This morning my neighborhood Starbucks was closed because a group identifying themselves on a flier as “Jewish Voices for Anarchy” wrote “GAZA” in red spray paint on their doors and windows. Ok! There is an annihilation happening in Gaza and the worst atrocity on earth is certainly not on the windows of a Brooklyn Starbucks.
“Oh no!” I consoled another lady taking a picture of it, “First they come for the Gingerbread Lattes!”
I tried to give my best, generations-inherited “Don’t mind me I’m one of the good ones!” look to the man begrudgingly cleaning the paint off the door as teenagers tried to stop him, and went on my way quietly wondering how difficult it would be to get a Canadian passport this week.