There's cowardice in an opinion piece that uses the dead to sell hatred to the living. The dead deserve better. So do the living.
By Bradley Burston
I just listened to a version of "Will You Love Me Tomorrow" by Amy Winehouse, may her memory be for a blessing. Every note, every better-than-perfect pause and inflection, drove home the same thought. Maybe once in a generation is a singer so blessed, and so benighted, that she can communicate raw and refined emotion like that, howl and soar and glide like that, and at the same time – and as a result, or as a cause - incinerate herself before our very eyes.
In the case of g'dolot ha'dor, the peerless of their generation, it often happens that we barely get to know them for what they are,
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