Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash The last few years I’ve been reconnecting with my dad's family. My first event was a community Shabbos dinner held in a big tent, outside on a Friday night shortly after the war with Gaza started. There was a single security guard out there for security. The same for the local community Hannukah celebration that year. Last year there were five police officers at the Menorah lighting. Three stationed inside, the other two outside.