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Something happened last week, that made me rethink and reevaluate my beliefs (?) or perhaps as someone who claims to be agnostic, I should not use the word BELIEVE, but instead call it opinion.
The episode of “A Million little things” two weeks ago, shows a black gathering with family and friends. There is laughter, people pick at each other, the way we all do when we have a good time. A young teenage boy joins them, his face is earnest. When asked what is going on, he turns his phone around, and shows the rest of he people a video he just saw online.
I have Jewish friends who are pro-Israel and they don’t approve of Trump’s decision to recognize Jerusalem as the capital city of Israel either. This decision means support for the right-wing Israeli government agenda -nothing more and nothing less.
“We didn’t know.” That’s the statement I often got when I asked about Hitler. Just the ones who had helped or resisted, those were the ones who apparently had known. People like my Grandfather, who was held as a political prisoner in a concentration camp, he knew, he had seen it.
No matter what will happen around me, I have to continue playing.
It’s hard to believe they would look for us here, but nowadays they seem to be everywhere. Times have changed, we are not safe anymore; they are hunting us like animals.
I read Anne Frank’s diary for the first time when I was 13. It was a reading project in school and it totally overwhelmed me. I had just found out that I was part Jewish as well, a fact that had not been mentioned before by Grandmother or my family.
She walked into the classroom, put down her briefcase, and wrote her name on the chalkboard. I was watching her -tried to figure out how to pronounce her name correctly when she turned around and greeted us all.
My Grandfather died 1963, just a few months before I was born. We never met, but I know him well. His pictures were everywhere in our home and my Grandmother talked about him a lot. She made sure that he was present, even though he wasn’t around.
Donald Trump and his fan club don’t even allow a silent protest. A Muslim woman, Rose Hamid, and others stood there in silence with a yellow Rub el Hizb pinned at their chest and they were escorted out by security officers and campaign representatives.
I have a secret love affair with a man, ever since I was a child. It’s strictly platonic and very one-sided. He never knew me, but I know almost everything about him.