The Siren
When the siren went off at 10am this morning for Yom HaShoah (Holocaust remembrance day), I watched as the entire country came to a momentary standstill. From a rooftop overlooking Tel Aviv, I watched cars freeze in the middle of the street, drivers turn off their engines, get out of their cars and stand at attention. Just beyond, on the busy shop-lined street called Dizengoff, I saw shopkeepers leave their stores and stand in the doorways and I saw builders stop drilling away in order to pause for two full minutes of silent commemoration.
I wish I could say that when the siren went off this morning, I was entirely focused on the victims of the Shoah. I wish I could say that my head was totally in the right place and that I was absorbed in solemn reflection and engaged in heart-felt prayer. While I was grateful to have the time to commemorate and while I did pay tribute to those who perished in the Holocaust, I also found myself, in those moments, dumbfounded at what it means to stand still. I am not a person who likes to stop. I find myself getting restless if I am sitting in the same position for more than 5 minutes. And yet Judaism is a religion that demands that we stop. Each week on a Friday afternoon, we have to put aside whatever it is that we are doing for a full day in order to respect Shabbat (Sabbath). We stop the rhythm of our normal days for holidays, celebrations as well as commemorations. We move not just at our own pace, because with every step we take we are dragging with us thousands of years of Jewish history. As Jews, we are reminded that we cannot move forwards without looking back at how hard we had to fight to be here.
I came across a video that was filmed on a bridge over the Ayalon Highway, as the siren sounded in 2008. If you have never been to Israel on a day like today, you should watch this video of everyday time coming to a standstill. It’s fascinating, admirable and worthwhile.
Always remember, never again and live for today.
– VOV