A Nation That Has Lost Its Way

A week before Passover, I find myself in deep reflection—not only on the ancient story of Exodus, but on my own journey. Passover has always been more than a ritual or holiday; it is a sacred invitation to remember God’s love, where we came from, and what still binds and frees us. This year, as I prepare my heart for Passover, I also recall the stories of more recent history—stories not from the desert, but from the ashes of Europe. I think of the Holocaust survivors, of the fear and faith that gripped Jewish families in Germany, Poland, and across Europe. I think of the way Rabbi Sidney Zimelman, (He was my rabbi while I was incarcerated.) used to speak of those times—how he would talk about the mounting fear, the silence of neighbors, and the rising tide of hatred that swept through nations. And then, somehow, he would always tie it back to Passover—not just as a feast of freedom, but as a symbol of endurance and divine presence even in the darkest nights. Today antisemitism is ...