Day of Judgement arrives under days of genocide – and what have we done to protest? We are all responsible to one another, every child our child – all the prayers of confession spoken only in the “we.” We return to Judaism for meaning, but if we have done little to protest Jewish violence the angels smell our sullied prayers. Are we here? We are always arriving in and out, lost in the past of our parents and grandparents and childhoods, lost to ourselves and to the violences committed in our names. Are we here, or is it too painful, to take in what it means to be perpetrators?