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'I'm gay and I'm Jewish – please tell me you care'

Three British LGBT Jews reflect on the Orlando massacre

June 16, 2016 11:53
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ByAnonymous, Anonymous

6 min read

We're surrounded by bad news. Sometimes it's hard to know how to respond to an outrage - especially one that happens far away to people we don't know. But when it's your own people, it hits you in the guts and fills you with fear, sadness and nausea. As a gay Jew, I felt this way when Jews were shot in Paris, and when LGBT people were shot in Orlando. I felt rage and hurt to hear these described as "attacks on humanity" or on "our values", without acknowledging that people like me, because they are like me, lie dead in pools of blood.

An uncomfortable thing happened to me the evening after the massacre. I was sharing a Yomtov meal with people who had heard the news. Somehow, we never discussed the shootings. Why our shared silence? Was I uncertain of discussing my feelings of connection with those LGBT victims? Was I anxious about owning my identity as a gay man? How did this happen among people I love? Had we learned the habits of generations of Jews who kept silent about suffering?

As Jews, we have all the tools needed to imagine life as another minority. Our folk memory is filled with persecution and hatred. We know all about disguising our identity in public, and the terror of being found out.

Last month, I was on the March of the Living. Walking through the camps, as a gay Jew descended from survivors, I thought of the Jews and the LGBT people the Nazis destroyed. The atmosphere at the March - the defiance in the face of persecution, the new hope in the face of old despair - reminded me of a Pride march. So it was a double privilege to walk to Birkenau with another gay Jew, wearing a kippah and bearing the LGBT rainbow flag.