The Champions Who Walked Among Us – Article 10 – The Grandmother
Four months and two days had already passed as she entered into the world. The year was 1898, and on the third day of the month of May, she let out the first cry highlighting her existence. Unknowing to her parents, the cry she expelled would ring throughout her entire life and cause her to stand up and fight, no matter the cost to those people and things she cherished the most.
Times were difficult for her race. Growing up among a family of ten people, this young girl knew what it meant to cower in your bedroom, while unknown people, without faces, attacked your home late in the midnight hours. She knew the meaning of having prejudices and judgmental opinions follow you wherever you went. Her race, identified as a people with peculiar ways and traditions, had incurred the jealousy of many nations, since ancient times, and were caused to wander throughout the world, no home, no country, no place to dock and stay––treated with toleration, since they had been driven from their own homeland.
The year, 1906, saw her and her family fleeing the only country she had ever known, hoping to escape the brutal mob attacks upon their lives. Her father had already departed the land, leaving them behind, to find a place to escape the poverty surrounding them. He looked for the country, which would offer more opportunities for his children to develop and grow. Since they were born in a country where the climate was rather chilly, he sought an area in the United States, which would be similar to their climate conditions in their homeland. The young girl was eight years old at the time of her departure and had not seen her father for three years.
- What would you have done when you were terrorized because of what you were?
- How would you have felt sleeping with one eye opened and one eye closed if you were a child, not yet eight years of age?
- Where would you have gone if you knew you were unwanted?
Her father had chosen Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and a new life began for the little girl. However, the ostracism did not stop, even though they were in the land where dreams come true, the land of the free. Enrolled in school, she excelled and became the class valedictorian. But, what revealed itself as a joyous occasion for her became a nightmare for her parents. Not overjoyed at her intellectual success they made plans for her to become a seamstress and to marry a much older man who would be able to keep her in her proper place.
- How would you have reacted to the plans of those who were responsible for you?
- Would you have acquiescently accepted their fate for your life?
- Would you, at the age of fourteen, have had the guts to slip away in the midnight hours and run unknowingly in the direction of your destiny?
Arriving at her sister’s home, she found an ally––someone who understood her, someone who would be the mediator and would assist her to take the step towards her destiny. It was here in Denver, Colorado, at the age of fourteen, that the young teenager who was not yet married, not yet a mother herself, would receive the information she needed to rise, and The Grandmother was born.
In her sister’s home, she became acquainted with the different splitter groups that argued for a homeland for their people. Here, she would learn of the difficulties concerning their acceptance in a society that was not sure if they wanted them or not; here, she would find others who were tired of being victims; here, she would find people who no longer were willing to sit back and be tolerated, because of the birth heritage they received, without having any say-so in the matter.
The Grandmother lived only one year at her sister’s, but that was enough to lay the foundation for her future. One year later, the reconciliation between her and her parents caused her to return to them, with the stipulation she could finish high school and go to college. She had used her tenacity and patience to her advantage, and these same quality traits–– tenacity and perseverance–– would become two of most valuable assets throughout her entire lifetime.
To be or not to be is not a question of compromise. Either you be or you don’t be!
It was the year of 1917, the United States had entered World War I, and this young lady had found the man she wanted to marry, under the condition, he promised to move them to the little piece of dirt surrounded by alien forces in Palestine. The man said yes, and The Grandmother took the second giant step toward her destiny.
- Little did she know how much she would have to offer on the altar of sacrifice;
- Little did she know her plans of living a life as a mother and wife would take a subordinate role in her destiny;
- Little did she know she would travel the world being the one of the most recognized politicians in a man’s world.
This woman was the first to command the respect of an entire Army as Commander-In-Chief. She was The Grandmother.
Thrown into politics, she did whatever was necessary to get the job done. Decisive, she made decisions that were unfavorable to others. She took her position, and she did not waver.
I can honestly say that I was never affected by the question of the success of an undertaking. If I felt it was the right thing to do, I was for it regardless of the possible outcome.
Whether women are better than men I cannot say – but I can say they are certainly no worse.
You’ll never find a better sparring partner than adversity.
See The Grandmother, whose heart’s desire was to be a good wife and mother, juggle her responsibility;
See her as she recognizes her spouse would not take the same high road she had taken;
See her as she struggles to do the right thing by her children;
See her as the pain in her soul burns through her breast, because she cannot deny the call––the call to follow her destiny.
The year was 1974. The Grandmother stepped back from public life. Although she had been ill for some time, it had been her desire to stand up and be counted that kept her moving on. As she stepped down in 1974 from her political office of Prime Minister, the woman, who was called The Grandmother was weary and tired.
Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility into flames of achievement.
Four years later, The Grandmother awoke. She probably looked with her inner eyes at the events, which were affecting her beloved country, as she took an inspection of all she had accomplished on her journey.
- Had she not fulfilled her desire to move to Palestine? Yes!
- Had she not been one of the original signers of the Israeli Proclamation of Independence? Yes!
- Had she not been the first ambassador to Russia for her newly established Country? Yes!
- Had she not kept her political party together and became the first woman Prime minister? Yes!
- Had she not struggled against a disease that slowed her down and crippled her ability to participate in certain events? Yes!
- Had she tried to raise her children with the consciousness of how crucial it was to fight for something, which was bigger than your own desires? Yes!
- Had she not hid her tears as she walked the lonely road of her destiny? Yes!
As The Grandmother looked back, she smiled and letting out a sigh, she could hear the clock ticking.
I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.
December 8, 1978, the alarm went off, and The Grandmother stood up to Walk On.
It was time to take her flight ––her journey was over. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, The Grandmother Walked On!
She Walked On, People, She Walked On!
Golda Meir, The Grandmother, who came into the world as Goldie Mabovitz in Kiev, Ukraine, Walked On!
Walk On all you female torchbearers Walk On!
The way is sometimes steep,
The hills are sometimes rugged,
But Walk On! I say, Walk On!
01 Walk On – Song by Kellie Coffey – permission requested.