(Love & hate) By Anonymous My story starts in a refugee camp outside my land. I never had friends from childhood because I moved a lot from place to place. I read a lot of books about our revolution – but there were just two words that stuck in my head:...
By Sydney Levy Last month, I found myself praying at the Wailing Wall — but I was not in Jerusalem. I was at the wall that separates San Diego from Tijuana. It is a metal structure that extends eastward as far as the eye can see into the horizon, and that dips...
By Andrew Kadi A few days ago, I was on a flight from Canada to the U.S. sitting next to an African-American family. The husband, seated in front of me, appeared to be wearing a religious cap with a blue & white menorah on it. The wife was sitting next to me with...
By Sapir Sluzker-amran Uncle Sadiq is dead. Five years ago on Yom Kippur, when I lived with grandma and grandpa, I went with them to the synagogue for Iraqi Jews, which was a kind of small community center that underwent a transformation for the High Holidays—not...
We are Jews of Color, Sephardi, Mizrahi, and other Minoritized Jews organizing for justice in Palestine and the transformation of our communities. We are organizing in partnership with Jewish Voice for Peace.
