Learning Krav Maga

From Auschwitz to Krav Maga—why I fight, and why the Jews must never stand alone again.

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I’ve always been into Jews. Perhaps it began with a dog-eared copy of Exodus by Leon Uris, devoured in the bafflingly snowbound wilderness of Fort Garry, MB. Or maybe it was those biblically infused Sunday school tales: David, plucky and lean, standing defiant against the belligerent slab of Philistine flesh. The crowds, of course, were jeering. Until they weren’t, I was ten and already suspicious of majorities.