”And they put forth an ill report to the Israelites of the land that they had scouted saying ‘The land through which we passed to scout is a land that consumes those who dwell in it, and all the people whom we saw in it are men of huge measure.'”
It has taken me over twenty-one years before I was finally allowed inside my father’s brownstone in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, and now only because I’m here to sit shiva for him in the days after his death.
