Racism and hate has always been here even if we didn’t want to see it.

I grew up in a very multicultural environment.  My friends were many different religions and came from many different cultures.  They were of many ethnicities.  They came from different socio-economic backgrounds.  Some had intact families, some had parents that were divorced.  Some were straight and while some were not ‘out’ yet, we all knew they were gay. It was a great way to grow up as people were just people.  Friends were friends because of who they were, not any other reason.  Growing up this way shaped me as person.  To this day, my friends are my friends because of who they are, not based on their religion, culture, ethnicity, socio-economic status, sexual orientation or identification. 

I didn’t realize that how I grew up was a bubble in a world that was not like that until much later in my life.  As a Jewish, middle-class kid, I didn’t feel any different than my friends.  I would go to their house; they would come to mine. We all played together, hung out together, dated each other, shared our hopes and dreams with each other.  I wrongly assumed that everybody felt the way I felt.

It wasn’t until I went away to college that I began to notice the difference.  We went to different colleges, and some didn’t go to college.  A number of my friends had children when they were 19, 20 or 21.  Even my friends who went to college with me ended up having different social groups that were more aligned with their personal identity.  I joined a Jewish fraternity.  I had friends that joined the historically black fraternities.  Some joined fraternities that didn’t like Jews or black people.  Others joined no fraternity and had a totally different social circle.

While I faced antisemitism in college, I didn’t see my friends facing prejudice because of their skin color or their ethnicity or their sexual identity.  It wasn’t something that I lived with and so it was easy not to notice.  I was blind to the discrimination they faced.  When my childhood friends came out, it wasn’t a big deal to me because I had already known they were gay since childhood.  While I was happy that they could now publicly be who they were, I didn’t understand what they were now facing as openly gay men.

It wasn’t until I was in my 40s and living in Seattle that I began to notice what my friends faced.  I saw the Jew hatred starting and saw others ignoring it or not standing up for it.  I saw hatred against the LGTBQ+ community and saw people ignore it.  A friend of mine there told me that my leadership reminded her of Harvey Milk, and I’m embarrassed to admit that while I knew the name and that he was a gay man and leader in San Francisco, I didn’t know his story.  I read about him, watched the movie (I highly recommend watching Sean Penn as Harvey Milk in the movie Milk) and was amazed that this incredible leader isn’t taught to children.  I was more stunned when I learned it was his murderer who got off on the ‘Twinkie Defense’ which I had heard of. 

Harvey Milk

When the murders happened at Pulse in Orlando, it was shocking to me.  After Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Philando Castile, Botham Jean, Breanna Taylor, and Ahmaud Arbery were killed, I remember a friend of mine posting about how her son was driving across country and how worried she was about his safety because he would be driving while black. That was a slap in the face for me.  My children were just a little younger than hers and while I worried about them driving safely, I wasn’t worried about them getting pulled over and ending up dead.  It deeply affected me and made me realize how much I was oblivious to because of how I grew up and my own life experiences.  My heart broke for her.  It broke for my other friends who faced the same thing and were not comfortable saying it publicly.

When my son was recruited to play football by Howard University, a historically black college, I was excited for him.  Howard is an excellent school with a great alumni base, and a childhood friend of mine was one of the coaches.  When they offered him a full scholarship, I really wanted him to choose Howard.  I was surprised by the pushback I got from people.  He decided to attend UCF instead and I was sad about the process.  When he thought about transferring, he was recruited by 4-5 other HBCs and I encouraged him to consider them.  Again, there was pushback by others which saddened me. 

I began paying more attention.  One of my childhood friends posts regularly about black history and important black historical figures.  Most of them I have never heard of and as I read about them, I am sad that I never had.  When The Free Press wrote an article about Bayard Rustin, the architect of the March on Washington in 1963, I was stunned that I had never heard of him.  I learned about the March on Washington, the Reverand Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and Malcom X.  Why had I never learned about Bayard Rustin? 

Bayard Rustin – if you haven’t seen the movie about him and the March on Washington, watch it!

