American Jews are waking up.
In 1994, my wife and I took our children on a trip to visit relatives in England. We stayed over the Sabbath at her cousin’s home in a quiet London suburb. In the morning, I walked to the synagogue, one that her cousin, an architect, had designed.
I was shocked when I reached the building to see a policeman conspicuously posted by the synagogue entrance, keeping a careful watch on the comings and goings. How jarring it seemed in that green and pleasant land, a proud bulwark of political freedom, to see this show of force. Thank God, I thought to myself, that in America, it hasn’t come to that.
