By Jay Sekulow
The left's outrage over the IRS turns to a plea to 'move on'
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a series of privileged cocoons: the Upper East Side of Manhattan, private school, elite women's colleges. Yet she was never at home there, partly because she was acutely aware of the fragility of fortune that had placed her so fortuitously when, across an ocean, other Jewish girls of her age met a fate almost too horrible to comprehend.
