That was gibberish and it’s not true.
Now, someone might choose to not be RELIGIOUSLY Jewish, sure. But your DNA is your DNA.
True. Different people do different things to survive under adverse circumstances. For example, career thugs do what they must in their own special way:
Many prisoner functionaries were recruited from the ranks of violent criminal gangs rather than from the more numerous political, religious and racial prisoners; those were known for their brutality toward other prisoners. This brutality was tolerated by the SS and was an integral part of the camp system.
In that context, I suppose it makes sense that Fleischer, the mouthpiece for an illegitimate war of choice promulgated on false pretexts, would initially chose the kapo route to keeping his political career in the GOP alive.
Okay. That is your right to believe as such.
But let me tell you a story.
My grandfather, in blessed memory, was a slave at the Czestochowa forced labor camp, making munitions for Krups. He was also a smuggler. I wouldn’t believe the specifics if not for corroboration from the witnesses, but he bought ingredients from the Polish day workers, made candy, sold it back to them, and bought food with the profits, which he then gave away to the people in the camp, which kept them from being starved to death as they were being worked to death.
One day in Spring of '45, they can hear the guns of the Russian army off in the distance, and tensions in the camp are rising; the prisoners are hearing rumors that they’ll be liberated any day now.
A truck loaded with young teens and pre-teens comes into the camp, having made a wrong turn into the work camp instead of the extermination camp up the road. They start unloading the truck, the kids are milling around, the guards are yelling at the driver, and my grandfather sees one boy who looked a little bit older, a little bit more mature, and figures that he can take another risk, any day now, they’ll be rescued.
So he tells the boy to come with him.
The rest… got back on the truck and went off to their deaths.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a few days.
It was six weeks.
The Russians camped on the far side of the Vistula River and told the Polish partisans to fight against the Nazis, and that they would be given materiel and logistical support by the USSR army.
So the partisans did so and were duly slaughtered, because the Red Army didn’t lift a finger on Stalin’s direct order. Afterall, any partisans willing to fight the Nazis would also be willing to fight him.
Meanwhile, back in the camp, my grandfather and his friends are taking insane risks to hide the boy.
They held him up over empty shoes stitched to long pants at the roll calls so that he would look taller, they had to smuggle food for him… if they had been caught, the best outcome that they could have hoped for was a noose of piano wire.
Finally, one night, they’re locked in their barracks, the Nazis are retreating from the camp and attempting to use it for cover while the Soviets are finally advancing.
And, in the chaos that followed… my grandfather lost track of the boy.
He tells this story to my father when my father was 12. He does know what happened to the boy. Did he live, did he die? Did he find his family? He doesn’t know.
Six months later, my grandmother is planning my father’s bar mitzvah, not as a religious observance, but as a 200 foot tall flaming middle finger to the Third Reich that we are still here, and they are not.
She plugs into what my father calls the “Camp Network” for logistical support.
The trombonist in the band was on a death march with an uncle…
The florist was in a work camp with a second cousin…
And so forth.
Finally, she says, “I need a photographer. Who is good?”
“Oh, you want Joe Brown, up in Queens.”
So she calls him and he comes down to Coney Island to meet with her. So the first question when two survivors meet each other is “Where were you?” and Joe Brown responds, “Czestochowa”
“You were in Czestochowa? My husband Teddy was in Czestochowa!”
“I didn’t know a Teddy Baum.”
“When he gets home, you’ll see that you knew him.”
It’s funny, you live in the US for twenty years, you and your family forget that your name was not Teddy Baum but Tuvyas Bumps, and, when my grandfather came home from work, he got reminded of that fact, because, sitting at his kitchen table…
Was the boy that he had saved.
So, yeah.
I feel fully justified in judging not only my grandfather’s brother for allowing his sister-in-law and infant nephew to starve to death and for other crimes against his people and his family, but in judging the people who are selling out their brethren to the next fascist wannabe overlord.
Because I know that it is always a choice.
Whoever destroys a soul, it is considered as if he destroyed an entire world. And whoever saves a life, it is considered as if he saved an entire world.
Mishnah Sanhedrin 4:5; Yerushalmi Talmud 4:9, Babylonian Talmud Sanhedrin 37a
Thank you for sharing your grandfather’s story. It’s a tonic to Max’s attempts to excuse the bigots, fascists, right-wing opportunists and narcissistic clowns who currently lead the world’s anti-immigrant movements. I have to wonder where his sympathies would lie in regard to the St. Louis incident.
Never said anything about Jews, did he.
You have to be smart enough to understand what he means in his statements. The fact that Soros and the bunch through that money around for their own narrow interests is far more damaging. Like Obama and his bunch has been cramming down our throats for 8 years. The continuation of intergenerational transfer of intellectual poverty.
Same thing goes for the wall. It’s a virtual wall.
Ripsnort
Not every statement that has a negating word such as ‘no’ or ‘not’ is a 'negative in the sense of
Note that in the claim that @d_r for which @d_r is requesting citation, [quote=“Israel_B, post:146, topic:88859”]
[N]o actual uptick in violence against Jews has tracked with the campaign.
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there is no assertion of non-existence or exclusion. If there were, it could not be restated as:
The incidence of violence against Jews has gone down or stayed steady.
Beautiful!
Let me point out a difference: there is no specialty grocery for atheists nor a easy to find gathering place for atheist holidays, either of which makes a convenient target for your demographic.
I’d honestly suggest you spend some time to learn more about the differences between the two. I do understand the impulse to come to the conclusion you have stated here. However I find it a bit too much of a “just so” explanation. However to go below the surface on this would require a different thread.
Its not a question of “fear of Muslims” at all. I wasnt “afraid” of the two Muslim families I helped out with directions in the subway Monday evening, the Muslim coworkers I have now or have had in the past, etc. etc. etc.
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Dum dum dum the night
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Dum de dum dum plight
But you took all our lupins already…
Thank you for sharing your family’s story. I do not dare criticize those who were there and make such judgements, I just feel that it is not my personal place to presume to do so.
“he takes from the poor, and gives to the rich
stupid b**tch”
I’m afraid you may have missed the cultural reference in my post. The US television series, Robin Hood, used the opening of the William Tell overture as its theme tune.
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and I am afraid you missed the Swiss-bashing in my replay ; )
I remember that! Robin Hood on his horse, saving the villagers from the banditos with the aid of his trusty sidekick, Friar Tonto.
Apologies if there’s any confusion. Brain has fused.
You made a grown man cry.
Did I get the wrong one? Oh dear; my brain has fused too. That’s the trouble with popular culture; it all eventually fuses into a half remembered, tasteless mash like a Macdonalds bun (which I also ate, once, in around 1990…I can still remember how I vowed to starve rather than enter such a place again.)
¯_(ツ)_/¯
Right now, I’m having a little difficulty with reality, so there might well have been a Robin Hood show that used the Lone Ranger theme. 
Uhh… my apologies?
