I knew that according to the rules, she wasn’t supposed to be talking with me at all, since I’d left the kehillah
“My children will not go to school. We don’t need school,” he kept saying. “The white man has nothing to teach us”
I still couldn’t raise that arm all the way, or stretch it out in front of me. I was disabled. Handicapped. Maybe forever
Itzik sighed. “Levi, we’ve talked about this ten times already. I didn’t incite them. I’m the last person who’d go inciting anybody to kill Arabs
This didn’t quite look like his crowd, but somehow Itzik could see himself drumming together with them, being part of the circle and the pulsating sound
Nothing hurts like betrayal. No pain is deeper than the pain of disillusionment: seeing your hero unmasked as a dupe, your personal idol shattered into fraudulent bits