When October 7th happened, it was my turn.  The pain I felt from the murders, rapes, and kidnappings that day was intense.  I was worried about my friends in Israel who lived in the south of Israel and could be murdered just because they were Jewish.  Those murdered and kidnapped from the Nova music festival hit me hard as that could have been my children and could have been me with them.  When my friend’s son was killed by the terrorists, it hit hard.  He was younger than both my sons.  When I learned of family members of my friends who were being held hostage, I was devastated.  As of now, there were 10 hostages that are related to my friends.  6 remain hostages to this date. 

When the violence against Jews increased after October 7th and people were silent, I was outraged.  When the denial of the rapes happened, I was outraged.  When the women’s rights groups are silent about the rape of Jewish women on October 7th, I was outraged.  When the hostages are forgotten or not mentioned by many of our leaders, I am outraged.  When Israel gets vilified for defending her citizens, I get outraged.  When the lies about what is going on become accepted, I get outraged. 

I got it.  While Jews marched with Dr. King and were active in the civil rights movement, that was 50 years ago.  Where have we been as real partners for other communities, building friendships and relationships, since then?  How could we expect them to be there for us when we haven’t been there for them?  Of course there are some people who have been, but as a community, we have not.  I made a commitment to not be that person any longer.  To build relationships with other communities so they know the Jews are there for them before we ask them to be there for us. To have my eyes open for hatred of all types and to stand up against it. 

On Thursday June 20, 2024, the SF Giants played the St. Louis Cardinals at Rickwood Field in Birmingham, Alabama.  It was a tribute to the Negro Leagues and to honor Willie Mays (z’l).  The fact that Mays died on June 18, 2024, days before the game, made it more poignant.  That June 19th is the holiday Juneteenth made it more powerful.  During the pregame interviews on television, Alex Rodriguez asked Reggie Jackson what it was like returning to a field that held so many memories of baseball’s past.  Reggie’s response was one of the most powerful things I have ever heard. He describes with bitter passion how horrible it was for him.  He shared the prejudice he faced.  How his manager, teammates, and even the owner, supported him.  How they likely saved his life because without them he would have reacted on his anger.  It made me commit even more to fight against racism and hatred.  Watch the interview – it is powerful.

Reggie Jackson sharing the powerful experiences he had with racism when he played in Birmingham

As I listened to Reggie talk, it hit me that we are back there again.  From violence against the black community, the LGTBQ+ community, the Asian community, the Muslim community, and the current horrific issues against the Jewish community, it is just like what Reggie described.  “No Jews” is now heard.  Being a Zionist means your teachers and other students will discriminate against you.  Being Jewish makes you eligible to be attacked.  Looking Jewish makes you a target for physical violence.  A 12-year-old Jewish girl was gang raped in France on June 19th because she was Jewish.  Jewish schools have been shot at in Canada.  The horrors Reggie faced are now being faced by Jewish students on college campuses, in public schools, synagogues, and other public spaces.  How have we come so far to be right back where we were?

This is why we need to do 3 things immediately.

  1. Get educated.  Learn the facts.  Don’t believe the lies and don’t just speak in generalities.  Know that Zionists so wanted a Jewish homeland that they accepted the partition plan immediately despite the challenges the plan presented.  It was a Jewish homeland, so they took it.  The Arabs rejected it and have continued to reject every opportunity for peace and a 2-state solution since 1948.  Most of the time rejecting with violence.  Learn about the State of Israel and the Arab supreme court Justice, the Arabs in the Knesset.  The Israeli-Arabs, the Ethiopian Jews, the Druze, the Bhai, the Bedouins, and the Christians.  Hasbarah is great but not enough.  Learn the history.  Learn the facts.  Be able to have an intelligent discussion and defend Israel.  Even when you are talking with people who know nothing.  Actually, especially when you are talking with people who know nothing. 
  • Defend Israel and the Jewish people.  The days of hiding or playing defense are over.  We play offense now.  We don’t take the beatings because we get to stay alive.  We fight back so we can live.  Go to Israel and be public about it.  Wear your Jewish pride, as a Star of David, a Chai, a kippah, a t-shirt, or whatever you want.  Stand up.  Speak out. 
  • Build relationships with other communities.  We need to have these relationships.  During Pride month, be visible as a Jew celebrating Pride.  During Black History month, be visible as a Jew.  Stand with the black community as they celebrate their history.  During Ramadan, go to a community Iftar and celebrate with your Muslim brothers and sisters.  Learn the right greeting and wish them a Ramadan Kareem or Ramadan Mubarak.  Know and use the greeting Eid Mubarak on Eid-al-fitr, the last day of Ramadan.  Build relationships with the Christian community, the Sikh community, and every other community you can.  We need them and they need us. 

