David Horowitz - Personal Life

Personal Life

Horowitz has been married four times. He married his first wife, Elissa Krauthamer, in a Yonkers, New York synagogue on June 14, 1959. Elissa is the mother of their four children, Jonathan Daniel, Benjamin Horowitz, Anne Pilat, and Sarah Rose Horowitz, who died in March 2008 at age 44 from Turner syndrome-related heart complications. She is the subject of Horowitz's 2009 book, A Cracking of the Heart.

Horowitz's daughter, Sarah, was a human rights activist who cooked for the homeless, stood vigil at San Quentin on nights when the state of California executed prisoners, worked with autistic children in public schools, and with the American Jewish World Service, helped rebuild homes in El Salvador after a hurricane and traveled to India to oppose child labor. In a review of Horowitz's paean to Sarah, in which Horowitz explores their estrangement and reconciliation, FrontPage magazine associate editor David Swindle wrote that she fused "the painful lessons of her father's life with a mystical Judaism to complete the task he never could: showing how the Left could save itself from self-destruction."

After ending his first marriage, Horowitz married Sam Moorman, whom he also later divorced. On June 24, 1990, Horowitz married Shay Marlowe in an Orthodox Jewish ceremony conducted at the Pacific Jewish Center by Rabbi Daniel Lapin. After the marriage with Marlowe also ended in divorce, Horowitz married April Mullvain Horowitz, his present wife. They live in Los Angeles County.

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