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Talia-Part Two
Dew of G-d
I was hated for being a Jew, maybe not in the same way Bobe had been, but hatred destroyed lives and pointed blame.
It seems like hatred and antisemitism are on the rise every day. People blame us for everything, even things they couldn’t control, and Bobe’s eyes tell a story of a time when the Jews almost got wiped out, a time some have tried to erase, but Bobe’s scars tell the real story. Millions died because it was all too real.
“Talia, we’ve always dealt with hatred, just for being who we are. Hatred has been part of our story for thousands of. years.” Bobe said, resting a hand on my shoulder. Her hands may be weathered, but they are strong.
“Is it ever going to end?” I asked, knowing the answer, but hearing Bobe’s words gave me some comfort.
“Only God knows Talia, but he’s with us, even in times like this. He’s seen us through the worst before, he will do it now.”
Nodding, I felt strength in Bobe’s words in her very presence. The thought of a time when she wasn’t around shuddered my heart. Everyday we lost more Holocaust survivors, and it shuddered me to think of a time when they weren’t here to tell their stories. As soon as I was old enough, Bobe insisted I know her story. A story someday I would tell my children if G-D willed it, but now marriage and children seemed…
