For all my cousins in Israel and their children and their families and their friends, my heart is with you. I am so blessed to have found you, and I will continue to stay in touch and hope for your safety and for peace. Please know that you are all in my thoughts—Omri, Ravid, Rafi, Joyce, Ester, Ariela, and Miki. And all your families and friends.

I wrote a short essay about Israel three days ago intending to post it here on my blog. But I was hurting too much, and since the blog is public, not private, I decided not to post. I did not want to invite anti-Israel, antisemitic posts by members of the public. Instead I posted on Facebook, limiting my audience to my Facebook friends. Fortunately, the responses I received were all sensitive and supportive from both my Jewish and non-Jewish friends.

I am still hurting too much. But I’ve decided to share this more publicly now. Because it’s important to speak up. Because now that Israel is fighting back, I know that the tide of public opinion will start to shift for many. I am not indifferent to the suffering of the people in Gaza. I understand that many of them are not terrorists. Many are children. But I also know that Israel has over and over again been convinced to walk away and agree to ceasefires only to once again have Hamas fire rockets and engage in terrorism to kill innocent people in Israel.

There is a lot of history here. It didn’t start in 1948 or 1967 or 1973. And it certainly didn’t start with Israel’s current response to the October 7 massacres. I can’t begin to summarize all the times that Israel has tried to find peace with the Palestinians only to find that violence and hatred are all they get in response. Of course, it’s not all Palestinians. It’s the leadership and the extremists who refuse to accept Israel’s right to exist. But it’s the leadership and the extremists who control whether or not there will be peace, and they refuse to take the steps that will bring peace, thus endangering the lives of not only Israelis but also their own people.

I am not a historian, but in the last week I’ve read many different articles outlining that history. For now I will only recommend two articles, one written in 2021 by Michael Oren that details the long history of Gaza and one published this week by David Brooks about more recent attempts to find peace between Israel and the Palestinians.

In that context, here are the words I posted on Facebook earlier this past week.

I can’t get the beautiful faces of the Israeli teens out of my head. My Facebook newsfeed contains one photo after another—of a teen taken hostage by Hamas or worse killed by Hamas. Or of the mother with her two young children. Or the elderly great-grandmother holding her great-grandchild. I can’t stop thinking about them all. And I can’t help but associate those faces with the names and faces of the many relatives I’ve researched who were killed by the Nazis. It’s all mixed up in my head.

I am not one who has been blind to Israel’s faults. I have often criticized the way Palestinians have been treated by Israel; I do not defend the oppression of others. I have been disappointed and angered by the way Netanyahu and the right-wing coalition he panders to have undermined liberal democracy and liberal Judaism in Israel. But those criticisms of Israel don’t mean that I don’t care about the people in and future of Israel just as it doesn’t mean I don’t care about America’s people and America’s future when I criticize it for its racism, the pandering to the white supremacists and the MAGA cult by Republicans, the failure to address poverty, the corporate greed, the gun violence, and so on. You can criticize without hating or being indifferent. You can love without being blind to the faults of those you love.

So right now my heart is with Israel and with its people. We can wonder later about how security failed or why or how this all happened. But no matter whatever criticisms anyone has of Israel, the terrorism of Hamas cannot be considered acceptable or understandable or justifiable. We need to stand together—and by “we” I don’t mean just Jews. I mean everyone. If you are silent or indifferent, you are part of the problem. If you can just scroll past all those beautiful faces and not feel anything, you are part of the problem.

When hatred starts to spread its poison and people remain silent, then we are all responsible for what happens next. Remember the six million. Please do not let it happen again.