J.E. Reich

One, a family friend, told me that after he had hidden in a bathroom and waited until the wild and brittle sound of gunfire ceased, he stepped out into a bright space and saw Cecil Rosenthal adrift in a pool of blood. My stepfather and mother would most likely have been there, if not for certain mitigating circumstances.

One, a family friend, told me that after he had hidden in a bathroom and waited until the wild and brittle sound of gunfire ceased, he stepped out into a bright space and saw Cecil Rosenthal adrift in a pool of blood. My stepfather and mother would most likely have been there, if not for certain mitigating circumstances.

Most of them were just like, I thought it was nice until you brought up politics. I'm like, well, obviously you've never been a person whose entire existence has been politicized since the day you were born. The overwhelming majority of messages were incredibly kind and incredibly touching. While I was relieved, still, there was this recurring sense of numbness and disassociation.

Most of them were just like, I thought it was nice until you brought up politics. I'm like, well, obviously you've never been a person whose entire existence has been politicized since the day you were born. The overwhelming majority of messages were incredibly kind and incredibly touching. While I was relieved, still, there was this recurring sense of numbness and disassociation.

Most of them were just like, I thought it was nice until you brought up politics. I'm like, well, obviously you've never been a person whose entire existence has been politicized since the day you were born. The overwhelming majority of messages were incredibly kind and incredibly touching. While I was relieved, still, there was this recurring sense of numbness and disassociation.

My stepfather running an errand for his mother, if my mother hadn't been scheduled to work. If not for that, they would have died too. As a writer and as a journalist, I knew how to process my sharp, immediate grief by speaking to family, to friends, to activists at rallies, to mourners at vigils, reporting all I saw and heard in the desperate attempt to make sense out of something nonsensical.

My stepfather running an errand for his mother, if my mother hadn't been scheduled to work. If not for that, they would have died too. As a writer and as a journalist, I knew how to process my sharp, immediate grief by speaking to family, to friends, to activists at rallies, to mourners at vigils, reporting all I saw and heard in the desperate attempt to make sense out of something nonsensical.

My stepfather running an errand for his mother, if my mother hadn't been scheduled to work. If not for that, they would have died too. As a writer and as a journalist, I knew how to process my sharp, immediate grief by speaking to family, to friends, to activists at rallies, to mourners at vigils, reporting all I saw and heard in the desperate attempt to make sense out of something nonsensical.

It brought me back to a place, and this ties back to when that initial Vanity Fair essay came out. I just felt numb. It brought me back to that place of trauma, and I never used that word lightly. At the point where we recorded, technically it was an open FBI investigation, but it was pretty much dormant. The calls at that point had trickled off.

It brought me back to a place, and this ties back to when that initial Vanity Fair essay came out. I just felt numb. It brought me back to that place of trauma, and I never used that word lightly. At the point where we recorded, technically it was an open FBI investigation, but it was pretty much dormant. The calls at that point had trickled off.

It brought me back to a place, and this ties back to when that initial Vanity Fair essay came out. I just felt numb. It brought me back to that place of trauma, and I never used that word lightly. At the point where we recorded, technically it was an open FBI investigation, but it was pretty much dormant. The calls at that point had trickled off.

I remember with acuity the way my shoes hit the pavement, as if the fury of that act could leave a lasting imprint that archaeologists would discover centuries from now, who would understand my vibrant pain by the mere measurement of my footsteps.

I remember with acuity the way my shoes hit the pavement, as if the fury of that act could leave a lasting imprint that archaeologists would discover centuries from now, who would understand my vibrant pain by the mere measurement of my footsteps.

I remember with acuity the way my shoes hit the pavement, as if the fury of that act could leave a lasting imprint that archaeologists would discover centuries from now, who would understand my vibrant pain by the mere measurement of my footsteps.

When these calls were happening, I of course assumed that this caller was a white supremacist. I had an idea of maybe who the caller was, but it was pure speculation. I couldn't really back it up with anything. I'm glad that I did that because I was very much wrong.

When these calls were happening, I of course assumed that this caller was a white supremacist. I had an idea of maybe who the caller was, but it was pure speculation. I couldn't really back it up with anything. I'm glad that I did that because I was very much wrong.

When these calls were happening, I of course assumed that this caller was a white supremacist. I had an idea of maybe who the caller was, but it was pure speculation. I couldn't really back it up with anything. I'm glad that I did that because I was very much wrong.

After that work was done, after the cameras left, after it was understood that the synagogue once called Tree of Life would never be Tree of Life ever again, I fell into a fugue. I think I slept, but I can't remember. Law swaddled me in the morning and choked me at night. And then the calls came. I tell you this all today, in court, to put you in my shoes.

After that work was done, after the cameras left, after it was understood that the synagogue once called Tree of Life would never be Tree of Life ever again, I fell into a fugue. I think I slept, but I can't remember. Law swaddled me in the morning and choked me at night. And then the calls came. I tell you this all today, in court, to put you in my shoes.

After that work was done, after the cameras left, after it was understood that the synagogue once called Tree of Life would never be Tree of Life ever again, I fell into a fugue. I think I slept, but I can't remember. Law swaddled me in the morning and choked me at night. And then the calls came. I tell you this all today, in court, to put you in my shoes.