Maybe I should have been resisting all along.
Let me walk around with a broken heart in the middle of this beautiful, August summer day. Let me have my moment.
The debate swirling in the Jewish world over the blame for Charlottesville is not normal. And it’s one that has affected the Jewish psyche far more than most of us realize.
A message to the good people of the world: you may be afraid to take a stand, but history has put you in a place where you no longer have an option.
We descended on Trump Tower, all our chest beating with the pain of Charlottesville. And some of us, we just had to dance.
How a haircut in St. Louis turned into a lesson in the mechanics of bigotry.
And why you shouldn’t listen.
You call us extremists for speaking out. What you do not realize is that it is your silence that has slowly turned you into extremists yourselves.
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.
Too often, we assume that because some are suffering worse, we must ignore the suffering of others. But this hurts us all.