Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Anti Semitism is Alive and Flourishing....

בס''ד

This morning, on the Israel National News [Arutz 7] site, there was this headline..............

No Jews' posted in Toronto condo building. Anti-Semitic notes found on doors of several units at condo. article

Reading the article, memories of September 1993, a week or so before Rosh Hashana, when my family faced an anti Semitic act. 

We were living in Hamilton Ontario, a city about 45 minutes from Toronto. It was 7:30 A.M. when I told my twelve year old son to go and wait for me at the car to go to school. I worked in the same school that he attended.

Eli-Chaim opened the door, and screamed “Mommy”! The mat outside the apartment was soaked with smelly rotten eggs. On the front door, the apartment walls and on the exit door to the stairs were large swastikas.

My husband called the police, the Super in our building and we took pictures.

I can’t start to post how scared my son was. The Hamilton police were wonderful and very understanding. They took a report, spoke with my son to calm him and asked if they could have the pictures when I developed them.

The building manager, took his own pictures, and told us he would have everything cleaned up, which he did. 

Two days before Yom Kippur, we had another attack. This one was more serious. Along with swastikas everywhere, on the front door with black spray paint we had a death threat.. DIE JEW! Once again, we called the police, and the building manager. We sort of suspected it was the Super’s son, who was a neo nazis. 

The police questioned him, and the building manager installed a hidden camera facing our door, hoping to be able to catch whoever was doing this.

We told the police, that Yom Kippur was 2 days away and I was scared we would have trouble again. 

The police agreed with me and said they would give us protection. A patrol car passed our apartment building every half hour and checked our front door.

Unfortunately, the hidden camera didn’t catch the person doing this. I think after the police questioned the Super’s son, he got the message, because we had no more trouble.

I don’t believe in coincidences, I believe that everything happens for a reason. 

Our two older daughters and 3 grandchildren lived in Israel. My husband and I talked about making aliyah for years, but we could never find the right time. We always had an excuse.

The anti Semitic attack made us ask ourselves, why are we living in Canada, when the majority of our family lives in Israel. Eli-Chaim only wanted to celebrate his bar-mitzvah at the Kotel.

After Succot, I called the Aliyah office in Toronto and made an appointment.  

We met with a shaliach who told us he was leaving at the end of the month and that the new shaliach would arrive in December. He gave us the forms to fill out, but asked if would wait until the new shaliach arrived to hand them in. 

There were many complaints about making aliyah with the Jewish Agency, but our experience was terrific. The new shaliach, a Navy Commander, went out of his way to help us and made sure everything went smoothly.

Five months later, May 31, 1994 we came home. 

That’s all for now. Feel free to comment and share.

Miriam

6 comments:

Dave said...

A moving account...

Dave

Olga said...

Very sad.

Olga

Anonymous said...

Very very nice -- I remember your telling me the story, but I'd forgotten how scary that must have been. Anyway, well done! I'm sure your experience will have an impact!

Sara Ellen said...

Shalom, Miriam! How wonderful to find your Blog on line, I only wish my sister Cathie could read it and be in contact with you.Your life is filled with good deeds, and I think of you often as I try to sort out all that has happened in my own life. Shabbat shalom to you and your growing family in Netivot -- Keep Safe! Love and the greatest respect: Raya (Sara Ellen - Catherine's sister in Denmark).

Regards,
Sara Ellen Ben-Eliahu Garvin

Anonymous said...

Well written and interesting as always! Kol HaKavod. As you mentioned in the piece, everything is for a reason. As frightening as the events were, it led you home, B"H.

Chaya

Anonymous said...

You give me hope and make me smile. Thank you.