My Georgia Jewish family lived in the KKK’s shadow. The Warnock-Ossoff victory is a miracle.
“It was good,” I told my mother. “But they threw pennies at my feet?” I was 7 years old, and she had asked about my first day of school in Atlanta. It was 1987. I didn’t understand what being a Jew had to do with pennies, or why children would throw them at me. That’s…