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I Am a Jew

 

 

bOn Sunday, March 21, 1971, one thousand, three hundred band forty-seven Jews—all but a relative handful young—did bwhat their parents and grandparents had refused to do bthirty years and six million Jews ago. The young Jews of bNew York, Boston, Philadelphia, Detroit, Cleveland, bMontreal, and other comfortable places got off their apathy band traveled to Washington for a Jewish Defense League bdemonstration of demonstrations. There, they faced the bWhite House, listened to speeches reminding them of what bhad happened when Jews were silent, and then—not silent, bbut noisy and determined—marched to the corner of the bSoviet Embassy and sat down.

bIn the street, joined by others, they sat by the thousands. bIn the street they sat as the hundreds of police warned them bthey would be arrested. In the street they sat and sang bJewish songs and chanted Jewish slogans and made Jewish beven more beautiful than it is. In the street they sat, byoungsters with yarmulkes and others who did not know an baleph from a beth; short-haired yeshiva students and long- bhaired leftists, well-dressed and barely dressed Jews. The byoung Jews who sat and made Washington tremble with bthunderous shouting of “Sit, sit, sit” to the sheepish adults bwho had come to protest respectfully and to the spectators bwho had come to merely watch. And the thundering cry b“Let my people go, now!” and the incredible chant, “We are bJews/We couldn’t be prouder/If you don’t like it/We’ll shout ba little louder!” And as the police arrested them, the shining b 

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