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Blood Libel

        B:  Sure. Why not? But don’t think I’m going to change my story or
        make some little mistake you can use against me. It’s easy to stick to
        the truth once you know what it is. Still want to hear it?

        S:  Certainly. Please go ahead.

        B:  As any unaltered public archive will verify, I was born in Brooklyn
        about  forty  years  ago  and  attended  public  school  there.  My  family
        owned a small matzo bakery catering to the ultra-Orthodox Jews on
        the  East  Coast  who  wouldn’t  eat  Manischevitz  matzo  despite  the
        kashrut assurances on the box. Wrong rabbi blessed them, I guess.
        But  my  father—and  grandfather,  who  started  the  business—made
        sure  the  premises  would  pass  muster.  And  they  always  had  a  little
        schnapps in the office cabinet for the inspector. So the bakery did all
        right with this limited market. After the war the U.S. finally let some
        Jewish refugees from Hitler’s horrors into the country and that led to
        an  increase  in  sales  once  the  Chasidim  got  organized  and  started
        raising large families.

        S:  Were you involved in that business?

        B:  Not in any full-time capacity. I helped out after school and during
        holidays  and  summer  vacation.  My  older  brother  intended  to  take
        over the business and that was fine with me. My interest was music
        and  my  parents  were  content  to  send  me  for  lessons  instead  of
        instructing  me  in  the  finer  points  of  baking  unleavened  bread.  It’s
        called the bread of affliction in Deuteronomy, and I saw no need to
        share in the pain of producing it. I never understood that, anyway. It
        seemed  to  me  that  the  Israelites  must  have  been  eating  leavened
        bread during their enslavement, and that matzo should therefore be
        called  the  bread  of  liberation.  But  I  was  never  strong  in  biblical
        studies.

        S:  Were you a good student otherwise?

        B:  About average, I’d guess. But that was in a neighborhood full of
        smart  Jewish  kids,  a  lot  of  them  children  of  immigrants  who  had
        something to prove. I was third-generation, a typical teen-ager more
        interested in pop culture than in getting a scholarship to MIT. And

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