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David Cohen
Class of 1968
In a time of campus upheaval, Hillel was a steady anchor.
The 1960s were turbulent, but every Friday we gathered for Shabbat. That ritual—arguing about politics one minute and singing Lecha Dodi the next—taught me what community really means.
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