Here is an example of what getting educated and defending Israel can look like.  Watch as this lie, this falsehood, is completely exposed by the speaker.

This is what we all need to be able to do.

And watch true experts, Douglas Murray and Natasha Hausdorff debate on behalf of Israel here.  Some highlights of the debate are below.

Some highlights of the debate.

Hate is on the rise.  Don’t think it isn’t.  Don’t think it hasn’t always been here.  I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t see it for a long time while my friends had to deal with it.  I’m embarrassed it took what it took to open my eyes.  Now that they are open, there are only two options. 

  1. Keep my eyes open and take action to fight hate and bigotry.
  2. Put my head back in the sand and pretend that I never saw it. 

History has shown that only keeping our eyes open open and taking action has positive results.  This action includes making the effort to support other communities and show that we are there for them before we need them to be there for us. That’s my choice. What is yours?

Anger, Rage, Love, Hope

On Sunday Jan 14, 2024, it will officially be 100 days since the violent attacks by Hamas resulting in the murder, mutilation, rape, burning, and kidnapping of Israelis.  There remain 132 people held hostage by Hamas in Gaza including infants, toddlers, children, women, and the elderly.  They have not been provided their medication in 100 days.  They have been held in underground tunnels for 100 days.  Birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays have come and gone while they are being held captive.  For the past hundred days the attacks on October 7th, the murders, mutilation, rape, burning, and kidnapping of my Jewish and non-Jewish brothers and sisters just because they were in Israel has weighed heavy on me. 

I ordered a new Magen David (Star of David) from Israel that I wear.  I got two dogtags from Israel, one saying “Bring them Home Now” in English and Hebrew, the other quoting released hostage Mia Schem, taken from the Nova music festival, and her tattoo, boldly stating, “We will dance again.” I want to fly an Israeli flag at my house, however due to the rise in antisemitism and the fears of my family, I don’t. 

This rise in antisemitism has fueled my anger and rage.  Seeing what’s happening on campus and watching and listening to then President of The University of Pennsylvania, Liz Magill, then President of Harvard College, Claudine Gay, and President of MIT, Sally Kornbluth refuse to state that calls for the genocide of Jews would violate their University’s code of contact was infuriating and unbelievable. 

Watching some members of the US House of Representatives who previously stood strongly against sexual violence keep silent because the victims were Jews burns in my gut.  People shamelessly throwing around words like ‘ethnic cleansing’ and ‘genocide’ without knowing the definition or the proper application has fire in my eyes.  When South Africa has the nerve to charge Israel with genocide at the International Criminal Court my body cramped and ached with exhaustion.  Israel, and the Jewish people, are being singled out compared to every other group or nation and excluded from protection.

When Germany, of all nations, comes out with a strong statement in support of Israel, clearly stating they are not involved in genocide, it provides relief.  When Canada stands up and says that while they believe in the process of the International Criminal Court, it “does not mean we support the premise of the case brought forward by South Africa.” it is both surprising because of recent events in Canada and relief that they are doing what’s right.  When the U.K. calls these claims “unjustified’ it generates major news.  The United States has called these claims ‘unfounded’.  It took watching and listening to Dr. Tal Becker’s incredible opening statement, 30 minutes of powerful and clear statements, to truly provide me with some relief.

This is not the way I lived my life prior to October 7, 2023.  It’s not how I want to live my life today.  Yet the realities of what occurred on October 7th and what has happened since, have me struggling on a daily basis.  I was talking with a friend on Friday over coffee who saw the 47-minute Hamas video with me about the experience.  She commented on how she hasn’t been able to process it with anybody because they can’t imagine the horrors she witnessed.  And how some of the images will never leave her memory.  I feel the same way and some of the images that have deeply disturbed her are the same that deeply disturb me. 

