March 06, 2013

In Tel Aviv: The orange on the Passover seder plate

African asylum seekers and their families
at the Freedom Seder in Levinsky Park, Tel Aviv

Passover, which commemorates the flight of the ancient Israelites from Egyptian bondage, is the rationale of Israelite national existence. Our original Independence Day, Passover marks the transformation from a nation of slaves to a sovereign people, from a collection of tribes to a nation of law.

On this occasion for praise and thanksgiving, we are commanded (Exodus 13:8) to retell the liberation story to our children each year. We do this at the ritual seder meal ceremony, which includes a Passover seder plate containing symbolic foods, each with special significance in the narrative. (Since the early 1980s, many celebrants place an orange on the seder plate, representing solidarity with marginalized people.)

When is Passover?
In the Hebrew calendar, also called the Jewish calendar, Passover (or Pesach) falls on Nissan 15 through 22. In the Hebrew calendar, Adar is the seventh month of the religious year and the first month of the civil year. In the Gregorian calendar year (which runs from January 1 to December 31), in 2013, Passover starts Monday, March 25, at sundown, and continues through sundown, Tuesday, April 2.

The genius of commanding a storytelling
At the brilliantly scripted annual ritual meal, "it is praiseworthy to expand on the story of the exodus from Egypt" (Haggadah ["the telling"], compiled between 280 CE and 360 CE). For through our storytelling we can refine and improve ourselves, internalizing the lessons and noticing contemporary parallels. The African Refugee Development Center that organizes the pre-festival  Joint Passover Seder for Israelis and African Refugees and Asylum Seekers in Israel with non-profit, non-governmental Israeli organizations and others, publishes this wonderful free, downloadable, alternative, Hebrew-English Haggadah.

The Joint Passover Seder has become an annual expression of collective remembering turned into action. I participated in this event in 2010, in Levinsky Park, in south Tel Aviv's Neve Sha’anan neighborhood near the New Central Bus Station, a seedy, rundown living area of mostly African refugees, southeast Asian foreign workers, streetwalkers, and junkies. Retelling our story and the stories of people still enslaved, oppressed, and suffering moved me deeply. And I missed my friends — Bhutanese refugees in Atlanta, Georgia, who are rebuilding their lives following exile from their homeland, Bhutan, and decades' subsisting in refugee camps, in Nepal, before coming to the USA as legal refugees starting 2008.

My seder companion was 23-year-old Filmon, an Eritrean psychology student seeking refuge from political and religious persecution. Until he can safely rejoin his parents and siblings in his homeland, Filmon does menial jobs that Israelis don’t want, for very low pay and no benefits.
Eritreans Filmon (l.) and Kidane hold the The Refugee Voice
(in English, Tigrinya [spoken in Eritrea], Arabic, and Hebrew)

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Solidarity with marginalized people
in the Jewish community and outside

At the top of the seder, immediately after the introductory blessing, we read from the Haggadah:
כָּל דִּכְפִין, יֵיתֵי וְיֵיכוּל; וְכָל דִּצְרִיךְ לְפַסַּח, יֵיתֵי וִיפַסַּח, Let all who are hungry, come and eat! Let all who are needy come and celebrate the Passover with us.

Who is hungry? Who is needy? In the past six years, more than 35,000 refugees and asylum seekers from Eritrea, Southern Sudan, Darfur, the Ivory Coast, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and other nations have entered Israel; more than 20,000 live in Tel Aviv. And while most have fled from armed conflict, civil wars, and fear of persecution — and thus Israel has not deported them, it has not granted refugee status and does not permit them to work legally.

An orange grove of fruits on scores of tables Volunteers set oranges on scores of seder plates in the Levinsky Park seder. A coalition of passionate activist-volunteer-visionaries from a wide spectrum of synagogues, Zionist organizations, youth movements, and international humanitarian agencies organized and prepared the joint seder for hundreds of people, double the number anticipated.

The Haggadah describes four children
One child has wisdom of the heart, one is rebellious, one naïve, and one cannot ask questions. To my contemporaries who ask, How is a seder relevant to them, the refugees and asylum seekers?

My reply, a paraphrase of the Torah injunction:
כְּאֶזְרָח מִכֶּם יִהְיֶה לָכֶם הַגֵּר הַגָּר אִתְּכֶם, וְאָהַבְתָּ לוֹ כָּמוֹךָ כִּי גֵרִים הֱיִיתֶם בְּאֶרֶץ מִצְרָיִם ...Treat foreign residents living among you as your native-born. Love each one as yourself because you were foreigners in Egypt...
Leviticus 19:34

Rebuilding shattered lives
Most African refugees, like nine-year-old Hebrew-speaking Saram (shown in the photo with her mother) entered Israel from their native lands through Egypt, from where the Israelite slaves similarly escaped to freedom millennia ago.

