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Friday, November 20, 2015


[a guest post by Ariella]

There are many different kinds of silence; A‪n awkward silence. A comfortable silence. A silence because there is nothing left to say. A silence of identification and solidarity. And a silence remembrance.

Here in Israel we observe a moment of silence every year on Memorial Day and on the Holocaust Remembrance Day. On these occasions, the entire country stands together while our shared silence is filled by the sound of a siren. We stop everything and stand together in silence no matter where we are or what we are doing. We even stop our cars in the middle of the highway in order to join the shared silence. We use this shared silence to remember loved ones as well as those who we never knew (and never will) for they are our family.

But the silence I hear now is none of the above. No one shares our silent pain with us. No one is silently identifying with what we are going through.

It is a silence of equivocation... a silence of indifference. And this silence is deafening!

Where is the button on Facebook with an Israeli flag profile picture?! Where are the world leaders condemning terror; ALL terror? Who is standing silently with us in solidarity?

I didn't know Yaakov Don personally. I had only been to a few classes he gave. But I still feel like I knew him. I had the privilege of getting to know him through the stories of my closest friends whom he taught in high school. He cared so deeply for each and every one of his students. He understood them and looked after them as if they where his own children. Countless stories I have heard over the years pop into my head just at the mention of his name. He was loved - no, adored - by his students, so I can only imagine how precious he was to his family. My heart goes out to them and to his students. אני משתתפת בצערכם. (I join you in your pain).

Now I ask you all to observe a moment of silence to remember him. You don't need to have known him. Just respect his memory with a moment of silence. And when you are done, please ask those around you break the deafening silence of indifference that is screaming in my ears and breaking my heart.

It does not matter where in the world the terror takes place! It will always be terror! Whether it's in Paris, Nigeria, Beirut or five minutes from my home... terror, wherever it occurs, should never be dismissed with silence.


Posted by David Bogner on November 20, 2015 | Permalink


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Beautiful Ariella. Pathetic that these words have to be written. That people are silent and indifferent
May his memory be for a blessing Amen

Posted by: Val | Nov 20, 2015 3:22:22 PM

My heart and sympathy goes out to the family and friends of all those murdered on Thurs.

Posted by: Ed | Nov 20, 2015 6:27:38 PM

Thank you Ariella from all the people that knew Yacov and loved him. Sad for all the students that will never know him

Posted by: shelley bloom | Nov 22, 2015 2:47:48 PM

Well said.

Posted by: Jonathan | Dec 13, 2015 6:44:19 AM

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