Hard copies of these typed letters were discovered in an old camp trunk in the basement storage facility of one of the few buildings that remain standing in this Brooklyn neighborhood. The building is quite decrepit and is scheduled for demolition. The letters were found in November 2048 by a teenager who believes they were written by his great-grandfather. The letters are addressed to Mendel, the letter writer’s father, who appears to have been dead for at least six years when his son, whose name we are unsure of, started to write him. The son appears very agitated in some of the letters. With permission from the family, we are publishing them on the date they were written, only 28 years later.

December 1, 2020

Dear Mendel,

I know you and I didn’t see eye-to-eye on Israel. Do you remember the Passover Seder where you wanted me to promise not to start any fights about Israel? I promised not to start anything, but I wouldn’t promise to keep quiet if someone started complaining about self-hating Jews (meaning me). It got very loud that night. It may have been the last large Seder before we all decided it was better for each of us to celebrate with our own families.

Once you asked me why I wouldn’t visit Israel and I gave you a list. You said, “Jews wouldn’t do such things.” I replied, “Maybe they’re not really Jews.”

Israel, under its current government, with the support of the Trump administration, is a terrorist state that murders opponents in other countries, including scientists. It is supposed to be a U.S. ally, but it interferes in U.S. elections and is trying to push the United States into a war with Iran. Imagine the outrage if Iran was responsible for the murder of an Israeli or American public official? You know something, “Maybe they’re not really Jews.”

Your son