Ican still remember when my grandmother, daughter of immigrant Jews, would ask about any global or local news, “Is this good for the Jews?”
It was a common refrain among Jews — half joke, half commentary — back in the day.
For my grandmother, it was half joke, half commentary from someone who had lost relatives during the Holocaust.
It was half joke, half commentary from someone who knew antisemitism, in its most vile forms, up close.
It was half joke, half commentary from someone who lived in New York, then and now a liberal bastion, when 20,000 Nazis rallied in Madison Square Garden, when the German ocean liner, St. Louis, filled with more than 900 Jews attempting to escape the Third Reich, was turned away by the United States, as well as Canada and Cuba, many of them only to go ba