Marc H. Wilson
MARC WILUDZANSKI-WILSON is a retired rabbi who writes from Greenville, South Carolina.

Members of my tribe!

Where is our rage over desperate babies torn from their hopeless mommas’ arms? Unwanted immigrants, ruthlessly denied the protection and caring of their parents? Cruel, unconscionable, unimaginable in the Land that that opens her arms and invites,
“Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF MY TRIBE: Isn’t this precisely the same helplessness and grief that our own people suffered less the century ago? And, who listened? Who cared? The putative “Free World”? And, I daresay, not much better even from our own Mishpocha?

We know better than anyone the horror of children grabbed from their mothers’ bosoms, of forcible dislocation, of cruelty and atrocity.
NOW 1,500 BABIES ARE SIMPLY LOST. Where? Who cares? Do not be afraid to say it: “This is the prelude to the Third Reich tapping at our door.”

Will we brothers and sisters, no matter our affluence, still remember their bitter cries? Will they lead to our own outrage? advocacy? protests? Or are they immaterial, because the cries come from Mr. Trump’s “animals,” not members of our human family.

IF I HELP TAKING THE LEAD, are you with me?

Marc Wiludjanski-Wilson is a retired rabbi who blogs from Greenville, SC

About the Author
Marc Wilson is a rabbi and activist, serving congregations for four decades. He lives in Greenville, SC, and is blessed with a compassionate wife and the 14 smartest grandchildren ever. He especially loves being with family, teaching Torah, and cooking a competitive kosher gumbo. Marc is especially passionate about inclusive Yiddishkeit and the long, strange trip his life has been. He considers his greatest achievement the seven years he cared for his homebound parents. Contact Wiludi (Rabbi Marc) at