It's the last two days of Passover, a full on holiday, which means by tomorrow evening everything will be back to normal. Yeah. Would you believe that I was thinking about brown rice over the weekend? It's off limits during the holiday. It sounds silly. Anyway, The Long Walk To Freedom turned out to be this great underrated movie. There was this one scene at the end, depicting Nelson Mandela's inauguration that reminded me of President Obama's first inauguration. It gave me the same rush of emotions. That's the power of a good work of art. If it can make you deeply feel something, then it's dining it's job. Most people don't get that fact but that's the true power of art, it suppose to touch you deeply. It doesn't matter if the sentiment is positive or negative, you feel something.
I want to elaborate a little on a point I made yesterday regarding the relevance of The Long Walk To Freedom and 12 Years A Slave. I stated that they drive home the whole meaning of Passover then the history in Torah. I think the reason is that the narratives of Solomon Northup and Nelson Mandela make it easier for me to wrap my head around it. The history of slavery I. The United States and the anti-apartheid movement is something I can begin to understand better than something that happened millennia ago. One seems more tangible than the other. Being the visual person that I am and seeing those histories presented on the screen and reading about it them, make more real to me. I can begin to visualize what it was like to live in a time when the color of your skin determined your status. That's not to say I can't relate to the history in the Torah because that is part of who I am but that story is more distant. Like it happened on another planet. This is part of why I feel so disconnected to Judaism. There's a remoteness to it and no matter how close I try to come, it keeps moving further away. Maybe one I'll overcome this sense of remoteness.
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