In 2014, ISIS forced them from their homes in Iraq. Many fled the country. The rest remain displaced, afraid to return home.
When my friend Heidi Gleit asked last summer for volunteers to teach a weekly Hebrew reading-and-writing evening class to Eritrean and Darfurian asylum seekers in the Israeli town of Lod, I agreed immediately.
At every Passover seder of my childhood, my father Gershon Glausiusz would break the middle matzah, as the Haggadah instructed, place one half in an embroidered bag, and fling the bag over his shoulder, saying, “This is how we carried our possessions when we went into exile.” He was talking of his own deportation…
We need to bear witness to the Talmudic dictum, “The poor people living in your own city come first.”
Let’s create forward-thinking models—and ambassadors of light from Israel to the world.
On election night, a group of Jews welcomed a Syrian family. Now they wonder what to say when the refugees ask: Will we be safe here?