I find it amazing that you haven’t heard anyone who is not a Jew speak well of them.
I know nothing of Jews. I never met one until my mid-thirties, and even then, the encounter was very brief.
The various ethnic and cultural organisations in our city set aside a weekend where they would invite the public to visit their facilities. Maps and schedules were printed and distributed. We planned our route and managed to visit the German, Italian, Dutch, and Maltese. We sampled some traditional food and listened to some traditional music. We felt welcome.
Finishing early, we decided to fit in one additional visit. The organisation we selected was operated by Jews. We were greeted warmly at the door by a middle aged man. He offered to answer any questions we may have. We told him we knew next to nothing of his people, their history, or Israel. We did know that they suffered in Nazi Germany. We were here to learn.
The first thing we noticed when we entered the building was that it seemed quiet. We’ve had a couple of days exposure to loud music, shouting, drinking, and smoke. This place was a refreshing change. The background music was not overpowering and the drinking seemed moderate. First impressions endure.
We were introduced to a guide who explained the many displays. He seemed knowledgeable, yet not condescending. The tour and explanations took about a half-hour. When he finished, he told us that some traditional dancing would begin in a few minutes. We decided to stay and watch.
A band began playing some lively music. A couple of dozen dancers in traditional clothes put on a brief performance. When they finished, we headed for the door.
As we were leaving, the fellow who guided us through the display came over and thanked us for taking the time to visit. The man who first greeted us also expressed the same sentiment.
On the way home, we commented to each other about how little we know about these people. They were in our city. They were strangers to us. I began paying attention. They have contributed to mankind well beyond their numbers. They have earned my respect.
Whenever I encounter discussions about Israel or Jews, I think about my brief exposure to them that summer afternoon so long ago. I have difficulty reconciling my own very favourable observations with the negative media reporting. Given a choice between believing or doubting my own eyes and ears, I’ll choose believing.
Bye4Now, FD. |
