When Kahane Came to Campus
The ultranationalist rabbi whose successors are now at the helm of Israel’s government had an intimate history with Maryland’s Jewish community — one which has been long-since forgotten.
Journalism by Jewish college students, for Jewish college students.
The ultranationalist rabbi whose successors are now at the helm of Israel’s government had an intimate history with Maryland’s Jewish community — one which has been long-since forgotten.
The weeklong trip to Camp Kinder Ring has been around, formally, for 14 years. But, for the first time, yunge mentshn (“young people”) would fill the bunks, and meet the generations that came before.
“As the war continues, students search for an outlet for their grief, and ways to do something that feels meaningful. But constraints like social anxiety, institutional pressure, and blacklisting have made activism difficult.”
“I am choosing to allow for my discomfort because dialogue is important to me, and I believe that peace will always begin with a commitment towards understanding.”
Sharing the voices of Jewish organizers behind the November sit-in.
“To ignore my emotions would be to ignore the empathy I have for Israelis and Palestinians who are being driven from their homes and who are being killed as collateral damage.”
“In declaring that the only way for Jews to be safe is for Israel to be safe, the safety of Jews everywhere else has effectively been compromised.”
“My grandpa was in the Hitler Youth—now I’m doing a very different thing.”
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“To my surprise, Shabbat dinners became a predictable and grounding occurrence every week. My mom cooked, I set the table, and my dad and brother cleaned up after the meal. Sometimes it was twenty minutes of near silence then everyone scurried off to their bedrooms again. Sometimes it ended in explosive arguments and someone finishing their plate an hour or two later in the kitchen. But sometimes it worked.”