I had an uneasy feeling.
But I knew that in spite of that feeling, I had to protest. I was devasted, outraged and frightened, and I had to do something with my grief.
I didn’t want to feel powerless, and I was determined to show solidarity.
So, on a freezing Sunday night, I went to Kikar Paris in the center of Jerusalem to protest the Muslim ban.
I went as the daughter of a man who, in the 1970’s, fled Greece illegally due to political turmoil and was able to build a new life in the United States.
I went as the descendent of a long line of immigrants who passed through Ellis Island and worked incredibly hard to successfully build new happy, healthy and safe lives.
I went as the former classmate of an impressively diverse group of students, many of whom were Iranian and known for their above average grades and acceptance at top universities. My Iranian classmates never showed any hesitation to work with me on class projects or let me join them for lunch. In fact, the mother of one Iranian student carried hard-to-find kosher for Passover products in her middle eastern grocery store.And she has an even bigger selection today.
I went because it felt like the moral thing to do, and I was in such pain about the situation I couldn’t imagine staying home and doing nothing.
I also feel strongly that as a Jew who complains regularly about how the world turned its back on us during the Holocaust and has continued to do so, I shouldn’t be able to accuse myself of being a hypocrite.
But like I said. I had an uneasy feeling.
A few minutes into the protest, when I saw a sign that said “Never Again” and featured a yellow star with the word “Jude” in the center, I knew my uneasy feeling was justified.
The next morning, I saw two different pictures of women wearing yellow stars with the word Muslim in the center. I’d known that was coming, and try as I might, I couldn’t be okay with it.
Soon after, I saw a post from Dan Rather, who I highly respect and whose Facebook posts I’ve been devouring lately, that referred to the St. Louis and Japanese Internment as “twin stains” on American history.
Of course both events were horrific and both are nasty stains. But they are not “twins.” Only one of those events played a part in the largest genocide in history.
And there was that queasy feeling again, and it’s a feeling I share with many, even with people on the other end of the political spectrum:
(I’m somewhere in that crowd.)
Yes, I absolutely believe that our history should be used as a cautionary tale.
On the other hand, as much as I detest Trump with a passion that makes me physically ill, I absolutely believe that Hitler has always been and will always be in a class by himself, and no event in history has been as horrific as the Holocaust.
These are beliefs I’ve held for a long time and became even stronger after I studied the history of the Holocaust during my junior year abroad at the Hebrew University, after which I went to Poland on a tour of ten concentration camps where I stood in gas chambers and saw display cases filled with chopped off hair, a lot of which was still tied with lovingly tied bows and glowing green from the effects of the gas.
But it’s not just the comparison of the horror that bothers me (and believe me, it does).
There is one glaring difference between what’s happening now and what was happening at the beginning of the Holocaust.
First they came for the Muslims,
And we all freaked out and resisted,
Because this is full-on Nazi shit,
And we know better now.— Zack Bornstein (@ZackBornstein) January 28, 2017
And that’s the fact that people are speaking out:
After the ban was announced, people flew off their couches in the middle of a Saturday so they could protest long into the night and even through the weekend. There were lawyers sitting on airport floors while they worked to free the detainees, politicians resisting and risking their jobs (thank you Sally Yates), defiant judges, and celebrities showing up at the SAG Awards holding signs and making speeches.
Before and during the Holocaust, Jews didn’t have even a fraction of that kind of support.
And now, all these years later, we still don’t.
Yet when I share a link to an article about one of these hate crimes on social media, only one or two people (if that) even take the time to respond with a teary emoji.
Who spoke out when over thirty Jewish community centers had to be evacuated because of bomb threats? Okay, a haunting photo of empty cribs in the snow went viral. But beyond that, there wasn’t much action taken.
I’ve been wondering why I didn’t I learn about the St. Louis until college, when I found out about it myself when I was writing a paper.
I’ve been wondering if the now famous twitter account that shares the names of Jewish refugees trying to enter the United States had gone live on last year’s Holocaust Memorial Day, would people be paying as much attention?
My name is Joachim Hirsch. The US turned me away at the border in 1939. I was murdered in Auschwitz pic.twitter.com/pfvJtMpIps
— St. Louis Manifest (@Stl_Manifest) January 27, 2017
Don’t get me wrong. I love that Madeline Albright, Jonathan Greenblatt and many others plan to register as Muslims if, G-d forbid, it comes to that.
I was raised Catholic, became Episcopalian & found out later my family was Jewish. I stand ready to register as Muslim in #solidarity.
— Madeleine Albright (@madeleine) January 25, 2017
I love even more that Mayim Bialik, along with her vow to register, has been sharing her family history and leading a conversation on refugees and immigration that we need to have.
These are scary times, and it’s not suprising that people are using the phrase “Never Again.” But let’s not forget the phrase’s strong link to the Holocaust.
Same goes for the yellow star. It’s part of our history.
While it’s true that the many non-Jews were killed during the Holocaust should not be forgotten, we can’t forget that Hitler’s main goal was to exterminate the entire Jewish people.
According to Jonathan Greenblatt, CEO of the Anti-Defamation League:
“The suffering of the Jewish people is not an afterthought, a prepositional phrase to be bolted onto the end of a sentence. The suffering of the Jewish people is the whole reason that the concept of the Holocaust was defined. It became shorthand to explain the unexplainable, the inconceivable — an intentional, transnational campaign to exterminate an entire people perpetrated in broad daylight in front of the entire world.”
If we downplay what happened during World War II and jump to make comparisons and make our tragedy inclusive (as the White House just did in its statement on Holocaust Memorial Day), we’re in danger of forgetting the details of the past and the chances of “again” increase.
So please, learn from our history. Listen to warnings from the heroic Holocaust survivors who are speaking out.
But if you’re going to use our history to protect and defend others, please use it to defend and protect us, too.
I, as a Jew, will proudly and eagerly speak out against and fight the Muslim ban. If it comes to it, I will register.
Besides the fact that I feel an ethical and moral responsibility to do so, I want a strong leg to stand on the next time I climb up onto my soapbox and complain that the world is turning its back on us.
Right now, the Jews who are protesting are leading by example. May the world learn from them and follow their lead the next time the lives of Jews or any other group of people are in danger.
During these difficult and painful times, I will vow to learn more about the Holocaust and the plight of refugees in our world today.
And in my heart and mind, I will always keep the Holocaust in a class by itself.