May His Death Not Be In Vain

The senseless death of a seventeen year old young man is an ugly reminder that the road to civil rights and justice never ends. It is naive to believe that any of us is totally without bias. However, there is a wonderful future for those who struggle to free themselves of the ingrained cultural norms that keep us from each other. Skin color, language and cultural dispositions are important, but underneath all these variables is the constant unifier of our humanity. We all struggle and seek so many things in common and it is foolish to let the other variables minimize the opportunity to grow and learn. Every racial and cultural group has a reservoir of learning that can be shared and enjoyed. I mourn the death of any young man, but hopefully this latest tragedy may enable us to open our hearts and minds so that as Dr. King said,” we may judge a person by the quality of the character and not by the color of the skin.”

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Are There Any Do Overs?

In every life there are moments when we wish we could have back for another chance to behave differently, or make alternate choices. The consequences of behavior often linger in the recesses of our mind, and though we may temporarily dismiss them, they return. There is no magic wand that makes the past cease to exist but in many cases there are opportunities to change some part of the equation. We cannot control others but if the lingering wish to do it over stems from harm or pain that we have brought there is ever present the path to asking for forgiveness. This request does not come with a guarantee that the other will accept and let go of the pain, but it is an opportunity for you to grow as a person. Being right sometimes is less important than offering a healing opportunity to yourself and others. The words “I am sorry” can bring new peace to all involved.

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We All Touch The World Everyday

Significant change is usually identified with some notable world leader and rarely do we understand that human change is something that is in the sphere of each of us. Through the myriad activities of today there will be opportunities to touch our world and make the experience better for others. It may be as simple as drying the tears of a child, or a phone call to a friend or a gift to someone who is in financial difficulty. There will be moments that we certainly would not think of as earth shattering but in fact they are. Small acts of kindness often trigger reciprocal acts on the part of the receiver. When we make the world a little kinder and softer we may spawn similar activities In the hearts and minds of those whose lives we benefit. There is no one who does not have the potential or opportunity to alter the course of human history. The power of one is the geyser that can lead to making the world what we all desire.

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Imagination

Watching little children explore the world is a wonderful example of the value of imagination. Their universe is in constant exploration mode, and the things they see and explore are not bound by restrictions. They can color anything and not be confined to the realistic shades that will be taught as they progress. They can create fantasies that make them smile, and all of the fables and stories in the electronic media are real. They will not forever live in a world of fantasy because as time goes by some of the fantasies will go by the wayside. Responsibility will be part of their development and the progression of life will force many daily adjustments. The reality of the entire adult world will shape their feelings and much of this process is healthy. But in the process should they will be limited to the experiences of the adults whose job it is to guide them? I believe that to drain imagination from all learning is to minimize the human experience, and take the precious gift that has been one of the most wondrous diamonds of life. Learning is wonderful, but imagination widens the curve and brings to our minds and spirits opportunities that can take us to new horizons.

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The Search For Legacy

Every human being desires to be special and to have some lasting feeling that they make a difference. However, for many of us we spent an inordinate amount of time trying to be something that may be out of our reach. Weighted down with messages from the culture or a host of others, we often are in search of magic formulas that will transform us into a person that makes a difference. I am not stating here that growth and development should not be eternal in our lives, but sometimes what we are longing for is out of our reach. The desire to be taller or having this shape or more or less hair may not be the keys to our finding the niche we seek. What we desire may be right in front of our nose (and in my case that should be easy to see). The real legacy may be in the fact that we are truly one of a kind. No one in the world has ever had the individual perspective that you have, EVERYTHING about you is singular and in its’ purest form without comparison. The way you touch the world has never happened before. So the choice is really yours. Follow the dictates of the culture and try to be what you perceive others want you to be, or accept and love the legacy that is in your hands and heart. You are one of a kind, a singular experience that the world has never seen before. The minute you believe and breathe that into your spirit your legacy will live forever, because you will make everyone around you more special.

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Tiny Tim

In the bustle of buying coffee and a croissants people shuffled in and out of the corner bakery. Strangers bundled up on this blustery March day most seemed distant and preoccupied. In the midst of this silent group was a smiling four year old Timmy who greeted everyone with a smile and a loud hello.

Suddenly the passive line at the cashier’s station broke into warm responses and smiles. Timmy did not reserve his warm presence for any particular group. He cared little whether you were old or young, Jew or Christian, Atheist or Muslim. He was an equal opportunity giver and he made all of us feel a moment of joy because of his innocent exuberance. I thought to myself as I left the bakery how wonderful life could be if we could approach others as Timmy did this morning. At least for today, I will take the lesson that a four year old taught me and try to cheerfully touch the lives of those that cross my path.

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What About Women?

With all the hoopla surrounding Rush Limbaugh’s remarks about the young woman from Georgetown maybe there is a silver lining. It gives people like me an opportunity to weigh in on issues that affect both women and men.

First, I believe it is outrageous that men in isolation are making decisions about women’s health care. Do we not trust women enough to realize they know a lot more about their medical needs and issues than men? Do we not have a sense of injustice that even today men are paid more than women for the exact same work?

It is not about male bashing to be concerned with the implications for women in these issues; rather it is about equity, fairness and the development of a community that respects both women and men. There is nothing to lose in this commitment for equality, but there is a great deal of benefit for both genders.

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After Auschwitz

By Anne Sexton

Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each Nazi took,
at 8:00 A.M., a baby
and sautéed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.

And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.

Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower,
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man is a bird,
full of mud.
I say aloud.

