My Favorite Jewish Holiday

It may not be Halachic and it may be an American creation, but my favorite Jewish holiday is Thanksgiving. 

It is a time when I am reminded how thankful I am that my grandparents and my wife’s had the courage and foresight to emigrate to the real golden medina. I don’t know how many relatives who stayed behind perished in the Holocaust.

I was talking about this with a friend the other day.  She said she felt the same way. “If those grandparents hadn’t come there’s a very significant chance that none of us would be alive to ponder the matter.”

There is no other country in the Diaspora where we Jews could enjoy the freedom and opportunity we have here as individuals and as a community.

Our country has done much that the Jewish people have to be thankful for, not the least is supporting the establishment of the State of Israel and being its best and most reliable friend. 

No less important has been America’s role as a haven for Jews seeking safe refuge and opportunity and helping win freedom for Jews in the former Soviet Union.

We are, all of us, very lucky people and have much to be thankful for, not the least is the courage and wisdom of our grandparents for coming here more than a century ago “yearning to breathe free.”

About the Author
Douglas M. Bloomfield is a syndicated columnist, Washington lobbyist and consultant. He spent nine years as the legislative director and chief lobbyist for AIPAC.