Deceive me not, I shall not be deceived/ The truth, unnoticed/ As if by chance/ I have perceived/ Burnt ambers lie upon the fallen dew/ I see no one/ Perhaps there’s no one to be seen/ No! No! I cry/ Why not spare my kin?
Let’s say my name is Jim, I speak English and I happen to wear Calvin Klein shirts. Or that my name is Natasha, I speak Russian and I happen to wear ‘Zara’. Do any of these practices constitute a transgression of Torah or any paragraph in the Shulchan Aruch? No, they do not. Why then, of all things, did we merit being redeemed from Egypt for “not changing our language, our names and our dress”?