"Morning has broken" — but we dare not forget the night

Israel from the Inside with Daniel Gordis · Sep 29, 2024 · 1m

My mom used to tell me that she always remembered where she was when she heard that FDR had died. She was only ten, she would remind us, but she remembered. And she always would.

Depending on our age, most of us remember where we were, and maybe whom we were with, when we heard that war had broken out in 1973, or that the World Trade Center had been hit by two planes, or that the Challenger had exploded. I can still picture the bedspread on my parents’ bed where I was sitting as we were watching the black and white TV in their bedroom, hearing about the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther…