My Grandmother’s Shattered Plate

Written 85 years after Kristallnacht, the Night of Broken Glass, a series of Nazi-led pogroms against he Jewish community in Germany and incorporated territories.  I am shattered.Bits and pieces here.Bits and pieces there.A hole here.Another one there.7 October 2023 in Israel.The days that have followed.The brutality.The murders.The rapes.The kidnapping.The incessant rockets.The air raid sirens.The fleeing from towns.The destruction.A modern-day pogram in my safe place.In Israel.The Jewish homeland.I am shattered.The threats from the north.Hezbollah.Iran.Hamas in the South.The Islamic Jihad and their rocket falling on a hospital in Gaza.An irresponsible global media that grabbed hold of lies that blamed Israel.An ignorant global community eating it all up, waiting to blame Israel, just waiting to attack Jews.I am shattered.And I’m not even in Israel.I didn’t live the hell on earth.I am here.I don’t need to hide in a safe room.I know where my family is.And, yet I am shattered.I am tired.I am angry. So…