It won’t be long before Jewish parents of school-age children no longer remember the point. The memory becomes a faded square of yellow fabric, eventually disintegrating under museum lighting. The pictures, cliche. The speeches, routine.
It’s probably already true to some degree, but most of us are young enough to remember the first time we met a Holocaust a survivor. Really met.
We’re going to have to preserve the message, the memory, the moment somehow.
Linking the past to the present, the moral to our future.
What about teaching our kids to speak up?
Speak up the way some of our grandparents didn’t. Speak up when everyone else would rather speak about something else.
Speak up against intolerance. Speak up against misunderstanding. Speak up against baseless hatred.
Speak up for healing. Speak up for moving forward. Speak up for the people who can’t.
Who am I kidding, we’re Jews <insert stereotype>, Israelis <insert stereotype>, Middle Easterners <insert stereotype> – we don’t know how to speak up?