So how do I move forward?  How do I find inspiration and hope in a world that continues to suck hope and joy out with such incredible hate.  How do I get past these feelings when I already know where I will go and who will hide me and my family if that time should ever come?  How do I come to accept that not only have I had that thought but spoken to that person who agreed to do it?  That in 2024, in the United States of America, I feel so unsafe that I need to have a secure place to hide.  That the hatred of Jews is so strong and accepted that people feel safe screaming it from the top of lungs in public settings.

I have found inspiration in three places.   The first is the Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr.  A true leader in times when the African American community was facing the same type of public hatred, he remained a beacon of light.  Nearly 56 years after his assassination, his words, spirit, and leadership remain powerful.  How fitting is that as I write this, it is the weekend celebrating his birth.  Dr. King has many famous quotes that are filled with inspiration.  So many inspired me.  I picked 5 that speak to me now.

Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.

We must walk on in the days ahead with an audacious faith in the future.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.

You will notice that 3 of the 5 relate to love instead of hatred.  It’s easy to be filled with hate after October 7th and the 100 days the hostages have been kept.  It’s easy to hate when the Red Cross refuses to see the hostages or get them medicine.  It’s easy to hate after watching the 47-minute Hamas video.  Yet hatred, as Dr. King states, is a burden, paralyzes, confuses, and darkens life.  As I struggle with my anger and rage, Dr. King inspires me to be better and to do better.  He reminds me that those who are sincerely ignorant and consciously stupid are dangerous and I have an obligation to continue to learn and to educate others.  And most importantly, he reminds me that I must have faith in the future and focus on love, not hate.

The second may be seen by some as controversial.  Joe Paterno was more than a football coach.  The investment he put into his players as people is legendary.  I know so many people who weren’t players who had interactions with him and his focus was always about being better people.  What type of person do you want to be?  What type of parent?  Spouse?  I have friends who played on his teams and they all talk about how he invested in them as people.  Due to the Sandusky scandal, the statue of him was removed.  Penn State fans want it back and recently I read something about it once again.  The thought came to me that were he still alive, the statue wouldn’t be something he cared about.  But the type of people he coached and how they live their lives today is something he’d care about.  One of my middle and high school friends who was on the team from 1985-1990 is a great example.  Darryl is also in coaching and has been a mentor to my son Evan.  Along with being a friend to me, he is always available to help Evan.  I have seen the way he interacts with the players he coaches and like Joe Paterno, he cares about them as people first.  As I struggle with the feelings since October 7th, I think of the lessons from Coach Paterno and how that relates.  “Success with honor” was one of key goals for Coach Paterno.  It’s also how the IDF behaves.  They have their mission however they go above and beyond to what they can to ensure civilians aren’t harmed.  Unfortunately, Hamas does everything they can to ensure that civilians are harmed.  Coach Paterno had to compete against those who cheated.  Israel has to fight against Hamas who uses hospitals, schools, mosques, and homes as military bases.  Yet neither Coach Paterno nor the IDF compromise their values even when it makes things more difficult. 

The third place I find my inspiration is from my father.  I had a very close relationship with my father and when he died in September 2022, it had a huge impact on me.  My dad always focused on what you do, not what you say.  He focused on family and how important it is.  He cared about people and was always there as a resource to anybody and everybody.  As I struggle with these feelings, I often hear my dad in my head, giving me advice and guidance.  I have wanted to go to Israel since October 7th but my family is too concerned about safety and doesn’t want me to go.  I hear my dad telling me that as much as I want to go, as much as I need to go for myself, nothing is more important than family.  I know he would tell me to do what I can from here and be grateful that I can do things from here, even if it isn’t what I would prefer to do.  As I struggle with the anger and rage, he would tell me to focus on the beauty in my life, my family, my friends, and appreciate what I have rather than be consumed with anger and hate.  Like Dr. King, my dad focused on love and light.  I miss him terribly but even now, he is helping me deal with these feelings.

My brother, my dad, and me. He was my mentor and idol and he continues to teach me every day.

