Remembering the 1929 Hebron Massacre
Tensions were brewing; they heard the talk among the Arabs in the street. But no one could have envisioned how catastrophic it would be.
Tensions were brewing; they heard the talk among the Arabs in the street. But no one could have envisioned how catastrophic it would be.
We also must say this: When violent attacks occur around the world, standard response is to state that the catalyst for the tragedy is inexplicable. Today, that is not the case at all. There is no doubt that the terrorist’s action was a result of the incessant incitement against Israelis that is spread in all quarters of Palestinian society by its leadership.
“The Orthodox Union strongly condemns the violent attack perpetrated this past weekend in Orlando, Florida. While all the facts surrounding the terrible crime are yet to be revealed, it is clear that those people who were murdered and grievously injured were targeted because of their identification with the LGBT community.
Thursday night, March 6th, 2008, Rosh Chodesh Adar Bet 5768: Around eight pm, while my husband Baruch, a student at Yeshivat Mercaz HaRav, and I are enjoying a relaxing supper, a man from the East Jerusalem neighborhood of Jabel Mukaber, wearing a black stocking cap and carrying a cardboard TV box, climbs the five steps from the sidewalk to the courtyard of Mercaz HaRav. He strides forward and rests the box on a stone ledge. Spotting three teenage boys mulling around the dormitory entrance, he reaches into the box and draws out a Kalashnikov rifle.
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o
No one spoke. We all moved as if we were underwater. And somehow, then we had to make R
When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,