In August 2022, I traveled to Poland on a study trip. It was a challenging experience—emotionally exhausting and spiritually heavy. As someone whose family comes from Morocco, I don’t have personal family history rooted in the Holocaust. My ancestors lived outside of Europe and, by a stroke of historical luck, were spared the atrocities that befell so many of our people. But standing on the grounds of former concentration camps, walking through the remnants of once-thriving Jewish towns, and bearing witness to the scale of destruction—it became painfully clear: this history is mine. It is ours. It belongs to every Jew, regardless of where our families lived or how directly we were affected. Because the Holocaust........

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