My Grandmother, A Zionist Who Died as She Lived
It was a bonding experience, both sweet and sad, like all loss.
It was a bonding experience, both sweet and sad, like all loss.
Israel editor Eetta Prince-Gibson weighs in on Israel’s current mood, and the heaviness of feeling stuck in the past.
When Michael Zoosman first reached out to Jedidiah Murphy in 2021, he knew very little about his soon-to-be pen pal other than that he had been on death row in Livingston, Texas, for 20 years and that he was a practicing Jew.
When COVID-19 reached Israel last March, I was not unduly worried.
In writing about the unspeakable mass atrocities targeting the Uighurs and other Turkic Muslims in the Xinjiang region of China, I’m reminded of the words of Elie Wiesel, Nobel Peace Prize laureate and conscience of humanity, that “silence in the face of evil is complicity with evil itself”—and that, as he would remind us again and again, “Indifference always means coming down on the side of the victimizer, never on the side of the victim.”