We mourn on Oct. 7, but Nov. 8 gave us something to celebrate: a community that showed up, on its feet, public and proud. Now we need to make that response a habit.
The future of the U.S.-Israel relationship will not be secured by winning one more primary. It will depend on whether Americans understand why Israel matters, why Jewish self-determination is legitimate, and why the alliance benefits both nations.
Everyone is entitled to choose how to live, but the state is not obliged to finance every choice. Those who do not complete secondary education, do not serve in the military, and do not work should not receive state support to maintain that way of life.
Trump said Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu had agreed to the change and argued that Israel no longer needed the funding.
It is easy to be proudly Jewish when our identity is celebrated. It is harder when Jewish solidarity demands disagreeing with one’s friends or political party.
What’s most troubling is that, much like what happened in Germany on that horrible night, the participants in the bike ride were normal people, your friends and neighbors.
Cenk Uygur’s grocery-aisle libel cost his candidate nothing. Then Washington ended the aid, and the grievance didn’t move an inch.
“Here There Are Blueberries” is a fascinating autopsy into the morality of indifference.
While popular culture often praises “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” as a touching fable, historians have long condemned it as a dangerous fabrication.
My mother’s childhood drawing of Hitler became my contribution to the Venice Biennale, and then I found myself confronting the very hatred my mother had put on paper.
