One of the least rational things to do during a pandemic is move to a new country. Starting over in an unfamiliar city, without friends, learning at a completely new institution and dealing with a non-native language is a seemingly pretty ridiculous choice to make in the year 2020. And yet, this past fall, I was surrounded by hundreds of questionably bold people who also moved to Israel mid-COVID-19.
The time I spent with Ruth, Harry, Herbert, Fini, Leonard, and Isaac’s voices and tears and laughter and memories reawakened for me the command to remember. They demanded that I consider the six million and one.
I ask that you treat me with the same humanity in this conversation as you would peers from any other political, religious, ethnic or racial background.