B for Bologna

Be warned, I am angry. This post is Rachel ticked off. I mean absolutly no disrespect to anyone, but here goes.

My husband (David) was selected for jury duty today. The trial-approximately one month. The selection process has taken days. Many have been dismissed. Financial hardship. Airplane tickets purchased. White guys in suits claiming the inability to relate to the the low income Hispanic defendants.

David, he had no good excuse. Except, well he played the religion card. Two major Jewish holidays fall in September. Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur. These are not fluff holidays. We are not talking about Secretary's Day or Valentines. These two days are the holiest of the year. My husband alerted the court to our observance of these holidays. He sent a note to the judge via the bailiff. Granted, David grew up in a Lutheran family and does not truly practice Judaism. But I am taking my boys to services, and I would love for David to join us in an important family tradition.

It was only after David was officially sworn in, that the judge even acknowledged the note. He informed him that "Sorry, you will have to inform your family that this is an important trial, and we need you here."

Oh really.

So- does the same hold true on Jesus's Birthday? Are people expected to inform their families that Daddy cannot attend Christmas services because he is NEEDED in court?

Oh God forbid.

Perhaps David would have done better if he had proved he was a devote Jew. If he wore a yarmulka. Had a long beard.

Just like I would have to prove that I too believe in the Virgin birth.

Uh huh.

Bologna.