Ki Sovō and Curses / כּי־תבוא און קללהות

Jews are judged as a collective, either blessed or cursed. We are clearly cursed.

Ki Sovō and Curses / כּי־תבוא און קללהות
"Would that it were morning", Rachel Blake, acrylic on hardboard, 22.5 x 30cm, Glasgow, 2025. Email her to inquire about purchasing.

This is a weekly series

of parsha dvarim (Tōrah commentaries) written by an orthodox atheist transsexual anarchist, with guest posts from comrades. It's the work of each generation to extricate meaning from our cultural and religious inheritance, and it's crucial that we resist the narrative that Zionism owns Judaism. We aim to offer comment which is true to the pshat (i.e. engages with the plain meaning of the text, especially when it's difficult) and uses Tōrah like a light to reflect on our modern times.

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Content note

Genocide in Palestine

וְהָי֥וּ שָׁמֶ֛יךָ אֲשֶׁ֥ר עַל־רֹאשְׁךָ֖ נְחֹ֑שֶׁת וְהָאָ֥רֶץ אֲשֶׁר־תַּחְתֶּ֖יךָ בַּרְזֶֽל׃ יִתֵּ֧ן ה' אֶת־מְטַ֥ר אַרְצְךָ֖ אָבָ֣ק וְעָפָ֑ר מִן־הַשָּׁמַ֙יִם֙ יֵרֵ֣ד עָלֶ֔יךָ עַ֖ד הִשָּׁמְדָֽךְ׃ ... וְהָיִ֣יתָ לְזַֽעֲוָ֔ה לְכֹ֖ל מַמְלְכ֥וֹת הָאָֽרֶץ׃

The skies above your head shall be copper and the earth under you iron. 'ה will make the rain of your land dust, and sand shall drop on you from the sky, until you are wiped out. ... You shall become a horror to all the kingdoms of the earth.
Dvarim 28:23–25

This week Mōshe Rebeynu gives us the promise of blessings and curses, should we obey (or not) Hashem's commandments. The curses mirror and rival parsha Bekhukosay in their beautiful, tormented imagery. When I wrote that dvar in the middle of the Ōmer, I had already stopped counting. I wasn't shomer mitsvos and couldn't see a way to engage through my rage and grief. We, the Jews, had become a horror in our blood-soaked tallises. My only comfort in this text was knowing that my comrades and ancestors have been tortured by it too and yet wrestled with it anyway: the holiness is in the wrestling.

This week my practice is more observant: today I laid tefilin, davened, blew shofar, and studied Tōrah with my mother. What changed? Nothing. But something.

וְהָיְתָ֤ה נִבְלָֽתְךָ֙ לְמַֽאֲכָ֔ל לְכׇל־ע֥וֹף הַשָּׁמַ֖יִם וּלְבֶהֱמַ֣ת הָאָ֑רֶץ וְאֵ֖ין מַחֲרִֽיד׃

Your carcasses shall become food for all the birds of the sky and all the beasts of the earth, with none to frighten them off.
Dvarim 28:26

Many commentaries on this parsha focus on the nicer sections about blessings and the commandments of first fruits and tithing, but I'm grateful that Rachel's painting is mired in the curses. She sees the wreckage of our misdeeds and wallows in it. She paints the earth orange with ochre pigment (iron) and uses pthalocyanine (copper) for the sky. There is no produce. Disembodied bird feet loom. Everything is hidden and everything is wrong.

Does it matter if you are good when the majority is not? Of course it does. Does it change the cursed outcome? Of course not.