An exceedingly polite poem about anger.
Never did I see this coming. Today we withdrew my son’s application to his first choice of college because parents there were saying that their children did not feel safe being “openly Jewish.” I assume what they meant by “openly Jewish” was just “Jewish.” I could not be more angry and heartbroken.
If you're bored of the conversation. Just keep moving. Nothing to see.
The photos in the background have the last name Ramo from Brest Litovsk. Likely my family, who were murdered in the Shoah. Today and many days since October 7th, I have literally struggled to breathe. I am out of subtle, and I am out of polite.