Menorah vandalized

For those who have not heard, the Menorah in South Orange was vandalized earlier this week.

South Orange Police have released the following video and are asking for your help to identify the perpetrators.

Please share with your neighbors and contact Detective Lieutenant Brian McGuire, anonymously if desired, at (973) 763-3000 x.7788, with any information.

And light will drive out the darkness and we will Persevere

No ............it is an illness that penicillin cannot cure. In generations to come we will look back and wonder

how such a vile phenomenon could occur. And make no mistake...........it will someday vanish from this Earth

"But they shall sit every man beneath his vine and fig tree, and none shall make them afraid"

do they look like Trump supporters?

Scumbags. Looks as though it was done casually and opportunistically, though obviously no way to know from the video.

Build it back 3 times larger. If a gofundme or something is set up I'm in. Make it an even bigger light to burn back the dark.

Jackson_Fusion said:

Scumbags. Looks as though it was done casually and opportunistically, though obviously no way to know from the video.

Build it back 3 times larger. If a gofundme or something is set up I'm in. Make it an even bigger light to burn back the dark.

I think you should be able to set up a GoFundMe. Let us know when its up.

"Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask," said Scrooge, looking intently at the Spirit's robe, "but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?"

"It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it," was the Spirit's sorrowful reply. "Look here." From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

"Oh, Man, look here! Look, look, down here!" exclaimed the Ghost. They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude. "Spirit, are they yours?" Scrooge could say no more.

"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!" cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. "Slander those who tell it ye. Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And abide the end."

"Have they no refuge or resource?" cried Scrooge.

"Are there no prisons?" said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. "Are there no workhouses?" -- Charles Dicken

-s.

@soda, thank you