I was born in Tel Aviv, in 1936, and, quite naturally, my feelings toward Israel are suffused with the love, pride, memories, music and aromas that nourish and sustain all natives of any country. Yet, remarkably, as the years pass, I discover that these same feelings towards Israel are echoed by people everywhere, including many who have never set foot in that country.
Maya Nahor learned she wasn\’t Jewish from an Israeli bureaucrat.
So when I see hundreds of millions of dollars being poured into Holocaust memorials and Holocaust remembrance, I see an unspeakable tragedy for my people, yes, but I also see a missed opportunity. I see this enormous effort to tell us how Jews die, but so little effort to tell us how Jews live — more specifically, to tell us what is so extraordinary about this Judaism that those 6 million Jews died for.
People say they don\’t really know me. That\’s what the last guy I dated said.
\”Anachnu Beh America!\” \”We\’re in America!\” proclaims the title of the nine-month-old Hebrew-language monthly glossy aimed at Los Angeles\’ Israeli community. The magazine, which averages around 40 to 50 pages, is eye-catching.
Denmark\’s red hot Jewish momma Channe Nussbaum and Klezmofobia: \’Vi ahin zol ikh geyn? Where can I go?\’
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