Statistically speaking, nothing that happens to Jews should be of any consequence to anyone else.

Another, asked to serenade a bride and groom, stands and sings, You are going to die. Others smash glasses at weddings, a practice continued at my own. Ours is a broken world. Rebuilding is hard, daily, constant, endless, the marriage that follows the wedding, which is not a happy ending but an imperfect beginning. From when can we recite the

It provides, one might say, a service to mankind: it broadens your life beyond your own imagining, allowing your life to include many other lives within it. It brings you down to the deepest level of existence, and offers what Rosenfarb herself describes in a poem called “Praise”:

Alfred Kinsey’s study on human sexuality.

There are words for this too, a Hebrew phrase for 2,500 years’ worth of people murdered for being Jews: kiddush hashem, death in sanctification of God’s name.

Frank wrote about people being “truly good at heart” before meeting people who weren’t. Three weeks after writing those words, she met people who weren’t.

If All the Seas Were Ink,

“Gratitude is what makes you hate someone,” Hannes Stein, a German Jewish journalist with whom I shared my bafflement about the legacy of Varian Fry, told me.

The newly dead Jews, on the other hand, were members of the unharassed majority, despite being the country’s top hate-crime target according to the FBI. They were also rich, despite experiencing the same poverty rates as the rest of New York and New Jersey. On top of that, they wore unfashionable hats. So it kind of made sense that people wanted to