My grandparents fled Holland soon after this photo, abandoning Judaism along with their homeland. The Holocaust must have convinced them Jewishness only means suffering. With love and respect I disagree: it's so much more. So I pick up where they left off, rekindling the flame.
Three years ago today, I posted my account of my 25 years as an anti-Zionist leftist. Today I'm in Israel, supporting the Jewish people in its fight against barbarism. People can change; successes are possible. Am Yisrael chai.
It's been four years since I joined Twitter to renounce antisemitism on the left. I'd been an anti-Zionist far-leftist for over 25 years. Yes, it took me much too long to recognize that the water I swam in for so many years was filthy.
Since I began speaking out, and especially
It's been a year since I first lit Chanukah candles. I still feel a bit silly, barely know the difference between a mitzvah and a matzo. But Jews have welcomed me despite everything, and now I'm more determined than ever to stand with the family I nearly lost.
Happy Chanukah.
It sickens me that I used to believe “solidarity with Palestine” was righteous, rather than a thin cover for cheering the murder of Jews. I wish I could do more on this terrible day. But I stand with you, people of Israel.
I was an anti-Zionist for many years. I saw the Star of David desecrated, at protests I thought made me a good person. Now that same Jew-hatred seems stronger than ever; fighting it can feel hopeless. But people can change as I did; light can defeat darkness. Chag sameach.
Amy Eileen Hamm. If you don’t know her name yet, learn it. An astoundingly brave, principled Canadian nurse may lose her job for insisting biological sex is real. Solidarity.
My first week in Jerusalem, I'm awed and humbled by the heroism of Israelis: seemingly ordinary people committing extraordinarily courageous and selfless acts for their country. They must have our support; they must prevail. Their fight against barbarism is one for us all.
I was 14 when I learned I was Jewish. I balked because it seemed the only thing making me Jewish was Mom's murdered relatives. In my secular family, no one suggested it might embody something profound. I now find meaning connecting to past generations, and that's beauty enough.
In 2016 I was living in London, and I joined the Labour Party to support Jeremy Corbyn. I said I liked his socialism. It didn't occur to me that his campaign's real animating principle, its frisson, was antisemitism.
British Jews howled. Every time I picked up my Guardian, there
Happy Chanukah from someone lighting the candles for the first time this year. I’m not entirely sure why I wanted to: to reconnect with my long-lost heritage? To defy antisemitism? Or something else? I’m not sure, but the act is giving me a sense of peace and hope. Chag sameach.