I examine the grainy photograph from Charlottesville closely, trying to peer beneath the beard, hoping against hope that the faint resemblance is incidental. Hoping that it’s not the face I know.…The person I once loved. The person I have come to fear. It isn’t. Not this time. It’s scanty comfort, though. These obscure faces at a Virginia rally aren’t so separate from any number of the people I grew up with: proud of their “Southern heritage,” flying flags that they claimed meant freedom, but that… >> Read More
Recently, I accidentally did a favor for a white supremacist. It could have been a totally forgettable favor, but I’m still thinking about it now.
It began when I went for a coffee run with my…toddler. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I saw an opening before a long line of traffic. I was about to go for it, but I saw a man hobble past. Even though I could have made it without cutting him off, I felt an uncharacteristic wave of patience wash over me… >> Read More
As a Jewish mother, I had to stop and think about how to explain what happened this weekend in Charlottesville and Seattle to my son. How do I explain why some people would make posters that are…branded on violence against Jews? How do I explain why these men would "joke" that they wanted to "round up little Jew children" and "build a great, big oven." But I have no other choice. Remember, this is the same son who has had to practice emergency bomb drills at his Jewish Day School. He… >> Read More
All weekend long, I've been near tears as I contemplate the three people who were stabbed—two fatally—by a white supremacist after they stepped up to defend young women of color, one wearing a…hijab, on a Portland light rail car. I'm hoping to raise my son to intervene against bullies and stand against racism and misogyny, and this has shaken me to my core. I've been thinking: "Their moms taught them to do the right thing, to step up when they saw injustice, and this is their reward." We… >> Read More