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Here’s the dirty little secret about organized Jewish life in Los Angeles: We literally don’t know who we are.
Here’s the dirty little secret about organized Jewish life in Los Angeles: We literally don’t know who we are.
Israel advocacy organization Hasbara Fellowships, which recruits and trains American and Canadian college students to become pro-Israel activists on their campuses, raised $1,000 this past summer for a soup kitchen in Sderot, a southern Israeli town often hit by rocket attacks launched from the Gaza Strip.
Two participants in the July flotilla bound for Gaza called the effort a success, even though none of the ships reached their destination. The remarks were made during an Aug. 7 talk organized by L.A. Jews for Peace, the Levantine Cultural Center, Jewish Voice for Peace and Friends of Sabeel.
When the recession first brought financial hardship to the Los Angeles Jewish community, community leaders feared that families would leave day schools in droves, causing Jewish education to be yet another casualty. But despite the recent market swings and global insecurity, those fears have yet to materialize.
Big Brother is watching at Milken Community High School. At least, he’s watching your computer.
“The letters of the Jews as strict as flames,” writes Karl Shapiro in the poem titled “The Alphabet,” “Or little terrible flowers lean/Stubbornly upwards through the perfect ages/Singing through solid stone the sacred names.”
The next congressional election is more than a year away, and although California’s new political boundaries were formally approved on Aug. 15, Republicans are already considering launching a referendum to overturn them.
There is only one solution to the world’s problems, only one prescription for producing a near-heaven on earth.
I come to a land that calls me home Pulled in by the suns of August. On each visit, the eyes utter the same words: Electric. Messy. Miracle.