You have to be carefully taught. Being given a green light makes the situation worse.
What am i talking about? Racism. Nazism. Fascism. And, I know a bunch of you are going to switch sites now, because you hate being preached to. Because you want to keep onto your hate.
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Last night was the 7th day of Sukot- but it has a special name- Hoshana Raba. Kind of like a mini-Yom Kipur. During services, we destroy the willow branches that are part of the Lulav and Etrog (see the picture below) we’ve employed during this seven day festival. We either do this because it was part of the rain-bringing rituals that existed centuries ago- or to remind us of repentance. (The origin of the practice is simply not clear to us today.)
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Given the events of this past weekend in Charlottesville, I decided to break into my queue.
After all, I lived there for 13 years. And, one of my finest accomplishments there (other than the birth of my two daughters and a slew of great products) was bringing life to the 150 year old synagogue there. Jeff Poelvoorde and I spent months convincing folks to come to a traditional Saturday morning service. And, with time, a wonderful Jewish community- shared lives, families, food- developed. And, continues there still some 3 decades later.
Continue reading It continues!
So, I’ve already discussed our trip from Frankfurt to Krakow and then to Auschwitz. From there, we traveled to Prague.
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What are we to expect? We get up early, after reaching Krakow at nearly 1 AM. Not the time we expected, but with all the construction on the various arteries leading to the city from Frankfurt, less than surprising.
Continue reading Frankfurt to Auschwitz
I’m not sure about this trip.
First of all, it may mean that my blog posts are going to appear at random times over the next few days. Because I will be traveling to places that may not have the best internet service (or, at all!)- and there is a significant time shift. But, that’s only part of the reasons why I’m not sure about this trip.
Continue reading H-h-holocaust m-m-memories