Remembering The Riots: 20 Years Later
By Tamar Adelstein for Ami Magazine
I fought for my family’s safety in a community under fire
Cowering in a tiny, windowless bathroom with my children, in a state of terror, I cried out to my dear, departed mother. “Sarah Basha bas Reb Shimon, save us!” I could hear the shouts of the mob outside…. How had an ordinary Monday evening in Brooklyn, New York in 1991, turned into Russia of the 1800s? There we were, a Jewish family fearing for our lives as the mobs outside our front door ran wildly through the streets, calling for our death.
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