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  • Two daggers

    Shalom Pollack|Sep 28, 2018

    Two events took place yesterday; both were the kind we have gotten used to, especially since the Oslo accords were signed a quarter of a century ago. One was the murder of yet another holy, beautiful Jew by an Arab, and the other was a meeting between a group of Israeli “thinkers and intellectuals” and the PLO leadership in Ramallah. They made the trip to the terror incitement capital in order to keep the dialogue and communication channels open for peace. They wanted to lift their “peace partner’s spirits and encourage him to stay the path as...

  • Letter to Yad Vashem: Do not whitewash history

    Shalom Pollack|Jun 15, 2018

    I return to the continuing one-man battle that I have been trying to wage in recent years. As a tour guide, I have visited Yad Vashem many hundreds of times, both the former and the current version. Many structural and technical innovations have upgraded the visiting experience. However, one very glaring content change has caught my eye now for a while and it leaves me no rest. I am asking for yet another attempt to draw the attention to the whitewashing of our history. I will not be silenced by the forces of political correctness, especially i...

  • Lessons learned?

    Shalom Pollack|Oct 13, 2017

    Today is October 6. Forty-seven years ago on this date, I was in my dorm room at the Hebrew University (I was spending a year in Israel as an exchange student) napping after Musaf service on Yom Kippur/Shabbat, Oct 6, 1973 At 2 p.m. I was awoken to the sounds of sirens. Sirens? On Yom Kippur? Didn’t make any sense. Was this a local malfunction? Strange. I turned over The sirens continued and did not stop for many long minutes. At this point, many students were out of their rooms seeking an explanation. I went to our floor counselor, an I...

  • Neighbors

    Shalom Pollack|Apr 14, 2017

    I am learning more than just a language as I study Arabic. As I had hoped, it is allowing me a peek into a culture and mentality. For example, the other day I was riding my bike and stopped to say hello to a young Arab man employed by the city as a gardener. Turns out he is a neighbor of mine. He lives in Jebel Mukabar, which is in ear shot of where I live. I hear clearly (whether I want to or not) the call to prayer each morning from the powerful mosque loudspeakers. I knew enough Arabic to comment that his village has a bad reputation. Over t...