Author: Liba Vaynberg

I am not Russian, but I speak Russian. It’s a kind of nonconsensual tattoo Stalin left behind on my parents—better tattooed than dead.

I wore only skirts for years, but I didn’t care for Judaism much. I wear pants now, but I pray.

There you go, and here we are. Did we need reminding? Of meaning and truth? And its arbiters? We did. We always do.

All we can do is communicate—it is always what we could have done, and it will always be the one thing we can do.

And then, he jumps in, “What about Harvey Weinstein? What do you think about Harvey Weinstein.”