Memories of the Six-Day War—Fifty Years Later
I sat in front of our black-and-white 19-inch TV watching the progress of the war, my heart in my mouth the whole time.
I sat in front of our black-and-white 19-inch TV watching the progress of the war, my heart in my mouth the whole time.
One of the less-celebrated benefits of globalization is that you can walk into a bakery in almost any city in the world on Friday and buy a challah. But not in Shanghai. At least not until this past March.
Hillel’s Angels. The Chai Riders. Yidden On Wheels. The Sons of Abraham. If these phrases read like the names of Jewish biker clubs, it’s because that’s precisely what they are.
“It sends a message that Jerusalem is on the table, and that the Arabs can expect to get parts of the Jewish city of Jerusalem, when in fact it’s almost certain they will not.”
The candidness and emotional vulnerability of Israeli soldiers is of such renown today that there’s even a pejorative for it: yorim ve’bochim, shooting and crying.
This February, a banner was raised in Dahlonega, Georgia. The banner, falsely, proclaimed the downtown building it was on a historic hall for the Ku Klux Klan. It provoked instant backlash.
“As a political historian, I would say that most trips abroad are filled with great hopes and, while they rarely end up in disappointment, they also rarely end up in tremendous achievements.”
I want to celebrate that day when the walls that had cut the city in two came down, and we thought that East and West could merge. But it’s hard to celebrate in Jerusalem when right-wing, nationalistic politicians are putting up new walls.
About five years ago, we decided to do a one-time, five-day barbecue pop-up kosher restaurant. We served nearly 6,000 people in four days, and I realized then and there that I was onto something.
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Like most of Polish Jewry, the Bobovers realized, perhaps too late, that what was happening in neighboring Germany would affect them profoundly.