To my beloved granddaughter,
Recently, you inquired about my actions when Trump ascended to power. With pride, I shared that I took a stand. I dedicated my time to marches and protests, penned letters, made phone calls, and wrote tirelessly—standing in solidarity with countless others who sought to uphold the core values of our nation. You giggled when I mentioned how your mother and uncle joined in, leading chants declaring “hate won’t make us great.” You were curious to see their photos from when they were just 7, 5, and 3 years old. Unfortunately, I couldn’t show you any images because the march occurred on Shabbat, but I saved their colorful signs, which you adored.
That was a lovely moment for us. However, when we discussed what followed, things turned darker. You found it hard to comprehend how such events unfolded. The signing of a refugee ban on Holocaust Remembrance Day baffled you, as did the appointment of a known racist as attorney general at the start of Black History Month. I confessed that I was equally perplexed and still struggle to comprehend it all. Thankfully, we both made it through, but we also took a moment to remember those who were not so fortunate.
You asked if I felt afraid during that time. “Absolutely,” I replied. I feared for our nation’s future, for those whose lives were at stake, and the growing wave of anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, racism, sexism, and homophobia. I was alarmed by the threats against press freedom and the normalization of “alternative facts.” You chuckled until I explained that “alternative facts” are simply lies. I worried for our planet too. (You curiously asked what snow was like, and while I chuckled, my heart ached.)
But, and this is crucial, I want you to know that I wasn’t afraid for my life in that moment. I felt immense gratitude for my ability to protest, call, and write without facing immediate danger. My fight was for those who live under constant threat due to their skin color, faith, sexuality, or way of life. I longed for those individuals to find refuge here, so they wouldn’t face persecution for their identities. I wished for the United States to continue being a safe haven.
I explained to you that this is why I fought so tirelessly, even when others labeled me as eccentric, a conspiracy theorist, or a mood killer at gatherings. It wasn’t just about the present; it was about you. I wanted to be able to look you in the eye one day and say, “I fought. I fought for you.”
With all my love,
Savta
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