Hope

A Love Letter

to the Hostages of Hate

“Hersh, if you can hear this, we heard your voice today for the first time in 201 days and if you can hear us, we are telling you: ‘We love you, stay strong, survive.’” Rachel Goldberg-Polin (Image on CANVA)

Everyone has a story. We are children, parents, aunts, uncles, sisters and brothers to each other.

Yet somehow, humanity forgets our interconnection, time and time again.

Hate is a veil that clouds our vision. It creates walls and fosters division and bloodshed.

Hate hijacks reason and anesthetizes the heart.

I see the hate on college campuses across the United States. Beneath the blind rage is fear. Hate has caused them to lose their way.

Hate is a flame that burns the blood, causing it to bleed out onto others, igniting only more in its wake.

Love is the only antidote to hate, the only way to eclipse the illusion of separation.

“We love you, stay strong, survive.”-Rachel Goldberg-Polin

Words from a mother to her 23 year old son Hersh, an American held hostage by Hamas in Gaza. Words for all those suffering at the choking hands of hate.

My Love Letter to the Hostages of Hate