SORRY. MY BAD.

  Went to bed pretty late last night. Overslept this morning, had to rush out for an early morning appointment and did not have the time, not a free minute, to sit down and write something. It may sound odd, but I am in a different time zone for many of my readers, and for me, this is just about midday with about six other things that I have to do this afternoon.

Hence, here we are, with not a lack of anything to write, but rather a lack of time to write it. It is a time of confusion. It is the time of not being sure where my next step, our next steps, are to be nor how to unravel all the issues and rewind the yarn into a far more esthetic appearance.

There is an article I would like to discuss with everyone, for it hit home. All the while I was growing up, on the occasions where and when I would meet someone of German or Eastern European origin, of proper age to have been a supporter of Hitler, a soldier in the army, a member of the Einzatsgruppen, a guard at a concentration camp, a soldier who pushed the Jews into the cattle cars, whatever guilt was belonging to them, whatever. It always passed through my mind: And where were you? Where were your father and your brother? And for that matter, where were your mother and your sister? Even were these people cordial at the time of meeting, always present was the thought - and what did you do then? What did you think then? And what do you think now?

This article, though many years after that, brought up the same feeling. It is the mindset of a young, bright college student who now walks in the same neighborhood she walked before, greeted by the same people who greeted her before. Yet within her is a trill of terror, of insecurity. Why? These are the people who voted in the most recent election for mayor of New York City. How did they vote? Why did they vote that way? What were they thinking? Or were they not thinking Do they wave the hand at me? Even as within their mind they are cursing me. Do they give me a smile? When inward they are gritting their teeth and saying, you will get yours soon enough?

How is one to live life that way? How are the Jews of Brooklyn, of Queens, of NYC, of New Jersey, Chicago, Michigan, to feel safe? How can we   walk steady, secure, sure of a continued home not only in the United States but in the myriad nations of the world. It seems as if every nation has turned its back on us. Worse than that, for they are bold enough, these haters, to look us in the face, though they hide their faces with masks and yell at us. How we deserve death, how we deserve to be expelled from the surface of this earth, and how they attribute all the old memes of blood libel, of control, of greed, of criminality, whatever negative one can think of and spew it forth at us.

We are accused of doing dastardly, massively criminal things. We are accused of shoving babies into ovens alive. We are accused of raping women. We are accused of genocide. We, the people who suffered with these actions perpetrated upon us. It was our babies who were beheaded. Who were shoved into ovens. It was our grandparents who were slaughtered or held hostage. It was our brothers who were taken away from us, held in dank dungeons, tortured, starved, beaten. We, who have suffered this, we whose brave women have spoken of their rape, of the rape they witnessed, of the rape we witnessed as girls went by with bloody pants! We are now told by the UN that there is no real proof of rape, and never mind their own original report, which, even though it whitewashed so much, did admit to that obscenity.

No, there is much to write about, but I have to run again. So, tomorrow, same time, same station. Wish I could promise better news but maybe there will be a miracle between now and then.