While I considered this essay, my mind kept going in different directions.
I wanted to be heartfelt without sounding cliche. After typing, erasing, re-typing and re-erasing, it hit me: I’ve already written my essay.
I opened my journal and read through entries made over the past three years. While reading, I went from laughing hysterically to bewilderment.
I had forgotten how little I knew about Judaism or how ignorant I was to antisemitic conceptions and remarks. I also noticed trauma responses left by religious organizations present themselves as ignorance, obscenities and absolutes.
