A kasheh (challenging question) of a child:
I was glued to my laptop, reading articles and watching clips about the tragedy. My two sons, 4 and 2, came over and looked at the screen. I pointed to the picture of the Holtzbergs, and I said to them (in Yiddish, the language I speak with them): “Ir zet di gute Yidden, Chassidim, vos di shlechteh goyim hobn geharget?” “Do you see the good Jews, the Chassidim, whom the evil goyim murdered?” and I broke out in tears. My older son, Shneur Zalman, was confused; my younger son, Moshe, didn’t begin to understand.
My older son asked, “Why are there bad goyim?” “Ich vais nisht”—“I don’t know,” I answered, weeping even more.