Even Holocaust fatigue has changed.
Years past, I’d discuss how much we need to evolve our sharing/imparting/including our next generation in what happened to our grandparents in World War II and what it means today, tomorrow, the next day.
Last year, we were all in shock – the tekes was packed, the crying was clear, we were still shaken, still confused about the new rise – new type of rise – in antisemitism – all in the wake of the worst day of slaughter since.
This year, are we worn down? Are we too exhausted to have this discussion again? It feels that way. It feels that in chul we’ve always done a strong job of staying connected to it, for various reasons. (I don’t know what kids of today feel though.)
Anyway. It’s never felt closer to home, in the most practical sense, and we’re tired, and we’re worn out, and everything hurts all the time, and the amount of time that has passed since last Yom HaShoah to this one is so short, and how many times can a heart break, can grief resurface, can endurance be tested?
A really, really good read – it’s not what you think – for us third gens:
This Is The Holocaust Story I Said I Would Never Write by Taffy Brodesser-Akner.
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