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Ben’s Violin and the Soul Cry of a Nation

A 12-year-old’s melody of brokenness becomes a call to unity, reminding us who we are, what we’ve endured, and why we rise.

There are many ways to hear the soul of a nation.

Its music.
Its literature.
Its inventions.
Its morality.
Its kindness.
Its tears—to unite.

Each of us is a child, embarked on a mission—a mission chosen by G-d Himself—to endure and complete.

A lifetime of woe and struggle can feel like an eternity.
And yet, we, the Jewish nation, in every generation, are children born into this glorious mission:
To endure our sanity in the face of insanity.

Despised. Maligned. Rejected.
Abused. Mistreated. Misused.
Accused. And Disposed.

Can anyone endure such blows?
Can anyone maintain their dignity through such humiliation, such isolation?

No. Not anyone.

Which nation but one has withstood relentless mockery and ridicule, and still held onto its majesty, empathy, compassion, sanity, and nobility?

Only the Jewish People.

And which country—kicked, bounced on, mauled, constantly manhandled—still finds the strength to rise, and finds the superhuman grace to give to a cold, selfish, cruel, and hateful world—and in so doing, is lifted above it all?

Israel.

Thus, when a 12-year-old boy beautifully played a melody of absolute brokenness, we were not simply hearing music.

We were hearing a soul cry.
A message not just to the ears, but to the heart of a people.

His violin sent out a call from deep within:
We are one. We are family.
We will overcome. And we will rise.

That rendition of the Jewish soul, played by a 12-year-old child, was from a boy named Ben.

And in that moment, we remembered:
We, the children of this generation, must now, more than ever, hold the hands of the children of the past—and the children of the future.
We must embrace each other and never let go.

G-d Himself has chosen us to walk a path of otherworldly trials and tribulations,
challenges that even the Angels, themselves, could not endure.

And yet—we endure.
We survive.
We sing.
We play.
We love. We Give. We rise.

We are Am Yisrael Chai.

click to hear Ben Shapiro’s heartbreaking rendition of Schindler’s List