Here I am worried about the recent display of anti-Semitism in New Zealand and, lo and behold, my friend Andrew, who lives in my home town of Perth, writes to me about the vandalism of a synagogue there.
That’s the synagogue I used to frequent, The very synagogue in which I belted out my barmitzvah portion (albeit off-key). The synagogue in which many of my friends were married.
This is personal.
I hope they catch those sorry sacks of bovine excrement. Soon.