Today was the Ride for Israel in town.  Some wonderful community members put it together and a large crowd showed up for motorcycle and cars driving with Israeli flags, signs, and more throughout Orlando.  For two hours we drove all around town as people honked in support.  We had a great crowd and it felt good to be together as a community in support of Israel and the Kibbutzim that were attacked on October 7th.  It was a day of love, hope, community, friendship and fun.  As I struggle with the feelings post October 7th, it’s things like this along with the inspiration from Dr. King, Joe Paterno, and my dad that get me through it. 

Leaders of the Ride for Israel. What an incredible day.

I do believe and have hope for the future.  And perhaps that hope is what will get me through these challenging days.

Inspiring art and words from Joanne Fink

They are always watching

Some people get inspired by poetry.  Others by art such paintings or sculptures.  For some it is the beauty of dance.  Still another group it’s the theater.  That’s the great thing about the arts.  Different people can find inspiration in different things at different times.  For me, it has always been through music and the lyrics, or poetry, that make up the song. For years I would quote my favorite poet, Bruce Springsteen.

Recently, I have been listening to a lot of country music.  I think it’s because my oldest son likes it and listens to it (along with hip-hop) in his car or when he would take over the music in my car.  Since I tend to do most of the long-distance driving, I began listening.  After our 10+ hour drive to Tennessee to move him to graduate school I was fully hooked and even had some favorite ‘new’ songs. 

The lyrics to country music truly speak to life.  I have found many artists that I like and even more songs that speak to me.  As my children are now in their 20s, I found it a little odd that the song ‘Watching You’ by Rodney Atkins became a favorite as it’s about a father and his 4-year-old son.  As I listened to it over many days, I finally realized that it’s not just about our children watching and learning from us.  Children are sponges and soak up whatever we put out.  What speaks to me now is the impact of this.  As we see worldwide hatred continue to grow, as we have seen the incredible expression of Jew hatred since October 7th, it really does come down to the lyrics of this song and people watching us.

“So I said ‘son, where did you learn to talk like that?’  He said, ‘I’ve been watching you dad, ain’t that cool? I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you.  And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are. We got cowboy boots and camo pants.  Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad?  I wanna do everything you do.  So I’ve been watching you.’”

People watch what we do.  Our children are exposed the most and we have the most impact on them.  I think of the messages I got from my parents and my grandparents about what really matters and what to invest in.  About the messages I have sent and continue to send to my children. 

Sitting in Grandpa Len’s lap. He never stopped teaching
Grandpa Si was always teaching us as we watched him
I was lucky to have all 4 grandparents alive and teaching me until I was 26

I want to focus on 5. 

1. Family is everything.  It’s something my parents and grandparents always believed in.  Whether that meant ensuring we spent time together as a nuclear family, extended family, or with those who are just considered family, there was never a question about this in our house.  Growing up, we attended every family celebration.  We spent vacations at my grandparent’s beach house in Connecticut which meant we spent that time with most of our cousins.  Holidays were family events and I have fond memories of Thanksgiving and Passover with my cousins.  This is something I have continued with my children.  It’s essential they understand that when it comes to family, that always comes first.   

The family celebrating Ali’s 50th birthday
One of our memorable family vacations
My parents with their 7 grandchildren on their 50th anniversary cruise
The Dvorchik family all together
Even without my dad, when there is a family event we show up

2. Judaism matters.  I spent most of my childhood at the synagogue or JCC.  Hebrew school was 3 days a week.  We went on Shabbat morning for services.  My parents were involved so there was usually an event at least one other day a week.  4-5 days a week, 10 months a year, I was there for something.  The JCC was a couple of blocks away and easy to walk between the two.  I learned to swim at the JCC.  I played basketball, floor hockey, did community theater and was on the swim team at the JCC.  As I got older, the public school had a bus that stopped there so it was common for my friends and I to go there after school and then, at 5 pm, figure out which of our mom’s would be able to pick us up.  Using the phone at the reception desk, eventually we would find one of them at home or before they left work to get us.  At least most of the time.  Being Jewish and a part of the Jewish community was ingrained in me from the beginning by what my parents did and invested in.  I went to Jewish summer camp.  I was involved with a Jewish youth group. 

