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“I sat near a window in our little synagogue and looked out at the large church and wondered how a statue whose face was so full of love could be worshipped by someone whose heart was so full of hate.”

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Chaim Potok
Chaim Potok

Chaim Potok, born on February 17, 1929, in New York City, was an American Jewish author known for his works that delve into Jewish culture and American society, characterized by profound religious and philosophical reflections. His most famous works include 'The Chosen' and 'The Hope of a Beginnings', which have been well-received by readers worldwide. more

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