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All the Way to the Bank

Jewdar is going to refrain from the Holocaust joke, and instead, simply tell the good folks at the Wiesenthal Center to chillax.
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Jews Aren’t Actually Racists: Who knew?

When a modern audience thinks of American Indians and American Jews, the image that comes to mind is likely to be that of Mel Brooks as an Indian chief in Blazing Saddles, dressed in fancy schmancy schmattes...

Chosen Music: An Interview With Rachael Sage

Rachael Sage has two distinct personas. On the one hand, there is the serious singer-songwriter who plays piano, writes pensive lyrics and delivers them in a hypnotic, understated voice that sounds like a less ...
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Heeb Fiction: Memoirs of My Gun at the ‘Gogue

On that warm afternoon I was dressed in a zoot suit with a black turtleneck sweater and shady Rayban sunglasses. Feeling very cool, but in reality a little sweaty, and with my dark olive complexion looking every bit the terrorist, I was stopped by security as I mounted the stairs asking to examine my bag.

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