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167 fif teen Horse shoe crabs are among the old est spe cies on earth. Iron i cally, the very trait that led to their sur vi val—a uniquely adapted im mune system—now threat ens their fur ther ex is tence. An ele ment in the crabs’ blood reacts to all con tam i nants, which makes the blood use ful as a test for phar ma ceu ti cals: if the blood reacts, the batch of drugs is tainted. To fill in dus trial needs for this nat u rally help ful sub stance, thou sands of crabs are gath ered every year. The crabs, after being bled, are brought back to the sea, but many of them die in the pro cess. Many? Some? Find stats to sup port this. Some die in the pro cess, and this, along with fishermen’s over use of crabs as bait, and so on and so forth. Clas sic case of nat u ral order being dis turbed by hu mans, and too: the thing that saves you also may doom you. E-mail Steve. Any con ceiv able ob jec tions? Isat on the deck, in sudsy morn ing bright ness, vig or ously scrawl ing on my note pad: every cell and syn apse tuned to work ing. Blue jays pecked coyly at bird seed on the feeder; squir rels leapt from tree to tree above— all God’s crea tures, doing what we should. 168 The phone rang in side, and I thought: Let Stu get it. Just be cause I worked from home—bare foot, in the sun— didn’t mean I didn’t need to work; but Stu, at the cot tage, was sim ply, freely home. (He’d called in some chits again with Cyn thia, his sched uler, and traded for today and to mor row off, to be on hand for Debora’s ov u la tion.) Plus, the phone— Get it, al ready!—was al ways for Stu, lately. His mother would call, then Rina, then Wal ter, Rina again . . . all the Nad lers mo bi lized in cri sis. The trouble’s source was Rich ard: a change of heart, a waf fling. Not about whether to adopt, but from whom. Rina had as sumed they would find a Jew ish child, a child whose birth mother was Jew ish. Harder, of course. More costly. But con ti nu ity was price less: the chain back to Abra ham, un broken. Rich ard had agreed, at first; it seemed a no-brainer. “What else would we do?” he said. “Get some Chi nese baby? Sorry, folks, but Ling-Ling Fein berg? Doesn’t quite sound right.” But now Richard’s rabbi—his parents’ rabbi, really—was warn ing they would make a big mis take. The logic was ob tuse to me, but Stu tried to help me under stand. Say a Jew ish woman got preg nant in adul tery, or even, God for bid, in in cest. Her baby, in offi cial Jew ish terms, was a bas tard, which meant it wouldn’t be el i gible, ever, for Jew ish mar riage—and, for the Or tho dox, that was like a death. Okay, so: what did that mean for Jews who were adopt ing? A Jew ish birth mother could in sist things were proper—her baby really, really wasn’t a bas tard—but how was there a way to truly know? Safer to adopt a lit tle gen tile, then con vert him, in which case the dan ger would be skirted, for con ver sion, if done prop erly, was fool proof. Fine, then, said Rina: “con vert” the Jew ish baby! Just in case, bet ter safe than sorry . . . But the rabbi ex plained that a Jew ish mother’s stand ing at the birth was what clas sified her child; no mam zer, no bas tard born of some one who was Jew ish, could ever change its status as a bas tard. “Wait,” I said, when Stu con veyed this. “Let me get this straight. Some thing that you know is fake is bet ter than a thing with an infin i tes i mal chance of being fake?” [3.138.114.94] Project MUSE (2024-04-19 23:25 GMT) 169 “Ac cord ing to the black hats, yeah. It’s driv ing my father...