Original Posting At http://thenakedalien.blogspot.com/2017/08/exod-us.html
A new King had come into power in the nation. He had forgotten the nation’s long history of welcoming immigrants in need; he did not know the true greatness of the nation. There was a concern that “those people” were having children at a greater rate than the white folks were. “We must do something!” they said. “If there were an election today, they would all vote against us! If we lose our power, we will become extinct!”
“Let’s say out loud that we don’t want them and that we are soon going to kick them out, but all the while, we’ll take advantage of them and get richer off of them.” So they passed laws that allowed abusive hiring and housing practices, all the while they depended upon them for construction and farming. They provided all the critical functions that whites were too proud to do, they were cheap, and you didn’t need to worry about their health or safety. If they were worked into early graves, so much the better!
“They may not have access to the great healthcare that we have, or they’ll just have more children! Let us make it so only rich lords and ladies can go to the hospital or to doctors.” Yet, the immigrant community was served by volunteer care-providers that neither money nor power could control. The religious and the political leaders (one and the same since the King was a god) were pro-life and said to these Midwives: “Contraceptives and abortion are against the law and you must never provide them! But, whenever one of these people give birth to a boy, LET HIM DIE!”
But these helpers were more concerned with being right than with being legal. They were there to do good, not harm. The baby boys lived.
So the King called the Midwives and spoke to these activists: “Why have you violated the law? Why have you allowed their boys to survive?” “Because Sir, they are of strong peasant stock. The women don’t need sedatives or painkillers like your women do; they just give birth out there in the field and then keep on working!” Yahweh was pleased with their resistance. The people grew in numbers and in economic importance.
The King figured out that he could not force good people to do evil, so he appealed to the public. There were people out there who would willingly throw a baby into the river to drown. There have always been such people. People who think terror is power, or people who think laws must be followed blindly.
The Levite* family were excited and terrified when they discovered they were going to have a child. They did not know if it would be a girl, or if it would be a son delivered as if he were stillborn. The midwives came secretly and helped her give birth to a fine son. She hid her boy hoping to at least nurse him until he could be weened. This worked for three months, but too many people knew. She and her family made a water tight pod (an ark). Then they told all their neighbors that they had put the boy in the river as the law required. They did not break the law, they bent it into a basket!
The boy’s big sister watched the pod float down the broad and sluggish river. Ready to step-in in the case of a gator or a cotton-mouth. Imagine her surprise when she saw the Princess skinny-dipping! Seeing the tiny boat, the Princess sent one of her immigrant maids into the river to fetch this curious item. It was beautifully made and water-sealed to perfection; it must contain a treasure of great worth!
She opened it herself. When she opened it, the child who had calmly rested on the bosom of Mother River, began to cry in hunger. The Princess had a good heart, and she took pity on the baby. Meanwhile, his sister had snuck into the group and mingled with the servants. (Cheeky girl!) “My Lady,” she respectfully asked, “shall I get an immigrant woman to be a nursemaid for your new son?” “Do it,” commanded the Princess.
So the girl ran off and got her mother, and brought her before the Princess. “Take this child, and nurse him. I will give you money to support him and your family. When he is fully off the breast, bring him to Court and he will be educated as befits the grandson of the King.”
And so a Jew grew to have a voice in the Court of the King. They called him “Moses”, which meant, “look what the cat drug in!”
|(photography by tiwago)|
*Sidebar: When I was young, my family were friends with another family, the Levites. I played with their son, his name was Lew. This matters not al all to the story, but it does to me.