“Mentally ill.” “Traitor.” “Liar.” These are the words I have come to get used to hearing about my writing when it critiques my own community. Such attacks no longer concern me. Here’s why.
I’ve always cared a lot about abuse cases, especially in my own community. But as a man who has never been abused, the #MeToo campaign forced me to examine why I cared in the first place.
I thought the reaction to the latest documentary about those leaving Hasidic communities, “One of Us,” would be different. I was wrong.
Maybe I should have been resisting all along.
How a haircut in St. Louis turned into a lesson in the mechanics of bigotry.
We like to think that as long as people are kind, caring, and loving that they are “good people.” But the reality is much more complicated than that. Two stories about how I came to realize this in my own life.
Walking through the Upper East Side shook me deeply. How could some people live so well as I struggle so much?
While watching Trump get elected was painful for so many, people like me are still grappling with how we look at our friends and neighbors who supported him. This is my own journey in looking for answers.
On learning to embrace change as the only constant in creativity. And life.
I never would have guessed that choosing to be political would have been the most introspective choice of my life.