The Things We Want to Ignore
Last week, I was walking through our neighborhood when I noticed a hateful antisemitic word written across a piece of Jewish art. I stopped for a moment, looked at it, and instinctively kept walking. No one had been physically hurt. There was no emergency. Just a word — ugly, hateful, and easy enough to pretend did not matter. But the farther I walked, the more it bothered me.












