Campus protestors demonize their own version of Zionism. It’s not the Zionism I inherited from my grandmother.
When I was young—perhaps six or seven years old—my grandmother made my older sister and me life members of Hadassah. A photo in one of my parents’ albums marks the occasion: my grandmother beams at the camera as my sister and I hold our membership certificates with broad grins, complete with missing teeth, on our […]
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