Broken Beginnings: Chapter Forty: Rewritten

Chapter Forty:



Tuesday. January.01.2019



The start of a New Year, so much has changed since last year, I’ve changed since last year, I’ve seen what hate does first hand, not in some far off land, but on the streets of my hometown. I’ve seen antisemitism alive in my own hometown.



People still hate people, because they are Jews, I learned that after I was ran off the road, for a bumper sticker that read “Proud Granddaughter of a Holocaust Survivor.”





I’ve heard people say, the Holocaust wasn’t real, but they are blind to the reality, I’ve seen the pain in Bobe’s eyes, I saw the scars, and a fading tattoo, reminding me of how so many were branded like animals.





Babula, they tried to take away our identity, strip us of our dignity, we became numbers to them nothing more, but some of us knew we were going to fight, we knew that we couldn’t let them strip us of who we were. It’s important to remember never to let anyone tell you who you are.





I remember the words as if Bobe’s sitting here speaking them now. Her words were ones I would never forget, ones I would always live by.





Never let anyone define you, in a way you wouldn’t define yourself.





I couldn’t help but think about how the New Year, has you reflecting on the past, while looking to the future. It has you looking back nostalgically on years of memories, some of those memories borrowed, snapshots of stories we were told, pages from Bobe’s…