This is a clip from a long but excellently written article in The Atlantic by Ta-Nehisi Coates.
Politicians are suddenly eager to disown failed policies on American prisons, but they have failed to reckon with the history. Reconsidering Daniel Patrick Moynihan’s report on “The Negro Family,” 50 years later.
A bit of advice from my favorite “race realism” site.
All lives matter. This is a story from long, long ago.
I’ve never shot or shot at any human being. This is the tale of a threatening phone call my mom told me to make in 1969 when I was 13 years old.
I LOVE the police, especially the ones here in Highland Park and Highwood Illinois. I get scared when I see a light top car in my rear view mirror. But when on my front porch with my bride I am reassured to see a marked car cruise by. We always smile and wave.
Epigenetic changes often serve to biologically prepare offspring for an environment similar to that of the parents, Yehuda explains. In this case, however, the needs of the fetus seem to have trumped that goal. With low levels of cortisol and high levels of the enzyme that breaks it down, many descendants of Holocaust survivors would be ill adapted to survive starvation themselves. In fact, that stress hormone profile might make them more susceptible to PTSD (below, yellow); previous studies have indeed suggested that the offspring of Holocaust survivors are more vulnerable to the effects of stress and are more likely to experience symptoms of PTSD. These descendants may also be at risk for age-related metabolic syndromes, including obesity, hypertension and insulin resistance, particularly in an environment of plenty.
There have recently been several articles in outlets like Haaretz, and others with titles something along the lines of “Who is Meir Ettinger?” In their articles they describe how Meir is the grandson of Rabbi Meir Kahane and how he is the head of a “terrorist” organization.
But, none of that really tells you about who Meir really is. None of that tells you what it would be like to meet him or what it would be like to live in a state that reflected Meir’s vision. As someone who has met Meir, on many occasions, and as someone who considers him a friend, I’d like to tell you who Meir Ettinger is, really.
The first time I met Meir was while he was learning in yeshiva. I saw him learning very intensely and decided that I wanted to meet this holy Jew. I introduced myself and I could immediately tell how much he cared for me as a fellow Jew. He was soft spoken, yet clearly very learned in Torah and Chassidus.
The next time I recall meeting Meir was when we spent Shabbos together. This was before he got married, and Meir had prepared Shabbos meals for a group of young people who had come to help settle one of the Jewish hilltops in the Shomron. I remember his smile as he joked that since he could cook he didn’t need to get married. A few of us mentioned that the potatoes were undercooked and he joked that maybe he’d have to get married, but his wife would only have to make the potatoes.