Look what they’ve made us do.
The sentence “Death to the Jews” in three-foot letters had been scrawled twice along the white stucco wall facing the street.
Maybe there are other worthy pursuits, unconnected to law or politics or courts.
We’ve had enough, enough bullying, enough crimes against language and memory, enough talk radio inspired verbal poison injected into our lovely Jewish community.
It was like hearing a Catholic say she wasn’t fond of the Virgin Mary, that she was sick of all her tiresome bragging.
What effect does in have on a synagogue’s spiritual atmosphere when our synagogues resemble fortresses?
Trump is something altogether new, a challenge not just to politics as usual, but to friendships, relationships, community.
There’s no famous moral arc that bends towards justice. There’s no arc at all, only a circle, as the sun rises and then sets.