Sample Sources
The sources below are those contained in our three curated collections—covering themes of Passover, Gender Roles, and Holocaust Resistance. They represent a fraction of the thousands of sources that will be available when the full site launches in 2024.
They Say ...
inasmuch as men and women / in their infinite goodness /
believe in God / is it possible that God /
in his infinite goodness / believes in men and women
believes in me / right now / when my heart is…
Sderot
It took me twenty years to love
this hole in the middle of nowhere.
The cotton balls spread a white flame
and there was an ill wind in the cypresses
until for the first time I saw,
with a just eye,
t…
Lion-shaped Weight
Lion-shaped weight, Arad, Iron Age II (ca. 980–586 BCE). A balance scale would use weights to measure goods. Weights were usually dome-shaped, but some were shaped like animals. This well-preserved…
Horse with Object on Head
Several horse figurines have objects on the forehead, like this one. The object may represent the horse’s forelock or mane, or perhaps a decorative ornament. This terra-cotta figurine from the City of…
Seal Impression with Prancing Horse
This image, found at En Gedi, depicts a prancing or galloping horse with its head and right foreleg raised. The high level of skill shown in the realistic engraving makes it one of the finest seals…
Berlin, Jerusalem and the Moon
Edie:You got it. I can’t be a woman and I can’t be a Jew. And I can’t be either, because I can’t be both. So, you know what I’m gonna be? I am gonna be nothing.Else:Oh, I see, you call all of that…
Ceramic Offering Stand from Ai
This stand is 26 inches (66 cm) high and open at the top and bottom. It has four rows of windows and five feet, with five toes each, protruding near the bottom (three of the feet are visible in the…
Herod
Miriam, Aristobolus and Dina.
Miriam:Mother!
Enter Alexandra, Miriam’s mother.
Alex:Your shouting will wake the dead. A little refinement, Miriam, you’re no longer a little girl.
Miriam:It…
Prisoner without a Name, Cell without a Number
The cell is narrow. When I stand at its center, facing the steel door, I can’t extend my arms. But it is long, and when I lie down, I can stretch out my entire body. A stroke of luck, for in the cell…
Split at the Root
In a long poem written in 1960, when I was thirty-one years old, I described myself as “Split at the root, neither Gentile nor Jew, / Yankee nor Rebel.” I was still trying to have it both ways: to be…