Daily, Israelis and other concerned people locally and from abroad are helping this vulnerable population to access basic social services, and they are raising awareness on emergency issues, among them trauma and other health crises, destitution, unemployment, and homelessness. (Every night in all weather, scores of people sleep in Levinsky Park.)

We seek help from you, people
who understand our misery

Johannes (shown in the photo) graduated from an Eritrean university with a degree in political administration. In our conversation during the seder, he spared me seemingly few details of the harsh life he has known since his government arrested him with fellow students protesting against the military regime. For more than a year they were beaten, tortured, starved, and enslaved until Johannes escaped, as did many "fortunate" political prisoners.

We came to Israel, a place of miracles, and we seek help from you, people who understand our misery, he replied to my dumb question, Why come here? As I probed, with his permission, the narrative of his suffering touched on key points: longing for home, loneliness, unemployment, language barriers, fear. I came through the way that Moses and his people, your people crossed. Help us, please help us get out of this suffering, he pleaded.

Kabbalat Shabbat
At the next weekly service welcoming the Sabbath Bride, I had forgotten the orange on the seder plate and the story behind the ritual. Gone was the beautiful sunny spring late afternoon. No longer ringing in my ears was the loud music sung in the languages of the seder participants. The seder had ended. Yet instead of releasing the struggles and cares of the week as Shabbat was beginning, I was hearing Johannes' Exodus story, and I couldn't stop listening to his plea, screaming inside me.

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10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can see why you say you're haunted. I did volunteer work for several years with migrant workers and other African refugees -- it's such a complex and daunting issue.

JeSais said...

thank you for making human and personal that which is so often overwhelming headlines...

Tamar Orvell said...

Anonymous — Thank you for sharing your experience volunteering. And JeSais — Thank you for finding here the humanity of some people to whom the headlines refer.

While conversing with, listening to, and video-ing a dozen refugee-participants, I suddenly turned off my camera because I felt useless, helpless, ridiculous. I had thought that my joining them would be an uplifting experience for me; yet the opposite was true as I began to fathom a bit more their desperate plight. And I have continued processing the conversations.

Cindy Bowman, M. Div., BCC said...

Would it be possible for me to use your picture of the orange on the Seder plate for an article on Examiner.com/Portland and in material for our congregation, who will be celebrating LGBTQ history month and pride month with an orange on our communion table? I would give you (or another photographer if it is not your photo) full credit and reserve rights.

Thanks for your consideration. Hope to hear from you soon.
Cindy Bowman, M. Div., BCC

Tamar Orvell said...

Hi Cindy.

How totally classy of you to ask permission and to offer full credit and reserve rights. Ethics in cyberspace! You are most welcome to share this portrait that I did indeed capture last spring at a model Passover Seder with African refugees in a Tel Aviv park. The experience haunts me to this day. I will never forget the hope in the children's eyes, and the despair in so many adults' eyes. These two young girls at the table with the oranges spoke in Hebrew with me (our only common language). In the short time they had been in Israel, their language skills soared as did their happiness rise, partly, from escaping the devastation that they and their families had known so intimately in their native countries. Of course, it's a long road for them and any refugee fleeing war, corruption, and abuse to feeling fully free and at home. I wish you and your congregation much joy now and during pride month. Pile on those oranges;-) And, when you publish the article, I'd love to get the link.

Cindy Bowman, M. Div., BCC said...

Hey, Tamar! The article and picture are up. The link is to my main examiner page. From there you can click on the article.

Thanks for your permission. Many years ago, I worked in France for an organization called La CIMADE. Cimade works with immigrants and refugees and development projects throughout the world. I learned much about the plight of refugees and immigrants — whose situations seem to get more precarious over the years.

Blessings in your work and life,
Cindy

Tulasi said...

Dear Tamar,

Of course I have experienced the life as refugee. Oh! its hard. But still I am alive and world ahead is wide open for me and red carpet of freedom where I am walking today.

I can feel the pain of others too fast.... and found Jewish people are faster and you are the living example. (Jewish Community In Atlanta) In the past I have seen a picture of a beautiful Jewish women with a little baby like my boy in her hand. Those days this children were allowed to play only in the graveyard areas by the enemies. How painful it is.

I know several thousand of people were killed in that land but don't give a wrong their spirit will always remain alive. Remember them always.

See how you got connected with people from highest mountain of the world Nepal and Bhutan. And you are helping us from there. You know we love you indeed a Jewish spirit.

Today thousand are coming to seek your help in Tel Aviv. Why? coz.... Its a Holy land. Central figure in the world history. I hope all the people in this world will help to keep this land as HOLYLAND and citizens always safe.

I will light a candle and pray for the sprit of happiness coming from your birthplace.

Bye.
Tulasi.

Seder Plates said...

Thanks for sharing your wonderful story..I really enjoy reading it.

Suzanne said...

I enjoyed the piece, and am always so impressed that you are so adept at talking to people and getting their stories. It is a fabulous skill.

Anonymous said...

Nicely structured post.