My Judaism taught me to remember
the oppressed and the marginalized,
to stand with them,
to hold hands with them –
for once we were oppressed,
once we were marginalized,
once we were slaves,
once we had to wander
without a home…
My Judaism taught me to consider
all sides of an issue, to weigh all facts
perspectives and permutations,
to learn as much as possible and to
think critically about everything.
My Judaism taught me to question.
My Judaism taught me to struggle
with the truth, with god even,
to struggle to understand
what is right and
what is wrong.
My Judaism taught me
the irreplaceable value of
the written word.
My Judaism proved to me that
the oppressors control the story,
and unless you can
scribble away in buried journals,
onto slips of paper left behind in the cracks,
thrown from the slits between the bars,
hidden in the pockets of discarded clothing,
your story will never be heard,
your story will never be known.
My Judaism taught me that
it is MY JOB to speak for
those who can’t speak for themselves;
it is MY JOB to speak out against
Injustice Everywhere;
it is MY JOB to Heal the World.
My Judaism taught me that
the world doesn’t care,
only people do.
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