The Plague of Darkness of Every Generation
By Rabbi Label Lam
So G-d led the people around [by] way of the desert [to] the Red Sea, and
the children of Israel were armed when they went up out of Egypt. (Shemos 13:18)
armed: … Another interpretation: חִמֻשִׁים means “divided by five,” [meaning]
that one out of five (חִמִֹשָה) [Israelites] went out, and four fifths of the
people died during the three days of darkness (Rashi)
We find out some terrible news here just as the Children of Israel are
Egypt on their way out of Egypt and beyond. Only 1/5 of the nation survived
the plague of darkness. Based on the numbers accounted for later we know
that there were 600,000 adult males between the ages of 20 and 50. Certainly
there were those on the other side of the gender gap, namely women and many
more above and below the ages of 20 and 50. Perhaps there were 3 million
people or more according to modest estimates.
That means that 12 million were deemed unworthy lost forever by the 9th
plague, the plague of darkness. Although it was one of the single most
important events in all of human history and Jewish existence, we discover
now that it was also one of the biggest holocausts and tragic losses of all
Rabbi Avigdor Miller ztl. said that not only did this happen at the time of
the exodus from Egypt, that we lost 4/5ths of our people but that in every
generation 80% are lost in the plague of darkness of every generation. This
is not a statement to cause us to despair and yield to the brute force of
statistics. It’s a powerful reminder now to become and not to allow our
children to become statistics of history but rather to be children of destiny.
What is the “plague of darkness” of each generation? I suppose we can point
to the intoxicating zeal with which Jews abandoning Torah embraced various
“isms” at the turn of the 20th century. There was an almost messianic fervor
for communism that swept through Jewish communities and yes Yeshivas in
search of some new economic hope the chance for social equality.
With the benefit of tragic hindsight we can see what a disaster it turned
out to be as the revolutionaries became the new elite ruling class and
Stalin sent 39 million people to the gulag and stamped out Jewish culture
and any memory of G-d from the psyche of whole generations. Ironically Jhid-
Jew was stamped on their documents as anti-Semitism thrived within the iron
curtain they helped to knit. How compelling was the lure of that seductive
siren that even Chaim Nachman Bialik wrote a poem about the existential
forlornness of being alone:
Wind blew, light drew them all.
New songs revive their mornings.
Only I, small bird, am forsaken
under the Shekhina’s wing.
Alone. I remain alone.
The Shekhina’s broken wing
trembled over my head. My heart knew hers:
her fear for her only son.
Driven from every ridge –
one desolate corner left –
in the House of Study she hides in shadow,
and I alone share her pain.
Imprisoned beneath her wing
my heart longed for the light.
She buried her face on my shoulder
and a tear fell on my page.
Dumbly she clung and wept.
Her broken wing sheltered me:
“scattered to the four winds of heaven;
they are gone, and I am alone”.
It was an ancient lament
a suppliant cry I heard
in that lost and silent weeping,
and in that scalding tear.
It’s worthwhile to seriously contemplate the added responsibility that comes
with the territory we occupy as the children of survivors of survivors of
the plague of darkness of every generation.
DvarTorah, Copyright © 2007 by Rabbi Label Lam and Torah.org.