i wear the burden around my neck.
So something happened this weekend, something that the Sunday school teachers always warned me about.
I wanted to share, I know I dont update a lot, but it sickened me and I thought that everyone should know.
So hangin out with my roommate and some of her friends.
These boys find it comical to joke about me being jewish. It always pissed me off, but I guess I didnt want to make any drama over something I could handle.
Well it started to really piss me off this time. So I kinda start yelling how its really not funny to be a Jew. We take pride in our religion...especially after all our people have been through.
The next thing I know this one guy says oh yea my grandpa died in a concentration camp.
I was shocked and said what? why?
He fell off a guard tower.
I was in a word flabergasted. I ran to my room. Kelli came in and she couldnt beleive he said that.
Next thing I know all I see is red as I run out of my room and pour my drink all over this asshole, fall on him, and start screaming for him to get the hell out of my apartment and never come back. Since that night I have been begging G-d for my forgiveness for how I reacted. I wish I was a stronger person and less sensitive....i wish i could have handled the situation in a more dignified manner.
I think I'm making this sound super dramatic haha sorry.
Anyway then this other guy starts saying how I overreacted. Then I found myself defending my actions, defending the fact that people were killed, innocent people and that the Holocaust impacted not only my grandparents but me too.
Needless to say, everyone was kicked out. Kelli comforted me (thank G-d) as I cried my heart out.
I tried to sleep that night. But all I could think about was how idiotic some people could be. I tossed and turned thinking about how many things I have in my life as a Jew...and as a Jew those millions were taught how to suffer. How could i just lay here in my comfortable bed if they suffered?
I called my dad at 3 in the morning bawling...just needing to talk to someone who would understand how I felt. I couldnt tell if i was crying from the fact that innocent people were killed, the fact that my grandparents had to go thru so much, or the fact that these poeple that i once called friends could be so ignorant and cruel.
How can anyone take someone's suffering as a joke? As much as the Holocaust has impacted me, as the granddaughter of survivors...the numerous nightmares I have had about being chased by Nazis...I can't imagine the nightmares the actual survivors have.
So why then is it a joke? It makes me so sick. And its not even just the Holocaust. Its the blacks that for so long were tortured...its the native americans who robbed of their lives...its the fact that people can make people suffer. It's the fact that because it might have happened years ago its okay to joke about it.
But its not ok. Its not ok to joke and say your grandpa fell of a gaurd tower at the very concentration camp where millions of my poeple were suffering....its not ok that native americans are in reservations while we live off of their land....its not ok to throw around the word nigger, knowing what it was meant for.
In sunday school we had to talk about the holocaust so much. We read childrens books about kids living in the holocaust...we sang songs about the holocaust...we watched movies about the holocaust. We had to learn so much I had nightmares for years....because you have to understand at what a young age, us jews have to learn about the burden. Everytime I saw a train i would think of the jews that were herded onto them as the first part of the death journey.
I remember one time doing this project. We each were given a child and had to make a butterfly out of construction paper. On the butterfly we had to glue and picture of this child. Along with the picture was the childs age, and what concentration camp they died in. We hung the butterflies up on the ceiling.
A quote from one of the movies always haunted me. It was the last line given by a little girl who had escaped from a train..."it won't happen again, will it?"
There was two songs that haunted me. "On a wagon bound for market, theres a calf with a mournful eye, high above him a crow swoops down, laughing and mocking."
and another was written by a little boy in a ghetto. "the last, the very last so richly, brightly, dazzling yellow. perhaps if the suns tears could sing against a white stone." it was about a butterfly.
thats how these things happen. people become ignorant. so i ask you, dont forget...take a second right now to think of all the suffering that has happened in the past.
and dont let it happen agian.
your opinions on this is greatly appreciated.
p.s. i most def apologize at how dramatic this sounds lol...
I wanted to share, I know I dont update a lot, but it sickened me and I thought that everyone should know.
So hangin out with my roommate and some of her friends.
These boys find it comical to joke about me being jewish. It always pissed me off, but I guess I didnt want to make any drama over something I could handle.
Well it started to really piss me off this time. So I kinda start yelling how its really not funny to be a Jew. We take pride in our religion...especially after all our people have been through.
The next thing I know this one guy says oh yea my grandpa died in a concentration camp.
I was shocked and said what? why?
He fell off a guard tower.
I was in a word flabergasted. I ran to my room. Kelli came in and she couldnt beleive he said that.
Next thing I know all I see is red as I run out of my room and pour my drink all over this asshole, fall on him, and start screaming for him to get the hell out of my apartment and never come back. Since that night I have been begging G-d for my forgiveness for how I reacted. I wish I was a stronger person and less sensitive....i wish i could have handled the situation in a more dignified manner.
I think I'm making this sound super dramatic haha sorry.
Anyway then this other guy starts saying how I overreacted. Then I found myself defending my actions, defending the fact that people were killed, innocent people and that the Holocaust impacted not only my grandparents but me too.
Needless to say, everyone was kicked out. Kelli comforted me (thank G-d) as I cried my heart out.
I tried to sleep that night. But all I could think about was how idiotic some people could be. I tossed and turned thinking about how many things I have in my life as a Jew...and as a Jew those millions were taught how to suffer. How could i just lay here in my comfortable bed if they suffered?
I called my dad at 3 in the morning bawling...just needing to talk to someone who would understand how I felt. I couldnt tell if i was crying from the fact that innocent people were killed, the fact that my grandparents had to go thru so much, or the fact that these poeple that i once called friends could be so ignorant and cruel.
How can anyone take someone's suffering as a joke? As much as the Holocaust has impacted me, as the granddaughter of survivors...the numerous nightmares I have had about being chased by Nazis...I can't imagine the nightmares the actual survivors have.
So why then is it a joke? It makes me so sick. And its not even just the Holocaust. Its the blacks that for so long were tortured...its the native americans who robbed of their lives...its the fact that people can make people suffer. It's the fact that because it might have happened years ago its okay to joke about it.
But its not ok. Its not ok to joke and say your grandpa fell of a gaurd tower at the very concentration camp where millions of my poeple were suffering....its not ok that native americans are in reservations while we live off of their land....its not ok to throw around the word nigger, knowing what it was meant for.
In sunday school we had to talk about the holocaust so much. We read childrens books about kids living in the holocaust...we sang songs about the holocaust...we watched movies about the holocaust. We had to learn so much I had nightmares for years....because you have to understand at what a young age, us jews have to learn about the burden. Everytime I saw a train i would think of the jews that were herded onto them as the first part of the death journey.
I remember one time doing this project. We each were given a child and had to make a butterfly out of construction paper. On the butterfly we had to glue and picture of this child. Along with the picture was the childs age, and what concentration camp they died in. We hung the butterflies up on the ceiling.
A quote from one of the movies always haunted me. It was the last line given by a little girl who had escaped from a train..."it won't happen again, will it?"
There was two songs that haunted me. "On a wagon bound for market, theres a calf with a mournful eye, high above him a crow swoops down, laughing and mocking."
and another was written by a little boy in a ghetto. "the last, the very last so richly, brightly, dazzling yellow. perhaps if the suns tears could sing against a white stone." it was about a butterfly.
thats how these things happen. people become ignorant. so i ask you, dont forget...take a second right now to think of all the suffering that has happened in the past.
and dont let it happen agian.
your opinions on this is greatly appreciated.
p.s. i most def apologize at how dramatic this sounds lol...