This week, yet another surge of bomb threats caused panic among my friends, who quickly inundated me with messages. “Lisa, have you seen the news? Is the preschool okay? Are they evacuating the temple?” My heart sank as I scrolled through Google for updates: Bomb threats, Jewish Community Centers. Eight articles popped up within the hour. It was happening again.
Across the nation, Jewish Community Centers were facing evacuations. Elderly women were hastily exiting swimming pools, wrapping themselves in those small towels provided by gyms. Worshipers were leaving their sacred moments, and young children were lined up outside their preschools, blissfully unaware of the fear that loomed.
My initial reaction was one of panic — that familiar, shaky feeling in the pit of my stomach. Should I pick my son up from school? Call the preschool? Maybe I should contact my close friend, Sarah; she’s always calm under pressure and her child is in my son’s class.
Then came the doubt. Why was I feeling this way? It wasn’t our school being evacuated, nor was our temple receiving threats. The nearest incident was over an hour away. Don’t be dramatic, Lisa, I told myself. But the fear took over, and I dialed Sarah, the preschool director.
“Hello, Lisa,” she chirped, and I immediately regretted calling. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but there are bomb threats in the area again. What should I expect if…” I trailed off, unsure of how to finish.
“Oh, sweetheart, no need to apologize! We have a plan in place,” she reassured me. I listened as she detailed the rigorous security measures already established for “such an event.”
Such an event. That phrase hung in the air, a feeble attempt to minimize the gravity of a bomb threat. As she went through the protocols, my mind wandered, recalling my first visit to the temple preschool. It was just two years ago, but it felt like yesterday. I was a nervous first-time mother, hesitant to leave my son anywhere for four hours.
Those fears vanished when I met Sarah, who guided me through the colorful halls filled with cheerful bulletin boards and tiny backpacks. She knew each child and their family, and the kids rushed to her for hugs as she walked by. Laughter echoed around the interactive stations, and children in distress were comforted with love.
This place felt like home. I didn’t mind being a Christian in a Jewish temple. These were my people, and I left that day with a sense of relief knowing my son would be safe with them.
“Lisa? Are you still there?” Sarah’s voice broke through my thoughts.
“Sorry, I’m here. Thank you, I really appreciate this. I feel…better,” I murmured, struggling to avoid the truth of my anxiety.
Before I could end the call, Sarah lowered her voice. “You know I would protect these children with my life, right? No one is getting through me.”
That did it. I hung up, tears streaming down my face. This is the world we live in now—so unjust and filled with hate. I cannot fathom the kind of animosity that leads people to terrorize others, especially children. The very woman, with a different faith and background, would risk everything for my child’s safety.
Yet, I wrestled with feelings of privilege. For the first time, the specter of terror had encroached upon my life. I considered taking my son away from the temple, from his beloved teachers and the community that embraced him, simply to feel safe myself. But what about the people I love? The ones who care for my child as their own? They can’t just stop being Jewish. When will they be able to feel safe?
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