What I witnessed in my two decades of teaching at Harvard.
From academia to philanthropy to journalism, my experience with Jewish leadership has been by turns discouraging and inspiring.
I expected the women’s movement to evaporate as quickly as it had materialized. It was the worst cultural prediction of my life.
In the late 1960s, appointments in Jewish studies were springing up in tandem with the “adversarial culture.” But we intended to strengthen the universities, not to trash them.
With the relaxation of Catholic influence in Quebec, local Jewish culture began to come of age and flourish.
We were invited to join in the school’s prayers and hymns, but our grateful acquiescence also implied there was something illicit or shameful about our Jewishness.
And come to differing conclusions about the obligations of collective living.
Father brought us out of bondage, but Mother decided where we were to settle and how we were to live.