Loving your story, your fierce honesty and your beautiful voice. Huge thanks.

I served at Brooklyn Bethel and attended Brooklyn Center congregation during the crack, Koch and Bernard Goetz years—’85–’88. I might have sat on the very bench you wept on. Now, like you, “I’m good, I’m free,” and living in Portland, Oregon.

Coincidentally, I’m getting ready to publish my Euro-American version of your story. I’ll tag it “Jehovahs Witnesses.”

Lots of love!