Street Show
“I told you, you can. You’re a Jew, I’m a Jew, it’s what we are. We take things. You can take it.”
Journalism by Jewish college students, for Jewish college students.
“I told you, you can. You’re a Jew, I’m a Jew, it’s what we are. We take things. You can take it.”
“They say I was grieving my loss as the only righteous woman; that sizzles my bones, as if I bought into that scathing myth we force feed our girls, that womanhood is scarce and to be monopolized.”
Shira had been texting her best friend for a long time. Maybe this will be forever, she thought. This imperfect, one-sided conversation. The world is built on longing, she remembered as she pulled one end of the gum out of her mouth, stretched it out, and stuck the end back in and pulled to make a loop.
You want to know the truth, eh? The truth behind my tattoo? No, no, no, not the one on my forearm. I know the one you’re talking about. The truth — or the full tale, I should say — is far more fearsome than the one I tell to the droves of students at Miskatonic…
This short story contains racial and ethnic slurs. “When’s that kike getting here?” “I wish you wouldn’t use such language, Henry.” “Why not? You’ve read the Protocols, same as me. They can’t be trusted, Gerry.” Gerald Thompson fiddled with his pocket watch that was always a minute behind. He glanced at his business partner,…