Yesterday I was floored by the callous disregard for justice – no, I’m used to that. What I was floored by was its blatentness. To
I stand at the intersection of many competing and sometimes incongruent identities finding it hard to breathe. I say this acknowledging that I am able
Aizik Meir Dik’s 1868 Yiddish translation of Beecher Stowe’s novel and how Jews were in some ways, positioned to benefit from American racism.
Many may recall Jackson’s tsuris in 1984 when, during a presidential bid, Jackson referred to NYC as Hymie-town. Ever since, he has made strides to