...As I write this, it is Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the Jewish year 5778. For the next ten days, Jews will be contemplative, looking inward critically, hoping to improve ourselves. Jews believe in Tikkun Olam, which translates loosely to “repairing the world;” we believe Jews have an obligation outside of ourselves, to the planet and other people. As Rabbi reminded us, there are millions suffering across the globe and whatever we can do, we must do, to help. However, this idea is not only a religious one. During the turbulent 1960s, my family worked for civil rights, assisting the Fair Housing Council of Los Angeles in desegregating our white neighborhood. Moreover, after the Watts riots in 1965, my parents volunteered for, and my sisters and I attended, a literacy pre-school program there called Head Start. This program was free for any child, but largely minority populated; my parents believed representation of whites was also necessary. These examples of engaging and connecting with others are fundamentally...
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...and Other Stories Arthur Dobrin © 2010 2 Arthur Dobrin CONTENTS Passing Stranger — 3 Love the One You’re With — 19 Lemon — 40 Shila — 59 Ayew’s Last Letter — 73 Girls in Paradise — 80 The Coriolis Effect — 98 The Train to Amsterdam — 121 Black Ice — 134 (E)ruction (D)isorder — 154 Coral Fish — 169 In Treasured Teapots — 179 Deep Well — 196 The Harder Right — 210 Notes — 222 THE HARDER RIGHT 3 Passing Stranger A WOMAN. Perhaps that’s why. The first and still the only in the clergy association. Or maybe it is because of where she is from. No one from San Francisco had come to live here before. Occasionally an outsider moved to this town, in the northern tier of the state, but the flow is almost always in the other direction, away from, not into. And the few that do come to stay aren’t from California, a place that to this day, decades after it had long faded, is believed to be an incubator for radical lifestyles and subversive politics. 4 Arthur Dobrin Or perhaps her name—Ailanthus—a strange one, where here, if you are named after flora it is Rose or Violet or another sweet smelling flower that could be grown in the garden. It must be a name given to her by a hippie mother, a band given to bestowing peculiar names on their children. No one knows of a girl being named after a tree. They never heard of an ailanthus...
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