At the clergy convocation in my diocese last week, a rabbi got up to speak about the 50th anniversary of Nostre Aetate and noted this sobering fact: when he was growing up in New Jersey in the 1960s, he would try to time his departure from school so that he wouldn’t run into the Catholic kids who went to the nearby parochial school. Because if he encountered them, odds were he would be beaten up. This was life growing up Jewish 50 years... Read more