I grew up thinking and feeling that being Jewish was not such a great thing. If you read Becoming Alice you’d know why. As I got older I found out that other Jewish people felt like I did … for different reasons. It took me a long time to discover that Jews were like all other peoples, very much the same in lots of respects and very different in others. As soon as I decided that Jews were as good as anybody else, I was totally O.K. with my identity.
Fast forward several decades in my life to now … to yesterday actually. A friend of mine sent me an email with a link to a YouTube piece that she told me not to miss. It was a video of a group of American people from a Jewish Home for the Aged that were taken to Israel. These people were between the ages of seventy-eight to niney-two. All of them were mentally alert although many had physical problem which required walking with canes or walkers, and some were even wheelchair bound. All of them had a portfolio of drugs with which they had to travel. Of course, attendants accompanied the group and cared for them as they toured Israel.
This group went to many important sites, such as Yad Vashem, etc., and met with the mayors of many towns to learn about current events and conditions as they are in that country right now.
Two things struck me so strongly: their drive to go on this arduous and difficult trip despite their physical problem and the joy they all expressed by being with their people. They received so much positive feeling from their identity. I wish I’d have had that as a kid.
This has reminded me of a friend I had many years ago who envied me for my identity. I didn’t understand her at that point in time and asked her why? Her answer to me was that she was a product of many cultures: Welsh, French, Italian, Protestant, Catholic, etc. “I feel like a mongrel dog!”