To My Jewish Friends
Sorrow tracks history, both yours and mine. Amplified today by politicians and bullies, scapegoating others for their own corruption, inhumanity, and stupidity. All around the world. From my third high-school boyfriend, who came to America in a huge ship, cradled in his former concentration camp mother’s arms accompanied with her former concentration camp husband, 1950, the same year I was born. A later boyfriend never talked of his Jewish family heritage. All I knew in high school was I preferred Jews and Catholics (as I was) because Jewish boys were much smarter than many others. Nor did I inquire of … Continue reading To My Jewish Friends