A Jewish Journey of Identity and Courage

to calm. “Unfortunately, there will be times when you encounter ignorance, antisemitism, and even verbal or physical abuse. It’s essential to learn how to protect yourselves and know when to walk away versus when to stand up for yourselves. Most importantly, remember you’re not alone. Talk to your family, confide in friends—even friends from this workshop. If you never ask for help, no one will know you’re struggling.” I thought of my conversations with Olivia. She tried to help, but she didn’t understand me the way the people in the workshop did. Even though she’s a great friend who knows me well, she’s not in the same situation, so it’s hard for her to grasp what I’ve been through. She didn’t realize how much Bethany’s words had hurt me or how important it was for me to stay connected to my religion. Without meaning to, she made me feel like I had to hide parts of myself. Her desire to protect me sometimes pushed me away from my friends and made me feel like I was being someone I’m not. Thanks to the workshop, I could truly connect with my traditions, my community, and the history of the people I belong to. I’m an American, I’m Jewish, and I’m also Israeli. All these identities can coexist peacefully within me. When the workshop concluded, we all hugged and promised to stay in touch. Shelly mentioned she would be returning to Israel in a few weeks and invited anyone who wanted to visit her. She even promised to take us to her favorite hummus spot.

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David and I stepped out of the building, and once again, I felt shorter than usual. “It’s strange to think that next week we won’t be meeting here

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