Harvard Alumni are taking antisemitism into their own hands

I love Christmas. I even have a Santa Claus suit.

As a self-proclaimed Christmas and Easter Jew from Beverly Hills, every Christmas Eve all 6 ‘4 and 230 pounds of me climbs into a red suit and white beard, with sleigh bells and a giant toy bag in tow.

My daughters love it. But I love it most of all.

I am also the son of a Holocaust survivor.

But I never knew real antisemitism other than my dad’s stories around the dinner table.

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