"...heart"

Here's a family memory. There was, and is a Black Jewish community in Harlem. This for well over a century. My mother as a child, and youth was familiar with them. In the early 1940's before the world knew or believed if told. The Holocaust was in progress. A bitter ripple of this my mother witnessed on Lenox Avenue 1943. A Black Rabbi walked down the middle of that street. This in the heart of Harlem. As he walked he wept as he wept he prayed. He had been told of the Camps, and what was being done there. Being done even as he walked wept, and prayed.

Below rediscovered recordings of the Cantors of the Black Synagogues in Harlem.