Karen and I are in Dallas for a cousin’s wedding.
Flags are at half-mast all across the city.
My cousins belong to Congregation Shaare Tefilla, an Orthodox synagogue, and a spectacularly gracious and hospitable congregation. During Shabbat services, Rabbi Ariel Rackovsky read the names and ages of the five fallen Dallas police officers. The Rabbi spoke with great moral clarity about what it means to be an American, a Texan, and a Jew. We are all, he said, steeped in this arc of grief together. It was deeply moving. A moment I shall never forget.
