Remember Rabin: Own Your Story

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The evening of November 4th, 1995, was a Saturday night that started off like any other. Immediately upon extinguishing the havdala candle, my older brother Chanan and I rushed downstairs to switch on our basement television to watch our favorite Saturday night show, Walker, Texas Ranger. 

But this Saturday night was to be different. 

As we flipped manically through the channels on our boxy TV set and adjusted the unwieldy antennae, I vividly recall my father and mother slowly descending the staircase and coming into my field o...

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