So I’m not jewish but the story of the golem captivated me. As I understand it, in Eastern Europe, back in the shitty days, when pogroms were a thing, when jews were the undesirables, well, criminals would dump the bodies of their victims on the edges of jewish ghettos. The residents would then get the crime pinned on the community and more punishing treatment. A rabbi or some rabbis, I can’t remember just right, fashion from clay a big powerful figure. Written in Hebrew on the forehead is the word “life”. The Golem comes to life. He’s the hero, with his thick mighty rope for a belt he goes forth, he takes these bodies of these victims and ties them to the real criminals. But things go wrong, he becomes like a kind of Frankenstein, causing more harm than good. The thing is brought to an end. I’m sure you can look up a more accurate version somewhere….
I know the story is rather obscure, I know this is not protesting in the streets or really and clearly stating anything. I can’t do that.
This is about as close as I can get right now to social commentary. I am hurt pretty much daily by the inhumanities flowering darkly all around. I have an urge for some power to break the bastards and tie them to their crimes.
The golem.
