What We Have Become.

People, it is not about politics, or policies. It is about families, mothers, fathers, children. It is about love. It is about compassion. It is about us being who we are – people. Because if we allow this to happen, we lose our humanity, our souls. We become Trump.

What we have become.

Separation.
The bond.

I still remember Mom going away.

Much later I understood she was going to Siberia to visit my father in a labor camp.

I was 5 or 6 at the time.

I was crying, I didn’t want her to go.

She was dressed, already leaving the house and I kept crying for a long time.

She really did not have a choice.

Much later when she told me about it, she said she cried all the way to the camp.

It was a 7-day ride on the train.

More than 60 years passed.

I still remember.

I am thinking of these kids.

I am thinking of their parents.

Is it for real? A nightmare maybe.

I am trying to imagine terrified kids, little kids.

They do not understand.

Where are they, where are mama and papa?

Some big, mean people took them.

Why are they being punished?

These kids. They are looking at this scary place.

The world looks distorted through their tears.

I know how hard it is not to cry.

All these kids feel is they are all alone.

Alone in this new and scary world.

Have they done something wrong?

All mothers, fathers, kids form a special bond.

They need each other, love binds them together.

Not just humans. Any creature on this planet.

Little ones die if forcibly separated from parents.

Apes and elephants, wolves and tigers. cats and dogs.

And yes, humans.

I cannot say that to break up families is inhumane.

Animals do not posses such cruelty, only some humans do.

I am this little one, thrown into the cage.

It is me crying!

I am the mother, the father.

These mean people took us away from each other.

They broke our hearts.

I, we cannot be silent, we cannot be indifferent

It is just not natural. For any living creature.

I want to scream: please stop this!

People, it is not about politics, or policies.

It is about families, mothers, fathers, children.

It is about love. It is about compassion.

It is about us being who we are – people.

Because if we allow this to happen, we lose our humanity, our souls.

We become Trump.

Immigrants
Alone and scared

Pseudo Liberalism

History repeats itself. People have not changed. The poisonous dark wave of hatred is rising again.
But we, the Jews, we have Israel now and we are strong and ready. And we will not allow ourselves to be slaughtered again. Not this time.

“Pseudo liberalism” is the hypocritical, intellectual position of purporting to tolerate the validity of another’s position while actually dismissing that validity. The pseudo position reduces complex issues to the simplistic: this, which I believe, is “right” and that, which you believe, is “wrong”. https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-exact-meaning-of-pseudo-liberal-1

Holocaust

We will live.

Never again.

I remember my childhood.

Every year I spent two months in summer camp.

Kids, cruel and stupid. Obviously repeating their parents’ talk.

“Dirty Jews!”

“You Jews were hiding Nazis during the war!”

I remember our neighbor’s housekeeper giving candies to local kids.

But not to us Jewish kids.

Only for kids with “good nationalities” she would say.

I knew, without fully understanding it.

I knew I was a “bad nationality”.

I was 4, playing outside when mom called me into the house.

Father was standing in the kitchen, two man standing at his sides.

My father picked me up, hugged and kissed me.

He told me he was going away, he had to do some work in another city.

Only much later did I find out where he went and why.

As a Jewish writer he was accused of “Jewish nationalism” and sentenced to 10 years in a labor camp in Siberia.

He was exonerated 4 years, after Stalin death.

When he finally came home I was eight then and of course I did not remember him.

“Father, are you really my father?” I asked.

He passed away two years later from a heart attack.

There were a few Jewish families living on our block.

I remember one day some drunkard came to our street and started yelling something about Jews.

That Hitler missed them and that he would take care of all these Jews.

That day Jewish families would not allow their kids to go outside.

Finally the guy got tired and left. Of course no police showed up.

After the 8th grade I entered a technical school in Minsk.

Whether by choice or by accident, 3 Jewish kids were placed in the same dorm room. Continue reading “Pseudo Liberalism”

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