Recently, I spoke with one of my former students and she asked me a question about anti- Semitism that left me entirely speechless. I’ve known her since she was eight years old when she first walked into one of the dance classes that I teach for an organization in downtown Los Angeles that serves mostly poor Latino families — she’s now in her mid-twenties.
She is vocal about matters of social justice. We were talking about Black Lives Matter and I mentioned the anti-Semitism that I’ve experienced throughout my life. And then she asked, “When you were growing up, did you have a safe space to express yourself about matters of prejudice? Did you feel heard?”
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