I’ve met several real-life heroes, and they all have this one thing in common.

The Sadness Police: Unpacking the strange new phenomenon against returned and rescued Israeli hostages.

Why I only joined a hostage release protest after 344 days of war, and why it took me so long.

When a missing friend was murdered, I got a small taste of the utter hell that victims and hostage families of October 7th have endured for over a year.

As I washed out my hair at one of the holiest sites in Judaism, I realized I was missing something.

I thought the Holocaust was enough of a travesty for the world to defend Israel’s right to exist – now I think the world probably never cared much to begin with.

It will be a dark day for Israeli democracy if murder and abuse are not condemned – even if it’s against a Nukba Hamas terrorist.

After October 7th, I was looking for an opportunity to travel to the south of Israel. Most would run away from danger during times of war, but a part of me needed to see so that I would never forget.

When Bella Hadid failed to condemn Hamas, I scrambled to find her humanity; I was surprised to find it in a physical trait.

I realized that when looking across to the cursed ‘other side,’ the thought of the hostages didn’t cross my mind even once, and it disturbed me.