Today marks the 83rd anniversary of Kristallnacht, the “night of broken glass,” so named for the myriad shards of glass littering the streets of Germany after a riot that saw the destruction of Jewish shops, buildings, and synagogues in 1938.
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. The opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.” - Elie Wiesel
As a Jew, I’ve heard a lot of this jazz. All in good fun, right? When I was a kid, I walked into a novelty store with my dad, an Orthodox Jew who, as an army officer, had liberated a concentration camp in 1944.
When all is said and done, and when the ink has dried and the contest is at an end, in the game of baseball, as well as in the game of life, the only question that really matters is, “Can you play the game?”
It is a sick mind that must contort itself to see roaches, instead of men, women and children, as the Hutus viewed the Tutsis in the Rwanda genocide of 1994. 800,000 minority Tutsis were slaughtered in a three-month period.
My family fled anti-Semitism in the Ukraine about 100 years ago. Jews coming to America at that time were often fleeing the pogroms. Basically, if you were headed to Ellis Island, it was likely someone back home wanted you and your family dead.