The article “When the greater good is not good enough” (Feb. 17) elicited painful memories. At age nine, I was sent to a Brooklyn yeshivah. I cannot remember a day when I was not beaten by my rabbis, humiliated in front of my peers, and otherwise inculcated in prejudices against non-Jews. That experience dictated almost all I did in my life, and especially my view of Judaism. I am professed atheist; my Judaism was beaten out me.