There are certain things I read that upset me but also put me right to sleep. One of them is any official statement that is mind-numbingly safe and politically correct.
“The streets are empty, even the main pedestrian walkways are empty,” my friend Selwyn Gerber told me on the phone from Jerusalem.
With the most recent violence flaring up in Jerusalem and throughout Israel, I’ve been asking myself what kind of hatred could animate such cold-blooded murder of innocents.
The very root of the holiday is in agriculture, humanity’s most fundamental, tactile, life-giving activity.
A reporter called us one day last month.
As I recited the climactic “Who shall live and who shall die” prayer during Rosh Hashanna services this year, it struck me that maybe I should replace the “who” with “what.”
The Jewish community is used to intense internal debates, but our fight over the Iran nuclear deal has taken us to new levels of divisiveness. Why is that?
Why am I opposed to the Iran nuclear deal? Because I hate getting ripped off. I would hate to buy a great-looking car and find out the next day that the brakes don’t work.
I don’t know any proponent of President Barack Obama’s Iran nuclear deal who doesn’t believe the deal can be improved.
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