i know the ending of fiddler on the roof leaves room for SOME hope; hope that the scattered jews can find some happiness in their new homes, hope that they were all able to leave anatevka without being killed, and hope that our main lead will be going someplace that, for a time at least, will be friendly to jews.
but a part of my heart hurts so deeply by the end of it all too. i think about my own family, displaced from their homes for fear of violence against them. i think about how many of us have families who have gone through that exact scenario. i think of all of us, shuffling outside in the snow, hoping to catch a boat to safety. i think of how many were turned away.
i think about how, maybe soon, i might be in that same scenario. how many of our people are facing that same fate right now. and how many are not lucky enough to simply be displaced. how infuriating it is, that everyone else can navigate life without considering these things, because they know or believe they know that they won't be forced out of their homes. i think of whether or not i can save my judaica, or my cat, without putting myself in danger.
but most of all, i think about how many goyim will watch that ending and never consider any of this, because unless jews are dead, nobody bothers to talk or think about us at all.
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