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Amid heavy opposition, Project Shema’s training at a Massachusetts school raises alarms over the growing presence of pro-Israel lobby groups in shaping American education policy.
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A conversation with Issue 56 cover artist Chris Buzelli.
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Write down the most common intrusive thought that keeps you up at night, but don’t include your name. Then choose a table leader to read each thought aloud and take turns guessing the author.
How old were you when you learned about death? What was your initial reaction?
How do you viscerally experience the feeling of shame in your body—as a wave of heat? As a tingling cold sweat? As a ringing sensation in your ears followed by utter blankness? Share with your elbow partner.
Share the longest period of time you’ve ever wept. Then, as a group, seat yourselves in order from shortest cry to longest cry.
Think of a beloved childhood possession that you lost, and tell your group the story of how you lost it. Did it float off in the ocean? Did a stepparent throw it away, claiming you were too old for such babyish things? Did a distracted caregiver run it over with their car? Choose the saddest story in your small group and be ready to reenact it for the whole group.
When you experience gastrointestinal issues, do you prefer throwing up or shitting as a means of relief? Find a buddy who shares your point of view.
Though her family sometimes received food stamps and occasionally had their utilities cut off, Marcie Alvis Walker’s parents led her to believe that they were an average middle-class Black family. They encouraged her to pursue her dreams and told her that if she worked hard enough, she’d achieve them. The small catch was that Walker’s dream was an elusive one for any cash-strapped and undereducated Black woman: being a New York Times–bestselling author. Now, as a published non-bestselling author, she wishes she’d had a backup plan.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
— W. B. Yeats, “Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”