From the Rabbi's Desk

Parshat Vayigash is about the twelve brothers coming together and leaving their contentious past behind. It is about the unity that is necessary for the Jewish people. One of the hardest aspects of unity is that no matter how we feel about one another the antisemites hate us all one and the same. There is no disparity in their eyes. Ayelet wrote this poem a few weeks back and would like to share it with the community. Shabbat shalom.

They don’t know my face
They don’t know my name
They don’t know my favorite game to play
But they want me dead

They don’t know I hate peanut butter
They don’t know I love theater
They don’t know I used to be a picky eater
But they want me dead

They don’t know that I have a baby sister
They don’t know I love to read
They don’t know I pick my cuticles until they bleed
But they want me dead

All they know is that I keep kosher
That I wear a necklace with a star
That on Shabbat I don’t drive a car
So they want me dead

I’m just a kid
Just trying to make it through school
I’m not even very cool
So why, why, do they want me dead?