Current events have uncovered a deep rot within our cities and suburbs—an ancient hate rooted too deeply to ever eradicate
ONShabbos, the rav warned us there would be a protest. His shul, Adas Israel, would be hosting a real estate fair featuring a group of real estate agents and developers who’d flown in from Israel to promote their new properties. The protest would be held across from the building on Pico Boulevard, the rav informed us, and he encouraged us not to engage with them. In this new normal that we’re all adjusting to, this advice came as no surprise.
Early Sunday morning, our block chat pinged:
Everyone take your car out of the driveway and put it on the street. Block as many parking spots as possible so protestors can’t use them.
One of my neighbors knocked on my door to let me know that I should move my car. Other than that, the day started off like any other summer Sunday.
Around noon, I brought my son to a friend’s house and drove past the shul on my way home. There was nothing doing, not a single protestor in sight. Another one of those situations where there was a lot of hype but ultimately a non-event, I thought.
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