Stabbings have no siren so we don’t know when to run.
There are no cute little songs for my kids to learn in preschool and sing before they go to sleep each night, before they say the Sh’ma.
Stabbings can happen anywhere at any time.
Stabbings can happen in a park on a quiet bench. They can happen in the market, with soldiers standing just a few steps away. They can happen in front of a school or in a synagogue or on the street.
Everyone is on edge right now — most of us feel that prickle of fear just below the neck or deep in our stomachs — because when these attacks are random, everyone is a potential target.
Source: Sarah Tuttle-Singer, “There Are No Sirens Before a Stabbing” (Times of Israel)
See also: the latest “Sunday Sentence” on my other blog, Practicing Writing.
And technically, they aren’t books. Not yet anyway.
They are writings by Suzanne Reisman about her grandparents. And they are well worth your time. Continue reading ›
May it be a Shabbat Shalom for all.
The list goes on: shootings, stabbings, and stonings are all rampant, and they’re almost always perpetrated or encouraged by Palestinian officialdom.
Western leaders and even a portion of diaspora Jewry justifies its refusal to notice or name the current wave of murderous Palestinian terror attacks on the grounds that the deceased are mostly “settlers”—a special category of civilians whose murder is always, if not justified, then easy enough for those who attended the right universities and who read the right newspapers to understand.
Source: Liel Leibovitz, “The Murder of Eitam and Na’ama Henkin” (Tablet)