Rabbi Menachem Creditor
Those images are so familiar,
because they were emblazoned
into my eyes when I was young.
I know the angles of those jaws,
the thinness of their shoulders,
their sunken eyes.
They are we. Me.
In the hands of evil,
this is what we looked like.
Because this is what they do.
Not what they WOULD do, but what they DO.
Not what they DID, but what they DO.
Gaunt, haunted.
Like then.
It was supposed to be then.
But it is now.
It is horrifically now.
God did not die in Auschwitz's ovens.
God did not die in Gazan tunnels.
I know this because
as God is my witness
I swear: I will fight for my family.
The world contextualizes this evil
equivocates on condemnation
barely registers what is so damn familiar
to my scarred Jewish eyes.
Blasphemy, I say.
World be damned, I say.
God is my witness, I swear.
I will fight for my family.
because they were emblazoned
into my eyes when I was young.
I know the angles of those jaws,
the thinness of their shoulders,
their sunken eyes.
They are we. Me.
In the hands of evil,
this is what we looked like.
Because this is what they do.
Not what they WOULD do, but what they DO.
Not what they DID, but what they DO.
Gaunt, haunted.
Like then.
It was supposed to be then.
But it is now.
It is horrifically now.
God did not die in Auschwitz's ovens.
God did not die in Gazan tunnels.
I know this because
as God is my witness
I swear: I will fight for my family.
The world contextualizes this evil
equivocates on condemnation
barely registers what is so damn familiar
to my scarred Jewish eyes.
Blasphemy, I say.
World be damned, I say.
God is my witness, I swear.
I will fight for my family.
