The fear of persecution is in my family genetics. My grandfather had to prove to the Nazis that he didn’t have any Jewish family members 400 years down the line in the family tree.
My grandmother refused to do the ‘Heil Hitler’-greeting and risked her life for it. I always carried this fear in my bones that speaking against injustice, or just not being on the right side of the fence for whatever unreal reasons can cost your life.
Well and here comes Donald Trump. It has become evident that it is not the time for staying silent, or to pretend a spiritual life can be lived ignoring the movements of the world today. He sure brings out the best in me, and the calling for truth in the moment is bigger now than my fears.
Hence here I found myself, speaking infront of hundreds of people at a demonstration against Donald Trump’s Muslim ban.