Every year, on Yom Kippur, we Jews stand in the sanctuary, beating our breasts as we enumerate our collective sins: We are guilty. We have betrayed. We have stolen. We have spoken falsely.
The words of the liturgy are in the first person plural, meant to invite us to look both at our individual misdeeds and the ways in which we are part of a larger collective doing harm. In other words, how are we complicit? What have we chosen to ignore?
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