I have written many love letters to Vermont before.

I have written about how much I love the fall in Vermont and how beautiful the crisp air is. And how equally stunning summer is. 

I am grateful for my sweet childhood in Montpelier, where my parents walked to work down quiet streets and where trips to the co-op were filled with lingering chats with neighbors and friends (even though I usually just wanted to speed my mom up!)

I cherish my memories of walking to school and to my friends’ houses. It was so innocent in many ways.

I love how much hasn’t changed in sweet Montpelier – how the fabric of my childhood is etched in its streets.

However, underneath the Vermont landscape, there is something buried and painful. 

It got unleashed in October of 2023 and I can’t unsee what I saw.

For many Jewish Vermonters like myself, there is an undercurrent of antisemitism, veiled as antizionism. And sometimes the undercurrent becomes a tidal wave, washing over our picturesque towns.

Some ugly snapshots include:........

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