How long should we fear the knocking?
When I was a wee lad, there was nothing that worried me more than someone knocking on the front door when my parents weren't home. Even if I did answer the door, what would I tell them? It seemed safer to just hide in the dining room and wait until the knocking stopped; after all, how long could they knock for before giving up. As I grew older, my fears subsided to a point and I was happy to answer the door in any state. After all, people would be respectful... right? For the past decade, there has been a wrapping on the communal front door. Slowly that knocking has turned into a banging. Now, no longer the polite knuckled tapping but a full fledged clenched fist, pinky end led pounding upon what feels as though the only defense against Elie Wiesel's night. Each day the pounding grows louder. Each day its defense less palatable. Yet we cower in silence under the dining room table, praying it will stop and go away, like cowards. At what point do y...