I share Jason Stark’s disappointment with the audible silence and lack of accountability taken by our communal leadership, for their bizarre and harmful public stances relating to Covid.
This is a letter I never wanted to write. My husband Michoel passed away last week. I hate the term, “I lost my husband,” because I never did. For those of you who knew him, he was a tzadik, and I don’t use that term lightly. He learned day and night and was humble about all his accomplishments.
For any cynical people who have lost their faith in humanity for one bad reason or another, please take note of the following. The values and teachings of the members of the Jewish faith and culture have it right. Within that community exists an honesty and neighborly love for one another that warrants admiration and emulation. This has always been true, but recently I have found reason to strongly confirm my belief.
It is with a mix of emotions that I announce my decision to step down from the New York State Assembly this summer. After much contemplation, I have come to the conclusion that it is time for me to embark upon a new chapter.
Queens Hatzolah has been receiving complaints from civilians and police about alleged Hatzalah members who are abusing lights and siren privileges. We were provided with license plate numbers of the perpetrators.
I would like to share some thoughts about my recent trip to Eretz Yisrael. Although I did not take El Al, on the plane I was surrounded by many Jews in various attire, both religious and secular. Some men walked around with tzitzis, and I saw one Jewish man helping another put on t’filin. I saw this in Israel as well. Many of the stewardesses spoke Hebrew.