Two hundred and fifty years is but a blink in the span of human history. Yet in that relatively short time, the United States has grown into one of the most powerful nations in the world and, for millions of immigrants, a beacon of liberty and democracy.

For Jews, America became something even more: a place where our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents could finally live openly as Jews without fearing for their lives. They came with little more than hope, determination, and a few treasured family heirlooms—a pair of candlesticks, a menorah, perhaps a well-worn prayer book. They left behind the lands of their birth, but they did not leave behind their Judaism.

This Fourth of July, as America celebrates the 250th anniversary of its Declaration of Independence, I find myself reflecting on that remarkable journey with both gratitude and concern.

Like so many immigrants, I came to America seeking freedom and opportunity. Becoming an American citizen seventeen years ago remains one of the proudest moments of my life. I still carry my American passport with great pride, and I often tell my daughters how fortunate they are to have been born here. I love this country because it has allowed me to be both proudly Jewish and proudly American—something I could never have imagined growing up in the former Soviet Union.

That opportunity was not unique to me.

For generations, Jewish immigrants crossed the Atlantic to escape persecution, poverty, and pogroms. America offered something they had rarely known: the chance to build a life without hiding who they were. They soon discovered........

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