Monday, February 09, 2004
Every day something reminds me of Jonathan. A movie, a hasid on the street, a song. I recently saw the movie "The Believer." The plot follows a yeshiva boy gone (quite) astray--in fact, so off-course that the boy grows into a neo-Nazi and then commits suicide inside of a synagogue. In the end, protagonist becomes as Jewish as he can, goes to shul on Yom Kippur, and blows himself up. I see a parallel between that movie and what Joni did. He got a Jewish as he could. He became a Hasid, and then hung himself, in his apartment in Brooklyn, with his gartel.
May he rest in peace.
May he rest in peace.