I am Jewish
Danielle
Weiss
Both of my dad’s parents survived the
Holocaust. Ironic as it may seem, my Zadie (Yiddish for grandpa) was lucky
enough to be placed in a work camp, forced into manual labor rather than await
death. My Bubby (Yiddish for grandma) was not so fortunate. She lost her entire
family in concentration camps and was the only one who survived. But, they did
not allow the Nazis to take away their beliefs. Rather than be angry at the
world and hide who they were, they instead continued to enjoy life. They moved
on from the tragedy and showed my father, and then me, that we are able to get
through anything if we stay true to ourselves.
When I spoke to my father about the Holocaust, he said
something that stuck with me, “You can't let something like the Holocaust erase
[your own identity] because that is what they were trying to do.” I realized
that there are always going to people who are trying to hold me back based on
who I am. But it is up to me to not let them succeed. A story my dad told me
about his time in Romania has reinforced that idea. He explained how different
his life was from my own. He didn’t have media distractions such as iPhones,
computers, and video games. Instead he read, cleaned the house, and did his
homework. But that all changed when his family’s home was taken away by the
communists. Their freedoms were stripped from them and they could no longer
express their religion or own property. Again, they faced hardship and had to
hide who they were.
Ultimately his family moved to the United States in pursuit
of a land where both religious and expressive freedoms were the foundation of
its beliefs. Their decision to move allowed me to live in a land where I could
openly practice my religion and not face discrimination. I am thankful that my
grandparents refused to live in a country where they could not be themselves.
They stood up for what they believed in and that has influenced my decision to
pursue Judaism and not allow our religion fade away.
I recently traveled to Israel with my father and brother to
meet my family and become Bat Mitzvahed. During my Bat Mitzvah, I thought back
to my family. They paved the way for me to get here. Without their hope for a
better future and pursuit to come to America, I may not have been born in a
country that accepted my religion with such open arms. Without my family’s
struggles I would not know what it means to hold pride in my religion and not
let the memory die. It was my own decision to pursue Judaism as my religion and
take on that commitment. My commitment represents the observation of High
Holidays by going to temple, placing a Menorah in my house for Hannukah, and
observing the Sabbath on Friday’s by lighting candles and cooking Matzah Ball
Soup and brisket for my future family. My hope is to raise my children to
embrace their Jewish culture and teach them of our family’s past. But until
that day I am proud of who I am and where I came from—I am proud to be Jewish,
proud to be Romanian, and proud to be American.

Danielle, what you did in this blog was cultivate voice. I am so appreciative that you have a a wealth of understanding of the history and the story of your family. I encourage you to record these stories whether through film, audio recordings, or writings such as this one so that the story is not lost but instead so you can preserve it. I love how your pride in who you are has evolved over time--I know how much your trip to Israel shaped this and am happy you were able to experience this. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYour Bubby and Zadie went through a lot. I am glad you have been able to learn from their lessons. Well written!
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