It happened here.
We knew it could happen here when we learned that nine people were killed in 2015 in the historic Mother Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, South Carolina. We knew it could happen here when we learned that six were killed in the Islamic Cultural Centre of Quebec City in 2017.
Here—amid the kosher establishments on Murray Avenue, the Judaica shops on Forbes Avenue, the jeweler closed on Saturdays but open on Sundays, one of the few Dunkin’ Donuts in the country, and almost certainly the only Italian ice emporium regularly inspected by rabbis, and the landmark clocktower with Hebrew letters at the center of Squirrel Hill—reigned a profound sense of security. It was, in the argot of the contemporary