by Philip Goldberg Sandro Gonzalez Scarlet splotches stained the rabbi’s white shirt, his black pants, his hands. He wore a distant gaze as if seeking the Promised Land of milk and honey. The approaching sirens were mere murmurs in the dense fog that muffled his hearing, his thinking, as he stood on the lawn outside the Emanuel Jewish Center. The world was spinning one way, he the other. What had happened earlier in the main sanctuary came to him scattershot. The man enteri