Must. Buy. Audio dramas.

Which is not to say the KenCen didn’t matter to its community — they’ve done great work to connect with the people who call this region home. But they depended on bi-partisan respect for norms to function. Those norms are gone.

I thought the same thing. Can she not be fired because she’s an officer?

Weird. Since I’m in America.

May you go from strength to strength.

I keep checking my phone expecting to see a headline to the effect of, “Sanity returns. Country believes in facts again.” I’m like Charlie Brown kicking the football.

Art is untamable by petty tyrants. History proves that time and again.

Back to your theatre roots!

To be reminded that the mobs that surround Clifford’s Tower and its modern equivalents are always inspired by their own righteousness. It is both a reminder of the debt we owe to those who perished, and a caution to be ever-humble in our feelings of permanence in the Diaspora. (5/5)

I share this experience because this is very much a part of what it means to be a Jew in the world: to occasionally stumble across the evidence of an undying hatred of you in unexpected places. (4/5)

I returned to York last week, and visited the inside of Clifford’s Tower. The display about the massacre was well-intentioned, but it emphasized the suicide of the sheltering Jews rather than the certain death that faced them at the hands of the mob. (3/5)

I had never heard of the 1190 pogrom in York that preceded the expulsion of Jews from England a hundred years later. I remember feeling shock and anger — that no one had warned me that I might stumble across this marker, that the brutal history of this beautiful city felt so personal. (2/5)