Greetings!
This piece was published in the Times of Israel to commemorate Yom Hashoah.
My Personal Holocaust Remembrance
As a leading expert countering the cultural boycott campaign against Israel, people often ask why I am such a passionate advocate for the arts and Israel.
The answer lies in family, film and the forever imprint of the Holocaust on my soul.
Growing up I was deeply attached to my mother and her extended family. They took us in when we didn’t have anyone or anything else. They united behind us, nurtured and loved us.
But it was more than a feeling of being protected; it was a feeling of being connected. All the fun and fights seemed to weave us together; our shared history impacting each of our individual destinies.
They were a tribe, my tribe, and because of them I knew I would never be alone.
Then when I was around 9 or 10, my sense of place in the world changed forever, with the story of the Holocaust and the miracle of Israel.
I remember every detail about the moment I first heard it. Suddenly, my sense of tribe extended far beyond the aunts, uncles and cousins that populated my life.
I understood in an instant that my destiny was intractably entwined with the fate of Jews everywhere. We are a diverse people - leading different lives but united in our fate. We may all be aware of how different we are from one another; but when the sky darkens with hate, to the rest of the world, we look amazingly alike.
I have loved the magic of storytelling ever since I can remember. I was blessed with a lengthy career in the entertainment industry where I experienced the joy of watching the germ of an idea – a mere thought – blossom into a film. I loved all of it – the collaboration, the opportunity to foster understanding and the enormous satisfaction that comes when the final credits roll.
I believe that art and storytelling are a connective tissue between people and places. They simultaneously reflect the world in which we live and serve as a vehicle for change. They are flowers we must custody for future generations.
The story of the Holocaust, however, remains the most impactful story of my life. I take solace in the knowledge that as long as Israel exists, all Jews will have a place on this planet in which to grow old.
And so, I work every day to honor the people I have loved and lost. I work to ensure that my children and their children will always have a place to go, no matter how the winds blow.
And, I try to do my part to ensure that the story of the Holocaust will never be forgotten.
