Yom Hashoah 2025

Me with my beautiful Bubby

Standing in silence while the siren wails, for the first time in what feels like forever the siren isn't one that makes us run, it's one that makes us stop in our tracks. We stand. Silent. 

The people I think of are my grandparents, my grandfather first. He lost his entire family together with his entire village, all the people he knew, all killed on the same day. His unbelievable resilience and courage. Most of all I think about his kindness and softness. For a man who experienced first hand how cruel this world can be, how evil people can be, still he chose light. 

Next I think of my grandmother, my Bubby. My biggest inspiration and my personal hero. 

She doesn't speak much about what she had to endure as a young teenager in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camps, but our imagination doesn't have to travel too far. We've heard testimonies from many others who were there, getting out alive was nothing short of a miracle in itself. 

I think of the six million Jews, six million human beings murdered for no other reason than the fact that they were born Jewish. And very quickly my mind travels, to our reality, to today. 

We thought Never Again was true, we believed it, my grandparents believed it, it was what we were taught from a very young age. The world promised us they would never let anything like this happen again. 

Here we are in 2025, only 80 years since the liberation of our grandparents.

Today, on Holocaust Memorial Day 2025, there are 24 living breathing humans, our brothers stripped of all things that make them human. Being held in cages, bound and starving, begging for their lives, waiting to be saved. 

They can call it something else, they can call it anti-Israel, they can call it anti-Zionism, but really it's a new generation, the latest version of Jew hatred. 

We are the children and grandchildren of some of the strongest, most resilient people the world has ever seen. They fought with everything they had to just stay alive. We are so privileged to have that kind of strength running through our veins. 

Today, we stand. In the loudest Silence, all of us together  and we promise to keep the same promise that was promised to us. Never Again. 

Never Again is now. 

We must BRING THEM ALL HOME!