother considered swearing a sign of moral decay and had never used a bad word in her life.
"Sorry." My father loved my mother almost as much as he loved his six children.
After parking in the perfect spot, he gave my older brother and me money to buy popcorn from the concession stand. Frunk was eleven and I was ten. This was the first time that we hadn't worn wear pajamas to the drive-in and we walked over to the refreshment stand. Teens loitered under the neon lights. They looked so cool.
Returning to the station wagon my older brother and I handed the popcorn and soft drinks to our parents to divvie out to our siblings. We set up lawn chair before the family car and watched the movie in the warm summer air.
Moses heroically faced down the Pharaoh's magicians, yet the bald Yul Brenner refused to let the Hebrews leave his land.
Moses warned of plagues.
His childhood friend laughed in his face, then the Nile turned into blood, frogs overran the land, gnats infested the dead frogs, wild beasts were driven crazy by the gnats, livestock died from the diseased wild beasts, a pestilence of boils spread on the skin of the Egyptians, a hailstorm destroyed the remaining crops and locust clouded the sky.
The worst was saved for last.
A darkness fell over Egypt and the first-born of every Egyptian died with the passage of the Angel of Death.
Azrael or 'Help from God' was merciless in his mission. I had been a non-believer since the age of eight and this depiction of God's ruthlessness rehardened my heart against the faith of America.
"Why would God kill innocent babies?"
"God acts in strange ways." My older brother had possession of the popcorn. This wasn't the place for an argument about God. Charlton Heston was awed by the burning bush under the starry skies of the South Shore. Hundreds of tiny speakers echoed his voice across the drive-in and at the movie's end the Hebrews reached Canaan, although without Moses who doubted God's promise and insisted this land of milk and honey wasnt the final destination.
"God doesn't act in strange ways. He acts like a creep." My best friend Chaney had drowned in Lake Sebago and he had been a first born.
"Sssh, you want Mom to hear you?"
I shut up, since my youthful atheism would have deeply hurt my mother, but over the following years I questioned my Jewish friends about celebrating Passover's ancient decimation of the Egyptian young.
One year Passaich I wandered into 47th Street to pick up a diamond before everyone rushed home for the high holiday.
Richie Boy greeted me with a shrug.
"When are you leaving?"
Everyone else in the exchange was closing shop.
“Ask the old man.” Richie Boy pointed to my former boss.
I knew the answer.
His father planned on staying to the bitter end of the day and I said, “Manny, it’s Passover. Go home already.”
“And what’s that to you? You're a goy.” Manny shared my anti-religious beliefs. “When you pay my rent, then you can tell me what time I close my business.”
Manny’s desk was cluttered with the usual piles of paperwork. In all the years I had worked for their firm, the pyramid of papers rose and fell without ever disappearing in entirety.
“Close now and I’ll buy you a martini.”
“I’m busy.” This office was the octogenarian's home away from home.
“Manny thinks he might make a sale,” Hlove commented under his breath. The junkie had replaced me when I left for Thailand two years ago. He hadn't a good word for me. I had none for the snitch, who's main skill was brownnosing Richie.
"No one is buying nothing today That’s it. We’re going home." His son signaled his two employees to pack up the merchandise. Hlove and Deisy didn't have to be told twice.
This decision ignited a fight between father and son.
I went outside to wait for Richie Boy.
“Damien, you have something to give for Passiach?” Lenny the Bum shambled up to the window. His bloated face shined with sweat and strands of hair were plastered across
balding skull. He was dressed in his usual attire of a filthy tee shirt and shabby trousers.
“For you, I always have something.” I dug into my pocket for a dollar. “Where are you celebrating Passaich?”
“I’m working the street.” Lenny was a workaholic like Manny. “I have to get money to take care of my sister.”
“You’re a good brother, Lenny.”
“Plus I don’t really celebrate Passaich.” Lenny didn’t look healthy, but he had disproven many rumors of his demise.
“Why not?” Lenny was no atheist.
“What does Passaich celebrate?” Lenny leaned over to whisper what he had to say, as if it were a secret.
“Passover commemorates the Angel of God passing over the Jewish houses in Egypt, which is the Greek name for Kemet, but I agree with you. How can anyone in their right mind celebrate the death of innocents?"
"Damian, I didn't kill any Egyptians and I didn't kill Jesus either. I'm just a harmless Jew," Lenny whined with a shrug. "But the Pharaoh was a bad man."
"Or so the Bible says."
"Please." Lenny lifted both his hands in defense. He was a religious bum. His head was always covered by a yarmulke. "Don't think bad of us. We have had a hard time over the centuries. You know that there was no angel of death. The young probably died from infected food, since the first-born always got the food first. Who knows, but it was a sad scene when Yul Brenner carried his dead son in his palace."
"You know the Hebrews weren't slaves. No one working on the pyramids was a slave. They got paid for their labor."
