10/07/2026
Three years ago, our world changed forever.
The deadliest attack on Jews since the Holocaust happened. In our lifetime. In a medieval style pogrom that we haven't known since pre-war days, 1,200 Jews were murdered in the most brutal, barbaric way. Our brothers and sisters killed, r***d and taken hostage to Gaza.
A family who called Havasu home was torn apart that day. Avi Sasi was killed protecting his daughter, Danielle Sasi.
We witnessed the rise of the purest form of evil.
Yet, even outside Israel—yes, even in sleepy, isolated Lake Havasu City and Mohave County, we have experienced an alarming rise in anti-semitism. While in larger metro areas that sentiment is often associated with the left wing of the political spectrum, here we have experienced much of it coming from the right.
We cannot be in denial about what it is, and who is behind it, even if they used to be our friends.
In the immediate aftermath of the massacre, we saw support from our neighbors. But as those expressions of support faded away, we have been left with the far louder calls for our own demise.
There is only one response to Oct 7th and the rise of Jew hatred, in the words of my colleague, Rabbi Eli Schlanger, to me in an interview for Chabad.org as anti-semitism was becoming worse in Australia: "Be more Jewish. Act more Jewish. And appear more Jewish."
Eli was later murdered in cold blood on Bondi Beach in Sydney, with 14 others, while my brother Yanky and dozens of others fought for their lives.
What could never happen, happened in my home country of Australia.
On the day of Oct 7th, the holiday of Simchas Torah on the Jewish calendar, my family and I were in Prescott, joining our friends at Chabad of Prescott for this most joyous holiday.
As we danced with the Torah scrolls late into the night, news began trickling in from the street. We danced as our eyes flowed with tears, and we have never stopped dancing, or crying.
The Jewish heart has evolved to contain complex, contradictory emotions. We are no strangers to this.
I have never returned to Prescott since.
Today, exactly three years later, we'll be back in Prescott celebrating the Bar Mitzvah of the son of our friends the Fillers, who lead Chabad there.
Because the greatest victory we can have over evil and hatred is celebrating the vibrant continuity of Jewish life.
We will dance again.
Below, flowers left at the doors for Chabad Havasu in the days following Oct. 7th.
Rabbi Mendel Super