My first day volunteering was his first day of school in Israel. When I met Naom, a quiet boy from Eritrea, I began to understand the hardships these children had gone through and the difficulties of being a refugee. As part of a third generation, I was in a position where I could volunteer my time to help other victims of genocide, and I felt an ethical obligation to do so. As a grandchild of survivors of genocide who managed to succeed in their new country, I had a responsibility to help these kids from Sudan adjust to their new country. I felt that I owed these kids something because that is how I would have wanted my grandparents to be treated when they were in displaced persons camps after the Holocaust- strangers in a strange land. I saw the face of my grandma, who did not get to finish the fifth grade because of the war, in some of the young girls I tutor. Although these kids came from a wildly different background than myself, I felt a strong connection to them. The first time I went to the after-school center, a flood of emotions ran through my head. This is where I first met the plitim that came to Israel through Egypt only a few years ago. Because of this sense of responsibility, I started volunteering at the Elie Wiesel Foundation’s Darfurian Refugee Program tutoring and playing with the kids. During my year studying abroad in Tel Aviv, the ethical debate regarding the treatment of asylum seekers from Eritrea and Darfur was constantly in the news. My grandparents are Holocaust survivors and I feel a certain responsibility not only to keep their memory alive, but also to help those seeking refuge from dangers in their home countries. – Exodus 22:21.” I recognized the quote from seder the night before and suddenly remembered the word plitim from Hebrew class- refugees.įor better or worse, the way I choose to live my life in America is dictated by what happened in Eastern Europe in the 1940s. They did not say anything but there was a plaque reading, “You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt. At one station, a few actors wearily dragged themselves through a large pile of sand. Intrigued and confused about the meaning of the word, I walked through the demonstration to observe the actors as they conveyed messages about protecting the rights of these plitim, expressing the struggles and hardships that the plitim faced. Last Passover, as I was walking in Jaffa, I passed a theatrical demonstration against the government’s treatment of plitim. International first class shipping includes a handling charge to cover insurance.ĭomestic orders over $250 include a handling charge to cover signature confirmation.You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him,įor you were strangers in the land of Egypt – Exodus 22:21 Book may exhibit additional minor signs of age or wear.ĪS IS! Please see photos.No writing, highlighting, underlining or other intentional marks.The textblock has been carefully maintained and firmly bound with the interior showing vibrant type on clean leafs.The the length of the spine shows a defined crease.Green cloth boards are in excellent condition with the title stamped in yellow on the spine, vibrant and intact.As stated, included are two original dust jackets, both maintained in excellent condition with the outer jacket showing light soiling to the back and scuffing to the spine head and tail the second jacket is in similar condition with light scuffing the front and back with very light wear to the spine head and tail.Hardback is overall in NEAR FINE condition, with a FINE DJ. The outer, first jacket features a blurb on the back with a photo of the author on the back return while the second, interior jacket features a photo of the author on the back and text to the back return. Very scarce Book Club Edition with the unusual situation of having two dust jackets.
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