When I Became a Little Version of Bibi

People born in the Western liberal tradition like to think it’s never too late. But sometimes it is too late, and the proof is in a drawer in my mother’s house.

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1. Eilam, I said to my year-old son as he ate corn on the cob and a golden ray of October sun illuminated them both. Eilam, look at me for a minute, we have to think about how to get out of this country. He...