It was the beginning of the war. I was twelve years old, my parents were alive, and God still dwelt in our town.
A word is worth a thousand pictures.
Peace is our gift to each other.
How can a human being be illegal?
Of course, afterward, I studied [commentary on the Bible by a Rabbi Moshe Dessauer] more closely. But, in truth, it doesn't touch me. It doesn't change my attitude toward the text.
Every Jew, somewhere in his being, should set apart a zone of hate - healthy virile hate - for what the German personifies and for what persists in the German.