Thursday, April 19, 2012

"Even the beggar stood."

Yom chamishi, 27 Nisan 5772.

The headline reads "The Nation of Israel lives."   Indeed.
Today was Holocaust Heroes and Martyrs Remembrance Day in Israel.

I had just explained to a friend yesterday that I am increasingly a "Holocaust wimp," meaning that I can't cope well with the pain of the Shoah. For this reason, I observe the losses of the Holocaust along with the gigantic sucking chest wound that is Tisha B'Av, rather than trying to deal with it again on this day.  I like to think that if it hurts this much, one can take a pass on being reminded -- because she obviously isn't forgetting.

The Dearly Beloved and I went to Yerushalayim today to meet with friends.

As we made our way down Yaffa Street, I realized that people were beginning to stand and aim their cameras at some point up the street.  Being curious about what they were looking at, and completely having pushed the significance of the day out of mind, I stopped and looked at them. Suddenly, the moment they were anticipating came: the siren began its terrible-yet-comforting wail to mark the moment of silence in memory of our brave, broken, betrayed brethren.

I stood and watched them standing, as if in some sort of frozen flash mob scene, some with cameras aloft, no one moving.  Then I closed my eyes, and spent a moment with my great-grandmother Ruth.

I thought idly of whether she was known as "Rus" in her native Poland, since they surely used the Yiddish pronunciation, rather than the modern Hebrew "Rut."

Ruth was the last religious member of my father's family.  As she and the rest of the family prepared to flee from their family farm near Warsaw, the Nazis arrived.  The story goes that their was a mentally-handicapped girl in the family that the Nazis (they should rot in Hell forever and ever and ever and ever and ...) decided to take into the woods for who-knows-what purpose.  The girl was frightened.  Ruth spoke the last words the family remembers.  "I'll go with the child."  The two women were taken into the woods, and never seen again.

I have always felt honored to be named for her.  And as I stood with my eyes closed, I imagined her in Shemayim, in full, glorious triumph.  She won, you see.  She has great-great grandsons who walk around on Jewish soil, with Jewish-made weapons in their hands, defending the Jewish NATION. Jewish Nation, Mister Yemach Shemo, and all of your ideological forefathers and descendants.

Don't YOU ever forget.  Am Yisrael CHAI.  The Jewish Nation lives.

When the siren died down and I opened my eyes, the Dearly Beloved asked me what I had been thinking.  After I told him, we were both teary-eyed for a moment.

I asked him what he had been thinking.  "How remarkable are the Jewish people," he responded, including the slowly moving masses with a wave of his hand.  Then he pointed to a bright pink lump of color on the opposite side of the street, in front of HaMashbir.  "Even the beggar stood," he said. We wryly discussed how he managed to afford that fancy, bright-colored sheet on his "salary."  It occurred to us that some dear soul had probably purchased it from HaMashbir in a moment of intense charity for a downtrodden brother.

Yes, Neshama Of Ruth, you won.  Your children are growing up in a land of which you only dreamed.

May we do much to bring you Yiddishe nachas.

Glossary:
Shoah: the Hebrew name for the Holocaust
Tisha B'Av: the day we remember the destruction of the Holy Temple, and every other evil perpetrated on the Jewish people
Shemayim: Heaven
Yemach Shemo: "May his memory be erased."  A way to refer to Hitler and his ilk.  We try not to glorify evil by calling it by its name.
HaMashbir: probably the fanciest department store in Jerusalem
Neshama: soul
Yiddishe nachas: what every Jew wants from his children: the feeling of pride that comes from a kid who "gets it," and tries his best to be moral and kind and G-d-fearing

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