Dear Kehillah Community,
Like many of yours, my family is an interesting bunch. My dad is British and my mom is Israeli; both met in Beer Sheva, where I was born and raised before moving to the US.
My grandparents were all Eastern European Jews who fled the twin menaces of Fascism and Nazism. Fleeing persecution, my grandfather on my mom’s side walked from Russia to what was then Mandatory Palestine. Similarly, my Bubbie fled Poland and found herself in the UK, narrowly averting what ended up being a catastrophe for European Jews. Her sisters all perished in the camps. Later, there was my uncle Shmulik's injury in the Yom Kippur war, which complicated and intensified some of the trauma coursing through our family.
Partly because of this, I was always fascinated by conversations about Israel and the Middle East. Every interaction seemed freighted with intensity, even among family and friends that loved each other dearly. The discussions ran the gamut – borders, green-lines, occupation, assimilation, religion, terrorism, human rights, self-determination, and the prospects for peace – along with endless references to the artists, activists, and scholars that formed part of our shared cultural landscape.
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