Some Thoughts For Yom Kippur
Americans used to vote for the candidates they liked the most. Now, they vote against the person they hate the most.
This is a tragedy for America, the world and for me personally. My father immigrated to America from a small town in Russia. He explained the greatness of America in one anecdote. In the small village where he was raised, the roads were not paved. After the winter snows melts, the streets were muddy and filthy. If someone fell in the muck, the townspeople would stand around that person and laugh. The difference in America -- and why my father so loved this country -- is because here, if someone was to fall in the street, everyone would come to help, regardless of who that person was or what they looked like.
The most corrosive element of our society is what turns us against one another. Where does it come from? I don't have to spell it out. The president creates a hate on a daily basis through his name-calling and divisive innuendos. Isn't that what we used to condemn a children for if this happened in the school yard?
On this Yom Kippur, my prayer is that we open our eyes and see the humanity of everyone who walks the streets, especially those who fall and can't get up by themselves.