THOUGH THE ASSASSIN WHO KILLED YITZHAK RABIN was a stranger to me, I feel in some sense that I know him, know something of the ecstatic rage and false love that summoned him to try to become a savior of Israel.
As a teenager in Brooklyn in the early 1970s, raised on stories from my father about hiding from the Nazis in a hole in the earth, I was drawn to the extremist politics of Meir Kahane and his Jewish Defense League. I felt certain I inhabited an anti-Semitic world whose true intentions toward the Jews were unmasked at Auschwitz. I...
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