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JOSEPHUS: NOT YOUR ORDINARY JOE

The Queen who ruled Judea in the first century BCE was called, in Hebrew, Shulamit. She was married to descendants of the Maccabees. Her Greek name was Salome Alexandra. (At the time of her reign, in the ancient Hellenistic world, all of the elites spoke Greek.) But the people of Judea, who loved her, called her Shalom-Zion HaMalka, the Queen of the Peace of Zion.

(I’ve included a portrait of Shalom-Zion from 1553 CE. But there were no portraits from her time. As a pious Jew, she would not have permitted a “graven image” to be made. The coins of Judea had no human or animal images.)

The only record that Shalom-Zion lived and reigned are the few pages written by the first-century C.E. historian Josephus.

Josephus himself was rather an odd duck. He was a Jewish commander in first-century Galilee during the Jewish revolt against Rome. When the Romans over-ran the citadel he commanded in 67 CE, he hid in a cave with forty of his men, and persuaded them that since Judaism forbids suicide and they did not want to surrender, they should kill one another. He did his calculations well. He was the sole survivor. He did not kill himself.

Captured by the Romans, Josephus ended up marching with Roman general Titus against Jerusalem in 70 CE. His wife and parents died during the siege while Josephus served as a negotiator for the Romans. Afterwards, he became a Roman citizen, added Roman names to his own, and was given a pension. He recounts these actions in four books in Greek, his autobiography (Life of Flavius Josephus), The War of the Jews, Jewish Antiquities (the history of the Jews from Creation to his own day) and Against Apion.
Whatever his personal faults may have been, Josephus was a great and painstaking historian. Israeli archaeologist Ehud Netzer followed Josephus’ description and was able to locate and unearth Herod’s tomb. Yet the books of Josephus reveal him as caught in the middle — defending the worth of Jewish religion and culture to anti-Semitic Romans and his own worth to Jews who considered him a traitor. He described the pursuit of peace as the motive of all his actions. He bragged about being loved by the Galileans, while describing the many plots against him. He boasted of descent from the highest rank of Temple priests on his father’s side. On his mother’s side he claimed to be related to the Hasmonean dynasty – the very dynasty that brought Shalom-Zion to power.

The comments Josephus made about Shalom-Zion are so contradictory that I’ve had to work hard to piece them into a coherent whole. Perhaps Josephus was ambivalent about women. His first wife died in a siege while he worked for the besiegers. His second marriage ended in divorce after four years (though his third marriage was happy).

Josephus described Shalom-Zion as pious but ruthless. He accused her of framing her brother-in-law, General Mattathias Antigonus, causing him to be killed. She was imperious, Josephus said, and “had no regard to what was good or right.”

On the other hand, Josephus accused Shalom-Zion of being a mere pawn of the Pharisees.  “She governed other people,” said Josephus, “and the Pharisees governed her.”

Yet he also comments that she “showed no signs of the weakness of her sex.” She increased the army by half, hiring many mercenaries, “till her own nation became not only very powerful at home, but terrible also to foreign potentates.”

She “preserved the nation in peace,” said Josephus, but left it on the brink of calamity.

I began to reconcile these contradictions by realizing that in the Hellenistic era, a woman ruler had to embody a lot of contradictory qualities. This was the age of Cleopatras. I’ll tell you more about that next week, in the next installment of my blog.

SWEEPING SAND FROM THE STORY OF A QUEEN

Just after I’d met my husband Steve, but before we’d started dating seriously,  I made a quick trip to Israel. I wanted to see the Sinai before it was returned to Egypt. It was astonishingly beautiful –ribbons of multicolored rock rising above vast sweeps of desert sand. But I couldn’t go to the Sinai without spending some time in Jerusalem.

I was walking down King Solomon Street toward King David Street, when suddenly I found myself looking at a sign that said, in Hebrew, the street of Queen Shalom-zion. A Jewish queen? Why had I never heard of her?

I married Steve a year after I came back from that trip. We’ve lived together for nearly thirty years. I’ve spent the last thirty years writing two books, raising two kids, and getting ready to write the story of Shalom-zion.

For seven years, I’ve been researching, writing, rewriting, and rewriting. I’ve traveled to Jericho and walked through the scant remains of a palace she built. I stepped on a mosaic floor I’m sure she stepped on. There was a bench where she must have reclined, alongside a swimming pool where she probably swam. The only witnesses were my guide, a goat nosing among the weeds, and the sand sifting across a pattern of pink and blue stones.

I’ve looked for references to Shlomzion in Jewish sources and found almost nothing. So little remains of her reign that I’ve wondered if all traces were deliberately wiped out. When you hear her story, you may agree with my suspicions. Yet the Judaism we know today, the Judaism of the rabbis, might not exist without her intervention.

Next week, in my next blog entry, I’ll tell you how I began to track her down.

The Queen of the Jews comes to the U.S.

SEVEN CLEOPATRAS

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