I really believed it was possible.
I believed that in times of calm and absence of war, Jews could live in Peace
with each other. I wanted to believe that a shared Past, Present and Future
could forge us here in Eretz Yisrael into one cohesive unit.
I wished for one moment, one brief moment that we all shell our
differences and appreciate each other irrespective of their views. I envisioned
a day where foul language and name calling will be part of a fading past and
replaced with "agreeing to disagree."
To say that I was never guilty of any attempts to discredit
others, sometimes in a language that was always devoid of criticism or
cynicism, would be a lie.
I can, however, say that I never stooped down to some of the
levels that I witness others do. Engaging in that would be against anything I
was raised to value.
Recent events here have shattered that dream. Jews accusing each
other for failing to fulfill that which is expected of us by our esteemed and
noble tradition. Finger pointing has become an almost daily practice and the
accusations are getting uglier with each passing day.
I cannot but hear the deafening cries of The Image of G-d, that
spark of goodness within each of us imploring to be rekindled. The principles
of an ancient and sometimes invisible and often forgotten covenant are pleading
and begging to emerge and shine.
Will we ever be able to collect the millions of pieces and build
a better, more exalting Jewish world?
The fighter in me refuses to give up and extinguish that wish, that
hope. The optimist in me deeply believes, in some of the unexplored creases of
my Jewish essence that it will come true.
My only question is, what will it take and how long.
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