For this memorial day, I’ve chosen to visit the Salt Lake Jewish Cemetery. It is a small section of Salt Lake Cemetery, and was given to the Jewish community by the Mormon Church during the pioneer days before the territory became a state.
We Jews, by culture tend to be loyal wherever we reside. Integrate well into any society, language, culture or forms of government. Until the atrocities of World War II, there were Jews of every citizenship, color, culture and political loyalties. Here in Utah, despite being a small minority among Latter-Day Saints majority, we have done well and contributed locally and to the war efforts of the United States.
Today, on this Memorial Day I was sadden to witness so few visitors in this section of the cemetery. And I brought rocks for the oldest graves, because I wonder if they have anyone left to remember them.
I often feel like an outside in the United States due to my skin color, and of course my Judaism. But yet I have always made it a point to share the obligation that this land is my land. And these graves here are a reminder that wherever we reside, we make the place our home. And therefore we share in the obligation of taking care of our home.
United States is my home, and perhaps I too shall lay here and join these brave men who gave so much more to our land and our people.
“This country is our Palestine, this city our Jerusalem, this house of G-d our Temple.” – Rabbi Gustav Posnanski, 1841, Charlestown, SC