
I arrived in Israel early in the morning, and, shortly after dropping my things off at my cousin’s house, we headed for a gathering in front of the Knesset of families who had members either murdered or kidnapped on 10/7. The protest was as personal as it ever gets. There was a small platform and some sound equipment, but, when I arrived, they were not being used. There were a couple of tables where they were selling “bring them home” T-shirts, of which I bought two, one for my cousin and one for myself. There was also a table with simple refreshments. But mainly there were people sitting on plastic chairs in small circles of six or eight, silently sharing their ineffable grief.











I don’t know how much more time we Jews have left in America. Maybe a hundred years. Maybe a thousand years. Maybe more. Maybe less (the proper adjective if too much to count). Maybe fewer (if few enough to count). But today, as I write in December 2023 on this third day of the miraculous season of Chanukah, 27 Kislev 5784, I can celebrate a glimmering moment as enough non-Jews in America stood alongside Jews and demanded that Liz Magill resign as president of the University of Pennsylvania. 