And death looks on with a casual eye.

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Roosevelt _Where did he stand?

There has been constant controversy surrounding the response that the president took during the plight of the Jews in Europe. There are facts on both side of the equation, but it is clear that the president was one of the first to recognize that Hitler was a monster. It is also a fact that despite tremendous opposition from the left and right the United States welcomed more of the oppressed than all of the other countries combined.

There was a great deal of anti-Semitic sentiment in the State Department, and even in the Congress but Jewish officials like Rabbi Wise had access to the White House ,and at times the president was ridiculed because he was favorable to the Jews. The criticism that he did little to save the Jews stems from the observation that once America was involved in the war few resources went into providing safe haven for those trapped in Europe. The two most controversial topics are the fate of the Jewish passengers on the ocean liner St. Louis. Jewish passengers left Germany and were denied permission to land in Cuba. Many felt the President should have allowed them to find safe haven in America. Eventually they were forced to return to Germany where most of them perished.

The other source of criticism was the constant plea by American Jews for the president to order the rail lines toward Auschwitz to be bombed. The belief in the White House was that nothing could alter the war plan and the end of the war would save more Jews than scattered attempts to help them. As in the case of Pius XII there are confusing facts that make a clear definition impossible.

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Dr. Tina Strobos, Who Harbored Jews From the Nazis, Dies at 91

By JOSEPH BERGER

Dr. Tina Strobos, a fearless woman who hid more than 100 Jews in a gabled attic in Nazi-occupied Amsterdam just a few blocks from the hideout where Anne Frank was captured, died on Monday at her home in Rye, N.Y. She was 91. The cause was cancer, said her son Jur Strobos.

The ethos of rescuing the imperiled was something Dr. Strobos absorbed from her parents — socialist atheists who took in Belgian refugees during World War I and hid German and Austrian refugees before World War II. Her actions as a young medical student were recognized as extraordinary by Holocaust organizations like Yad Vashem, which listed her with other rescuers as one of the Righteous Among the Nations.

During the German occupation of the Netherlands, between 1940 and 1945, Dr. Strobos and her mother, Marie Schotte, set up a sanctuary in their three-story rooming house at 282 Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal, behind the Royal Palace in the heart of Amsterdam. With the help of the Dutch resistance, they had a secret compartment built to hold up to four people behind a hard-to-spot door in the attic.

“A carpenter came with a toolbox and said, ‘I’m a carpenter from the underground,’ ” Dr. Strobos recalled in a 2009 interview with The New York Times. “ ‘Show me the house and I’ll build a hiding place.’ ”

A changing cast of Jews, Communists and other endangered individuals spent days or weeks on the upper floors, and if the Gestapo visited, an alarm bell on the second floor allowed Dr. Strobos and her mother to alert the fugitives. They also drilled them in clambering out a window to the roof to reach the relative safety of an adjoining school. Most Jews stayed in the hideout for brief periods until the Dutch resistance could find more reliable sanctuaries.

“We never hid more than four or five at a time,” Dr. Strobos said. “We didn’t have enough food.”

The Gestapo searched the rooming house several times. But Dr. Strobos, a tall, soft-spoken woman, beguiled the Germans with her fluency in their language and her cool, ingenuous pose. Among the Jews she helped hide was a close friend, Tirtsah Van Amerongen; an Orthodox couple with five children who brought their own kosher food; and her fiancé for a time, the particle physicist Abraham Pais.

Dr. Strobos rode her bicycle for miles outside the city to carry ration stamps to Jews hiding on farms. She transported radios to resistance fighters and stashed their guns. She created fake identity cards — ones that were not stamped with a J — either by stealing photographs and fingerprinted documents from legitimate guests at the boarding house or making deals with pickpockets to swipe documents from railway travelers.

She was cold and hungry when she took those risks and was interrogated nine times by the Gestapo. Once, she was left unconscious after an official threw her against a wall.

“It’s the right thing to do,” she said when asked why she had taken such gambles. “Your conscience tells you to do it. I believe in heroism, and when you’re young you want to do dangerous things.”

Donna Cohen, executive director of the Holocaust and Human Rights Education Center in White Plains, said that Dr. Strobos found ways to help the beleaguered throughout her life.

She worked as a family psychiatrist, specializing in the mentally impaired, Ms. Cohen said, and used her modest fame to speak out against the torture of terrorists. After Hurricane Katrina, when she was in her 80s, she worked diligently, though unsuccessfully, to find homes for displaced Southerners at her senior-citizens residence in Rye.

Dr. Strobos was born Tineke Buchter in Amsterdam on May 19, 1920, the daughter of Ms. Schotte and Alphonse Buchter, who later divorced. While Dr. Strobos was studying medicine, her school was closed by the Nazis after she and other students refused to sign a loyalty oath. But she continued to study her medical books while working for the underground.

“You have to be a little bit selfish and look after yourself; otherwise you just die inside, you burn out,” she said.

Dr. Strobos finished her medical degree after the war and studied psychiatry with Anna Freud in London. In the early 1950s, she and her first husband, Robert Strobos, a neurologist, traveled to New York, where she completed her residency in psychiatry and neurology at Westchester Medical Center in Valhalla. They divorced in 1964. In 1967 she married Walter Chudson, an economist, who died in 2002.

Besides her son Jur, she is survived by another son, Semon; a daughter, Carolyn Strobos; two stepchildren, Lucy Chudson and Paul Chudson; seven grandchildren, and two step-grandchildren.

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