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Rachel Kennelly

Shalom: A teenager’s words on Israel and anti-Semitism

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The moment I heard Roz Rothstein, co-founder and CEO of StandWithUs say, “When my own mother, who survived the Holocaust and was in a DP camp, heard that Israel became a state in 1948, she and other survivors danced. They danced for their own joy, and they danced for all those Jews who could no longer dance for themselves because they were murdered by Hitler,” at the StandWithUs MZ Teen Interns Conference in August 2013, I knew those words would be in my heart forever. I knew those were words I wanted others to hear.

I am a currently StandWithUS MZ Teen Intern, one of 50 teens across the United States who works with StandWithUS and to educate our peers, combat anti-Israel sentiment and anti-Semitism, and advocate for Israel through campaigns and programs. Each month, we have an MZ teen regional conference call to continue our Israel education and expand knowledge base.

One night, after one of our calls, I was feeling very frustrated that in spite of all the positive contributions Israel has made to the world and in spite of everything that the Jewish people have gone through, anti-Semitism and anti-Israel sentiment are still prevalent. That same night, one of my friends said that people always tell her that she’s lucky that she doesn’t look Jewish.The idea that it was good that someone didn’t “look Jewish” to me seemed ridiculous. The very idea that one should look a certain way to appear Jewish has always sounded absurd to me. I look Jewish because I am Jewish.

At that moment, I realized I needed to do something. I needed to speak out. I needed to tell people my story, the story of my homeland, and the story of my people. So I wrote a poem.

I wrote a poem, and I called it “Shalom,” because shalom, which can mean so many things, seemed to be the only word that could fully grasp what Judaism and Israel mean to me. I wrote the poem as a spoken word piece because I wanted it to be read aloud because it was meant to tell people my story. I read it to some of my Jewish friends, and they loved it. The real challenge was when I performed the piece at my school’s open mic night; could I get these kids with no affiliation with Judaism or Israel to listen and care? The piece received positive feedback from both Jewish and non-Jewish people, which gives me hope. I am hopeful because I believe that through telling stories and understanding the stories of others, we can achieve peace.

Shalom

If I am not for myself,

who will be for me?

If not now,

When?

 

Growing up,

I thought it was funny

that the story of most Jewish holidays

was that people tried to kill us

they failed

let’s eat.

You see, to me,

people wanting to kill the Jewish people was nothing new.

It meant that it was merely another holiday.

 

Until I saw the numbers tattooed on her arm

Until I heard the stories from inside the camp

saw emaciated faces of my people

Until I saw their shoes.

There were so many of them.

My people were not even granted the privilege

to be murdered in shoes.

They were shuffled like stock to the slaughter,

barefoot.

No one warns you

how small some of the shoes are.

Children and babies were murdered.

Teens were murdered.

Some of them probably weren’t that much different than me.

 

There is so much hate in the world.

I want to hug my message of peace

Into the ignorant minds of those

who tell me my homeland is committing genocide

who tell me I support apartheid

who tell me I support hate

who tell me I don’t want peace

that they haven’t seen

the joy in the faces of two young boys

one Syrian, whose country has tried to wipe my homeland off the map,

one Palestinian, the likes of which my homeland is accused of gratuitously killing,

who have both just been given free heart surgery to save their lives

in Israel.

That they haven’t seen

the Kotel on Tisha B’av

Because when I stand at the only piece left of the Second Temple

with my pangs of hunger in my stomach as I mourn the destruction

surrounded by praying women who help the Wailing Wall live up to its name,

I imagine what it was like before my people were scattered across the world,

like puzzle pieces dreaming that one day,

we may be put back together again.

 

You see, people have tried to kill the Jewish people a few times before.

Pharaoh

Antiochus

Romans

Hadrian

The Crusades

The Inquisition

The Damascus Affair

The Pogroms

The Holocaust

We’ve been expelled,

banned,

labeled,

ghettoized,

massacred,

forced to convert,

burned at the stake,

tortured,

and killed.

I know we’re the Chosen People.

But chosen for what?

 

I want to travel the world someday,

but there are some countries

where I am still not welcome

where it would not be safe for my grandfather to wear his kippah.

My star of David hangs like a noose around my neck.

There are swastikas still

painted on the walls as we walk to the synagogue.

 

So when you tell me to pick up that penny,

or to stop being such a Jew when I won’t lend you money,

you can kiss my penny-pinching ass.

And when you tell me that,

I don’t look Jewish

What do Jewish people look like?

I think that at least one looks like me.

These stereotypes that are rooted in centuries of hatred and oppression

aren’t going to make me laugh.

When you spread hatred and anti-Semitism,

You make the days I spend in synagogue atoning on Yom Kippur worthwhile.

 

In the DP camps after the Holocaust,

when the Jewish people heard about the founding of Israel,

they danced for the people

who could not dance for themselves.

Not enough Jews are dancing anymore,

but there are always people to dance for.

If we are not for ourselves,

who will be for us?

About the Author
Rachel Kennelly is going to be a freshman at Reed College this fall. She is a StandWithUs MZ Teen Intern, one of 50 teens around the country trained by StandWithUs to educate about and advocate for Israel. She is also very active in BBYO. Her passions include travel, Israel, poetry, and global Jewry.
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