For decades, I have loved Israel. I want it to thrive as a shining, rights-abiding country.
I also don’t remember how I found the name of the abortionist. I do recall that a friend whose father was a major law enforcement official in Los Angeles drove me to a parking lot, where we were met by a young man who drove us to the site — a single-family home in Torrance. I had no appreciation for the medical or legal risks I was taking.
Kathleen Peratis made her first visit to Gaza after the war, and what she found there, she writes, were scenes straight out of a Hieronymus Bosch painting.
Leonard Fein was an inspiration to generations of progressive Jews. Kathleen Peratis, who had dinner with him on the night he died, remembers her ‘king of the Jews.’
On her fourth trip to Gaza, Kathleen Peratis finds a desperate population, imprisoned by Israel and Egypt, terrorized by Hamas, and growing increasingly hopeless that anything can change.
Acting unilaterally, whether it’s Israel or the Palestinians, can be destructive and making a deal would be better. But it might be the only way to make progress, writes Kathleen Peratis.
Is Egypt Palestine?
I bought 24 copies of “The New American Haggadah” sight unseen, based on the recommendation of a friend and the yiches of its creators, writers Jonathan Safran Foer and Nathan Englander. The aesthetic of the books is very Zen, very Steve Jobs: It’s light — literally, the paper seems nearly weightless — and spare, with monochromatic flying Hebrew letters.
Despite the Israeli blockade, Gaza’s economy shows signs of life. Traffic through its disputed tunnels to Egypt is thriving, although perhaps not for long.
Kathleen Peratis wonders if Israel and its allies should direct their energy toward shaping, rather than stopping, the forthcoming U.N. resolution to declare an independent Palestinian state.