I don't learn or grow from rejection. Can I reject rejection entirely? Do I want to?
As I grew up, various unpleasant experiences pushed me dangerously close to anti-Semitic feelings. So can I condemn others who express similar impressions?
This is a poem about intergenerational memories; ones so powerful they are passed down through the DNA.
I'm not hysterical about Trump, and I don't worry much about anti-Semitism. Though I'm no optimist, the panic surrounding me feels unduly intense. Let's hope I'm right.
A smattering of the inspired imagery that pops up when you enter "Jew" as a search term on a stock photo site...
