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| Memorial to the 11 Israelis slain at the Olympics in Munich 1972 - High Contrast |
For many of us who were kids at the time of the Munich Massacre, the slaughter of the 1972 Israeli Olympic contenders by terrorists was an incomprehensible act. The events, which unfolded in painfully slow detail over several days represented a turning point in our lives. For me, it signaled the unexpected birth of my Jewish identity.
No doubt for many young Jews who dreamed of competing at the Olympics one day, the murders provided a dash of cold reality on their futures, a wake up call to the risks that they might be taking by competing in an international competition like the Olympics. In truth, they symbolized risks that to some visceral level, every Jewish competitor recognizes when he or she steps out into the limelight. The Munich terrorist attack however crystallized those fears into reality.
I on the other hand, had never dreamed of Olympic stardom much less an athletics career. Nevertheless, with Munich something changed in me. In my family, events like these were not discussed. They were internalized with an edgy discomfort that made discussions of the most profound tragedies impossible. As I watched the anger on my father’s face and listened to my mother’s frenetic, almost anxious silence during radio reports, I realized a turning point had arrived. Although I could not tell at the time how profoundly it would affect my family, I knew that something in me was changing.
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| Casualties transported during Yom Kippur War 1973 - IDF |
“I have half a mind to go to Israel and volunteer."
Looking back, I realize that it was my naivety that both allowed me to appreciate those words as truth, and run with them. My father, a devoutly secular Jew who had devoted his life to clinical research, was a diabetic, almost 50 and in no position to head off to Israel to volunteer during a war.
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| Northern Israel, c. 1974 - Dani G. via PikiWiki |
It is interesting that it is others’ shortcomings that often inspire our own spiritual journeys. The inhumanity and cruelty of the terrorists' actions that day in September awakened an awareness in me that would eventually, through many turns, stops and starts, set me on the path to becoming a religious Jew.
Did you experience an event that shaped who you are today? Please share your memories and comments below.
Nice post, Jan!
ReplyDeleteAs a sixth generation Australian Jew who grew up in a mixed family that was entirely secular, my Jewish identity was a nagging, instinctive thing for many decades. It was my first visit to a Holocaust museum that awake something in me that made that necessary link beyond the fragmented nature of my family. As I stood back at the beginning of my journey, trying to formulate the words for the feedback form, it hit me indescribably powerfully that these were MY people in the photographs, in the records, in the fragmented memories of the Survivors I'd me. I went on to work in that same museum and came to know many of the survivors in my city. Later, I went to Israel and studied Holocaust education at Yad Vashem. Again, that sense of collective loss and identification was almost overpowering.
I am an Australian Jew of mixed heritage, and I am part of B'nei Yisrael, in all its collective, wonderful diversity. It's that sense of collective identity that enabled me, finally, to fully claim my heritage.