BY ILANA DIAMANT for newvoices.org
The day that my street became a crime scene, I didn’t go to my job as a waitress. Everything was too heart-achingly fresh and the lockdown wasn’t lifted until it was too late, anyway. I went to work the next day, though. And the day after that. On Tuesdays, my second job entails teaching high schoolers filmmaking technique and overseeing their productions. None are Jewish. Some live in close proximity to Squirrel Hill; most don’t.