Why Hashem had me come to Crown Heights today and precisely at this hour
Every Tishah B’Av, a day when learning Torah is prohibited, I speak about a tragic event in Jewish history. This year, I spoke about the Crown Heights riot/pogrom of 1991.
After spending weeks preparing, I decided I should go to Crown Heights myself, to experience and feel the neighborhood.
My wife warned me to leave early to avoid the Friday afternoon gridlock at the Lincoln Tunnel. Suffice it to say, I did not heed my wife’s advice and spent longer than planned there. I walked the streets and perceived the milieu of the neighborhood. Finally, I arrived at my final and most emotional destination of the day, the corner of President Street and Brooklyn Avenue.
It was here that Yankel Rosenbaum’s life was cut short.
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