I sat there.
January 17, 2018.
In the rotunda.
With eighty-five others.
In the U.S. Senate building.
“Ozi v’zimrat Yah vay’hi li lishuah.”
(The Lord is my strength and my might; He is my deliverance)
The U.S. Capitol Police issued a warning.
If you do not disperse, you will be arrested.
We did not move.
This is your second warning.
We sang some more.
“Like a tree…we shall not be moved”
This is your final warning.
We were arrested.
Why did I travel to Washington, D.C. to join a group of eighty-six Jewish leaders and activists to demand a clean DREAM Act, to show solidarity with the DREAMERS? I am not a DREAMER. I am not affected by DACA (Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals). I was born in the United States.
I’m an American citizen.
I’m safe from deportation…for now.
Why did I do it?
For my children. I do not want them to live in a country where people did nothing while others were threatened with deportation. I wanted to provide them with an example of what people can do to help other people.
For the millions that were exterminated. I could not pretend that I didn’t hear the echoes of the past coming out of the mouth of Individual 1, the current occupant of the White House.
For the future. I saw it as a rare opportunity to make history, even if it was history with a small “H.”by