Address Unknown

by Kathrine Kressmann Taylor

But there is another realm where we can always find something true, the fireside of a friend, where we shed our little conceits and find warmth and understanding, where small selfishnesses are impossible and where wine and books and talk give a different meaning to existence. There we have made something that no falseness can touch. We are at home.

You lament but you are never brave enough to fight back. That is why there are pogroms.

I did not expect you would take up arms for my people because they are my people, but because you were a man who loved justice.