Voices in Humanism


Papa though I am grown
And you are gone
I have the same questions
Of a child so I ask you
The stale ends of bread
The longer waits at the border
The refusal of aid

Mama though I should know
By now I can’t conceptualize
Our sisters and brothers
Left out in the cold for so long
Until finally someone
Of a different color
Suffers and suddenly the world

Why were we deaf and blind before
And now surrounded
By compassion
But only for some?

• the response of a pale-skinned Jewess to the outpouring of support for the country of Ukraine drowning out the reports of racism and mistreatment of non-White Ukrainian refugees

Jessica Rutsky, MD
Pediatric Gastroenterology Fellow
Cincinnati Children’s Hospital Medical Center
Voices in Humanism Board