"The Bible says different."
His Yahweh and the Father of the Nailed God of my rejected religion were cruel gods. Jehovah let his son die on a cross. As a father I could never sacrifice my son, but then I'm human and gods are divine. They get away with everything.
"You know I saw THE TEN COMMANDMENTS at the South Shore Drive-In."
“It was a good movie, but Charlton Heston was no Jew.” Lenny rocked back and forth on the heels of his busted shoes. "Plus there was nothing good about the Ten Plagues as you say. Especially the death of the first-born of all Egyptian humans and animals. Yahweh instructed the Hebrews to sprinkle lamb’s blood on this doors, so his spirit would skip their houses in his search for the first-born males of the Egyptians.”
“I was taught that God was all-knowing and all-seeing, so why couldn’t He see which houses were Jewish?”
“Damien, Yahweh moves in strange ways.”
“Most people think the killer of the male first-borns was an angel, but it was actually Yahweh blundering through the night killing young boys. Do you think there was any collateral damage like how smart bombs hit schools in Afghanistan and Iraq and Palestine?”
“How should I know? I wasn’t there, but enough of this narishkait, because Passaich is a celebration of death. Death of the guilty, but also the innocent. This I can not celebrate. Freedom, yes. Extermination, no.”
Several people had gathered around our discussion and a religious diamond dealer angrily demanded of Lenny, “You really think Yahweh was a murderer?”
“It wasn’t the first time.” Lenny depended on the kindness of this street to support his sister and didn't need this attention.
“Actually I think that the second-sons of Egypt plotted to kill all the first-borns to destroy the rules of primogeniture and then blamed the Hebrews.” I was talking nonsense to deflect the flak aimed at Lenny.
“Primogeniture?” The diamond dealer had a yeshiva education.
“Primogeniture is where the first born inherits everything from the father. Like Cain and Abel.”
“Cain killed Abel.” Lenny nodded in agreement.
“The second son plot."
“Es iz nit geshtoygen un nit gefloygen," the diamond dealer muttered in Yiddish.
“What’s that mean?”
“It never rose and it never flew.” Lenny smiled with the pleasure of hearing Yiddish, which had been abandoned by the Hassidim in favor of Hebrew. “In plain speaking ‘bullshit’.”
“It’s not foolishness,” I protested with the fervor of a devotee to the untruth. “Worshipping murder is an abomination. Be peaceful is better."
“God does not murder. He takes revenge.” The diamond dealer spoke with words with conviction. “And in this case it was his Killing Angel doing the killing.”
“Isn’t that the same name used by Josef Mengele?”
"Feh." The diamond dealer was feed up with us.
“That fucking Nazi was called the Angel of Death.” Lenny soured on the mention of his name. He had lost family in the camps. “Passaich was over 3500 years ago and the apotropaic rite actually predates Exodus."
"Apotropaic?" I had never heard the word.
"Something to ward off evil."
"Magic, feh." The diamond dealer spat the two words."
"Not magic, just a ritual of daubing the door lintel with a blood-soaked hyssop to prevent demonic forces from entering the house."
"Hyssop?"
"Yes, a mountain flower."
"Magic. Devils. Double feh." The diamond dealer looked at his Rolex watch and stormed down the sidewalk.
"I shouldn't be so smart. People don't like smart, especially when you challenge their religious beliefs and my people love a good book."
"The Torah?"
"It's the only book to them and they would be even more disapproving, if I told them that Passaich was a combination of a Canaanite and Mesopotamian rituals. The Exodus connection came later, but what do I know?"
"More than me."
"I'm still a bum."
"A smart one."
"That and $3 dollars and I can get a little bottle of brandy. You have something to give?"
"I already gave you, but what the hell." I handed over another two dollars.
“I love you Damian and pray you see your children soon.”
“And a Happy Bunny Day to you, Lenny.
The slumpy bum wandered off pestering another diamond dealer for a dollar. He was a hard worker.
“What was that all about?” Richie Boy exited from the exchange.
“The origins of Passaich.”
“Passover?” He looked into the exchange. His father was still at his papers. “You hungry?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. What about getting something to eat at the Oyster Bar?”
Shellfish were very tref, but Richie Boy was a bacon Jew, “Sounds delightful.”
Richie Boy and I headed for Grand Central Terminal, passing Lenny.
“Happy Easter.” He offered us.
"I only celebrate the bunnies."
"And chocolate."
"I love chocolate."
I gave him another dollar.
"Enjoy." As a sinner I was willing to forgive almost everyone for everything, since to err is human, but to forgive is a divine trait.
Only forgetting is more human.
Just ask Lenny.
Until then I wish everyone had a good sedah.
Hag kasher vesame`ah, for the only exterminating angels I ever see are the bartenders at the 169 Lounge in Chinatown.
Dakota and Johnny know how to murder the next day, but I lived through this Passover.
After all I'm just a goy.
