Pro-Life, Pro Choice, Pro-Healing
I was a teenage pro-choice fanatic.
Nonie Darwish spreads an Egyptian newspaper across her knees and points to an old black-and-white photograph of a family. She identifies her father, mother and siblings in the photo.
Yigal Shaked warned his mother that if she told the enlisting officers of the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) that he should be excused from service because of his asthma, he would never speak to her again.
Southern California Jews and non-Jews marked Holocaust Remembrance Day together at numerous events, including one that saw German teenagers and Jewish and Hispanic schoolchildren under the same tent, listening to their peers recite the words of Anne Frank.
This week: \”Whale Music,\” the Festival of Books, Hatikvah Music International, Hyim and the Fat Foakland
Orchestra, and more.
I have been to countries far more exotic, but have never experienced anything quite as remarkable as the moment of silence on Yom HaZikaron in Israel.
Jerusalem. City of gold. City of white stone, winding streets, rolling hills and pleasant breeze. City of covered heads, baby strollers and family picnics. Where do the singles fit in here?
As international peacekeepers flowed into Beirut and PLO fighters withdrew from the city, then-Israeli Defense Minister Ariel Sharon was confident that the Israeli siege of Beirut had been a success.
The March 22 targeted assassination of Sheikh Ahmad Yassin was designed by the Israelis to strike a major blow to Hamas. Many nations condemned the attack, however, and critics further claimed that the missile strike against Hamas\’ paraplegic spiritual leader only strengthened the hand of Hamas.
Thirty-three years ago an Israeli soldier was killed during the War of Attrition in Fort Kantara on the Suez Canal. The soldier\’s name was Kobi; he was 19. I think about Kobi every day, and sometimes I don\’t sleep at night. Thirty-three years have passed, and I still live with it like it happened recently.