When I was a kid, I was a very important person in shul. My dad was not at all prominent in the greater society -- he merely worked for his brother, selling toys and stationery as a wholesaler in Manhattan's Lower East Side, starting his workday at 7 a.m. and working through 7 p.m. every day, including Sunday. (Sabbath-observant, he got to leave midafternoon on Fridays.) But at shul, he was well liked, even loved, and was the vice president of the local Young Israel. He was very important there, and I got treated great.
Then he died -- cut down by leukemia at age 45. At his funeral, everyone from shul attended and promised to love our family, to remain close. In time, though, the bonds loosened. There were fewer visits on Shabbat to our home; fewer invitations to others' homes. And then it happened. One Shabbat, amid 20 talking boys, I was singled out to be chastised -- to be quiet. That had never before happened to me.
Dennis Prager uses half of what I said to the L.A. Times and gives the impression that I am one of those awful leftists who are "either morally confused, immoral or lack courage."
When Dr. Joel L. Strom was attending services recently at Congregation Kehillat Ma'arav in Santa Monica, a lady walked up, fixed him with a stern eye and spit out, "You are a traitor to your people."