Children of Peace
Tuesday morning, the synagogue still dark. Locking the car, she looks up at the old, red-brick building, once, a hundred years ago, a home for a wealthy family. She feels a little sick to her stomach when, again, she sees the temporary sign—a makeshift on paper laminated over cardboard, in place of the stolen sign. B’nai Shalom. Children of Peace. The temporary sign contradicts the words: The original, simple, professional sign, urethaned, carved in maple, was stolen a couple of weeks ago; graffiti on the synagogue wall, now erased, cursed Israel or condemned Israel. Last week the local giveaway weekly newspaper gave the vandalism a lot of space. Children of Peace? Whatever peace she finds here will be the peace she brings with her, and today that’s not much.
About the Author
John J. Clayton is the author, most recently, of Many Seconds into the Future. His latest stories in Commentary are “Reading to Jacob” (July/August 2013) and “Light Gleams an Instant” (July/August 2012).