January 10, 1993 |
A LITTLE PAST 10 P.M., THE SHOCK OF AN ENORmous explosion shook Al Binder's antebellum home in a fashionable section of Jackson, literally lifting him out of bed. Instantly the young lawyer was wide awake. His synagogue, Temple Beth Israel, was only half a mile away and because of all the Klan threats against the Jewish community he immediately figured it had been bombed. He worried about Rabbi Perry Nussbaum, who often worked late.