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The Courage to be Different

The Courage to be Different

A Jewish boy's request for a Christmas tree leads to an important discovery: to be truly universal, we must first be able to give to the world our own unique light.

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It was the winter of 1952. I was six years old, and my mother took me on a walk around our neighborhood in downtown Brooklyn, New York City. The stores were all lit up for the Christian holiday, and in each store window, there was a Christmas tree prominently displayed.

"Mommy," I asked, "Can we also have a Christmas tree in our house?" My mother was surprised by my request, and she responded: "As you know, Jeffrey, we are Jewish, and Jewish people do not celebrate Christmas. It is not our holiday."

The next night, I was in for a surprise. My parents called my younger sister and me into the living room and pointed to a small candelabra. "This is a Chanukah menorah," my father explained, "and tonight begins the celebration of the Jewish holiday of Chanukah." He gave a brief summary of the Chanukah story, and then lit the first candle.

My parents were conveying to my sister and me that we should not be ashamed to be "different."

This was my first Chanukah celebration. When I grew older, I was told that my question concerning the Christmas tree had inspired my parents to begin the celebration of Chanukah in our own home. Until then, my parents had never explained to us that we had Jewish holidays of our own. Both of my parents were progressive social activists who were involved in a variety of political and social causes for the betterment of society, and the conversation in our home centered on the evils of prejudice and the importance of recognizing that all human beings are basically the same, despite our different skin color or religions. My parents did not consider themselves "religious," although they often spoke about human brotherhood and how we are all "God's children."

My request for that "tree" evoked in my parents a sense of Jewish pride, and they realized that they had neglected an aspect of our education. By bringing the Chanukah menorah into our home, they were conveying to my sister and me that we had a unique identity, and that we should not be ashamed to be "different." As the years went by, our family began to celebrate other Jewish holidays, and to the delight of my parents, most of our non-Jewish neighbors greatly respected us for honoring our traditions.

When I was eight years old, my mother registered my sister and me at the afternoon Hebrew school which was sponsored by the Orthodox synagogue in our neighborhood. The more I studied about Judaism and the history of the Jewish people, the more I felt connected to my spiritual roots. At some point, I decided to constantly wear a yarmulke (skullcap). A gang of non-Jewish teenagers in my neighborhood did not approve of my Jewish garb, and they started to run after me, shouting, "Jew-boy" and other anti-Semitic comments. I ran up the stairs to the safety of my home, and I later told my father what happened. He said to me in a firm voice: "Don't ever take off your yarmulka! Be proud that you are a Jew!" My father was teaching me that I should have the courage to be different.

The Germans said that children who did not participate in singing Christmas Carols would be shot.

My neighbor's mother also conveyed to her children this message in very different circumstances. During World War Two, the Germans placed his mother and his older sisters in a concentration camp in Northern Germany that was just for women and children. When the Chanukah holiday arrived, they were not allowed to celebrate in any way; moreover the Germans gave the Jews the following order: All the children must go to a series of rehearsals to learn how to sing Christmas Carols, and on Christmas Day, they are to perform before all the soldiers and camp officials. Children that did not participate would be shot. My neighbor's mother, together with a friend, decided that their children would not perform. They had endured all forms of suffering, but they would not submit to this public mockery of Jewish beliefs. Somehow, they found a way to hide their children, and miraculously, their lack of attendance was not even noticed by the officer in charge.

When the Christian holiday arrived, the Jewish children were placed on a stage, and they faced an audience of soldiers and camp officers. As they sang the songs, the Germans began to slowly leave the area, and the children were ordered to remain and continue singing. Finally, all the Germans had left the area, and the children were still singing. Suddenly, the stage blew up, and all the children were killed.

The full story of how my neighbor's mother and his sisters managed to survive will be told in a forthcoming book that my neighbor is writing about his mother. He and his sisters grew up to be committed Jews, and he is devoting his life to teaching Torah to Jewish children. He is a beloved figure in my neighborhood, and the children love to be around him.

There are those who feel that in order to be "universal," one must assimilate into the culture of the majority. Chanukah, however, provides us with a different understanding of how to be "universal." It conveys the message that to be truly universal, we must first have the courage to be different. In this way, we will be able to give to the world our own unique light.

Published: December 22, 2001


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Visitor Comments: 31

(31) SusanE, December 16, 2008 1:27 PM

I Don't Know What Was the Right Choice. Both?

I've just read this article and it is heartrending in it's sadness but, I've also found hope in it's message. The children who sang the songs were killed. There were innocents and they were 100% Jews by certainty of their mothers. But, by their Mothers allowing them to going on the stage and sing the carols, the few Jewish children who were hidden were not found and killed. By the childrens' singing some were saved. Is this a reasonable way to look at this horrible senseless act?

(30) Andy, December 28, 2007 11:12 AM

did the mothers violate Jewish law by keeping their kids from singing carols?

I don'tknow if it is permissible to choose death over singing Chritmas carols unless that entails idolotry.
Sending his son to an Orthodox Hebrew school, and telling him to keep wearing his kippa was I think unusual for a leftist progressive family in the 1950's. Seems to me like the writer was very blessed in this area.

(29) Anna, December 26, 2007 1:29 PM

Great Artticle!

Thank You for writing such an inspirational article!!!

(28) Daniela, December 26, 2007 10:14 AM

To Ken -

Dachau - to name one.
Regards,
Daniela :)

(27) ML Suriano, December 25, 2007 10:29 AM

Coming out of "Spiritual Egypt"

I needed to read this today of all days.. I'm what many would call a Rightous Noahide, but I would rather consider myself a sorjourner I have been following and living the Torah for 3 years thus far and have decided this year that my son and I would not attend my famiies x-mas gathering. (I was raised Catholic/Christian) I awoke to a series of phone calls telling me that I need to be with family in "Their" traditions and that since 4 out of 13 of them are in their 80's we have no idea of how much time left that we can gather together. I felt like they were trying to right- their - wrong..
I needed the strenght that this article has given me! That no matter what, I need to seek HaShem! And not give-in to traditions that are wrong.
Thank You! May others be stregthened as well.

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