Rebecoming a Ukrainian Jew



Picture a multicultural fair. Like the ones you went to in elementary school. I’m sure you see booths lined up with traditional food, music, and outfits from all over the world. And each of these booths probably holds a flag paired with a static image of land drawn on a map. In the era of nation-states, we think of cultures as inextricably tied to countries with rigid borders, distributed uniformly across the globe. Furthermore, people in one place see themselves as entirely separate from other cultures, and can only be neighbors within a structure of separated states. Growing up, the world told me that the Jewish people were bound to (and only to) the Southern Levant between the Jordan River and the Mediterranean Sea, what is now a state called “Israel”. According to this logic, Israel was my homeland, excluding any other place in the world from being my true home. I believed wholeheartedly that the Israeli state and culture were part of my “heritage”.

Until I learned that Israel is not my homeland. The more I read about the state’s history, the more I realized the country was not an “ancient homeland found again” but a settler-colonial enterprise built off the ongoing displacement of Palestinian people from their land. As I dove deeper, I only became more astonished by the depth of the state’s depravity. 

Then one day, I woke up and realized I was not Israeli. The food, music, and dress that I associated myself with were not mine at all. This loss made me feel culturally “naked”, like I had nothing. 

What I did know is that my family escaped from antisemitic pogroms in Ukraine during the early 20th century. As I came to understand that my true ancestry lies in Ukraine, I asked myself “Why don’t I feel connected to this culture?”.

And that’s when I realized that the Ashkenazi Jewish culture of my ancestors was murdered.

At the turn of the century Eastern Europe was getting cut into nation-states defined by singular bloodlines. Ashkenazi Jews were forced into a perilous choice: submit to the dominant group and face oppression, or leave. Antisemitism exploded in all facets of life, with state and civilian violence against Jews becoming a daily reality. This all came to a head with the Nazi Shoah, murdering 6 million Jews, with around a quarter of the murdered population coming from Ukraine alone.1 Ukraine was subsequently reoccupied by the Soviet Union, an entity that suppressed Jewish culture through bans on the teaching of Yiddish and Hebrew, murder of Jewish scholars, and destruction of artistic property. The combined influence of the United States’  assimilationist policies and Israel’s goal of building a new “Hebrew” culture (in direct opposition to older diasporic Jewish traditions) only ensured that Ukrainian Jewish culture was not to be passed on outside of Eastern Europe. Yiddish, the language of my ancestors, has gone from 13 million speakers before WWII2 to less than a million today.3 The Southeastern Dialect, commonly referred to as “Ukrainisch”, once the vehicle of Yiddish theater, is nearly extinct today.

Instead of lamenting what was lost, I take inspiration from Diasporist ideology and have set out to rebuild my Ukrainian Jewish culture. I’ve learned to play Klezmer clarinet. I  practice every day and have played Klezmer songs from my ancestral home city, Odesa,  in front of a live audience of dozens of people. Symbols are an essential part of any culture. I’ve been curating new symbols to represent what it means to be a Ukrainian Jew. The Holocaust memorial at Babi Yar in Kyiv, with its powerful menorah commemorating the over 30,000 Jewish people who were murdered during a two-day massacre, stands for me as a symbol of the resilience of the Ukrainian Jewish people in the face of extreme adversity. Along with the Ukrainian flag, I’ve adopted the flag of the Jewish Labor Bund, a leftist, Diasporist, anti-authoritarian, anti-Zionist group that was once the largest Jewish political organization in Eastern Europe. I’m coming to see the Tryzub, the golden Ukrainian trident, as a pan-Ukrainian symbol I can call my own.