David Suissa is Publisher & Editor-in-Chief of Tribe Media/Jewish Journal, where he has been writing a weekly column on the Jewish world since 2006. In 2015, he was awarded first prize for "Editorial Excellence" by the American Jewish Press Association. Prior to Tribe Media, David was founder and CEO of Suissa Miller Advertising, a marketing firm named “Agency of the Year” by USA Today. He sold his company in 2006 to devote himself full time to his first passion: Israel and the Jewish world. David was born in Casablanca, Morocco, grew up in Montreal, and now lives in Los Angeles with his five children.
When I think of Torah, the first thing that comes to mind is a divine, rigorous system of laws that guides an ethical and holy way of life. The last thing I think about is whimsy and romance
David Suissa refects on the Israel Festival at Woodley Park
Here we are, Jews in every corner of the world, awash in a frenzy of celebrations for Israel — all because of a birthday. And not just any birthday, mind you, but one that ends in a zero.
Should the Museum of Tolerance tolerate parties and simchas in a place that commemorates the death of 6 million Jews?
It\’s estimated that 97 percent of Polish Jews died in the war. To this day, Geminder can\’t quite fathom how he ended up in the 3 percent that survived.
Is there a more loaded word in the Arab-Israeli conflict than \”refugee\”
It\’s one of the great mysteries of the Jewish tradition. Every year, Jews around the world gather around a seder table to retell the story of our people\’s liberation from slavery. You can read a thousand articles, talk to a thousand rabbis, and they\’ll all say the same thing: At the Passover seder, we retell the story of the Exodus.\n\nThere\’s only one problem with this statement: It\’s not really true.
The conversation was joyful and funny, but something was bothering me. I couldn\’t stop thinking about the poached eggs.\n\nWe had all ordered our breakfasts at the same time. I got my Irish oatmeal, my daughter got her bagel and cream cheese, but the poached eggs? It seemed like they would never come. Every time a server would come near our table, I would arch my neck to see if they were carrying the poached eggs. Waiter after waiter walked by, only to deliver food to other patrons.
If anybody will ever earn the respect of the warring parties of the Middle East and of the rest of the world, it will be a black American president with a Muslim name, a sense of universal fairness, and the courage to speak the truth as he sees it. As someone who is deeply pained by how the world continues to malign the state of Israel, I have the audacity to hope that such a change will be good for the Jews.\n\n