Incident on Broadway
Incident on Broadway Last Friday—March,bright sun, cold wind—I was on Broadway, hobbling,headed for the next block. At 109th, at the light,two men just ahead, waiting:one speaking,one being spoken at. The speaker—young, loud,a dog on a loose leash,muscular, steady— kept returning to it: Why am I an anti-Semitejust because I’m against Israelkilling people? Again: Why am … Read more