My synagogue confirmation class. We still keep in touch and many of us are in Facebook chat.There is even a big time future Rabbi in our group!

Every Friday night we had Shabbat dinner.  We all sat down at the table after lighting candles.  My dad said the kiddush.  One of the kids said Hamotzi.  Every week.  We could invite friends if we wanted.  As we got older, we were allowed to go out with friends on Friday night only AFTER Shabbat dinner.  It was tradition.  It was special.  As my kids got older and my oldest started playing high school football, during football season, our Shabbat dinner changed.  Instead of being at the table, it was in the stands, usually a hot dog and soda as we watched him play.  It wasn’t the same quality of meal, but it was the same quality of time together.  Even today, we are talking about Shabbat dinner and while I don’t bake Challah like I used to before becoming gluten free, I’m trying to find a good recipe so it will be part of the weekly ritual.  Family time is special and a value to my grandparents, parents, myself, and our children. The investment my parents and grandparents put into infusing being Jewish into my core remains today.

As little kids, lighting the menorah with my dad
As a little kid, saying Hamotzi with my Grandpa Si on Shabbat
Kiddush with Grandpa Si. I got a sip of wine.

3. Talk is cheap.  This was one of my dad’s favorite statements to me (or maybe most often used).  Anybody can say anything.  It’s not what you say but what you do that matters.  As a child, I would always have an excuse.  My dad taught me that it didn’t matter what you said, it mattered what you did.  “Show me, don’t tell me.” was a common theme.  My parents showed love.  They showed responsibility.  They showed what a marriage looked like.  They showed what raising a family is like.  They showed sacrifice.  They showed commitment.  They gave the example of what to do, not what to say.  At work. With each other. With us. Basically, they showed how to do this in life.

4. The best gift you can give your children is to love their mother.  This came from my dad and his father.  I heard this growing up.  I saw it in action with my grandparents and my parents.  Both sets of grandparents were married for over 55 years.  My parents were married for over 55 years.  They set the example for their children about love, commitment, and respect. 

One of my favorite pictures of my parents showing their love
Their faces show their love
Their wedding picture has always been a favorite
My dad’s favorite picture of my mom – he always had it in his office
Ali and me enjoying a night out

5. Get involved and make a difference.  My parents and grandparents were always involved in the community, particularly the Jewish community.  Presidents of their synagogue.  Involved with the men’s clubs, sisterhoods.  Volunteering at the Jewish Home for the Aged as I grew up.  The Masons, Kiwanis, Hadassah, National Council of Jewish Women, and B’nai Brith are just some of the organizations they were involved with.  My grandmother knitted slippers and hats for people in the hospital.  Growing up, I saw what commitment was like and as I got involved with my youth group, I took on leadership roles.  In college, I was a leader in my fraternity.  Throughout my adult life, getting involved has been important to me whether it was in the workplace or the things I do for fun.  It’s something I have infused into my children as well.  Just showing up isn’t enough.  We have an obligation to get involved and make a difference.

My dad’s last big volunteer effort was a Nefesh Mountain concert to raise money for Jewish summer camps scholarships. Everybody said he was crazy. They made about 10k to help send kids to camp. He was so excited and so proud.

When I listen to Rodney Atkins sing those lyrics, I see myself as a little boy looking up at my dad.  I see my boys looking up to me as their dad.  And I think about the final chorus when he sings:

My dad with me and my brother when we were little
I’m sure I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to
The time I took my kids to dinner with Eli Weisel

But when I’m big I’ll still know what to do.  Cause I’ve been watching you dad, ain’t that cool?  I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you.  And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are.  By then I’ll be strong as superman.  We’ll be just alike, hey, won’t we dad?  When I can do everything you do.  ‘Cause I’ve been watching you.

Our kids are watching us and learning.  Their friends are watching us and learning.  The world is looking at us and watching and learning.  What are we committed to showing and teaching them?  For me, I know.  Do you?

My favorite picture of me and my dad. This is from Evan’s Bar Mitzvah party. We were both filled with so much joy.