The Perfect Holocaust Remembrance Day Gift
Osama bin Laden is dead. And like my father said after Timothy McVeigh was executed, “I’m not going to miss him.” The same goes for the American people and for many people around the world. We’re not going to miss him a bit.
But this gives me a newfound respect for President Obama. I know that foreign policy was his Achilles heel, and I didn’t think he had the kishkies to steer the CIA into this covert operation.
All we need now is Gaddafi’s kishkies and we will have a matching set. NATO may have missed this weekend and mowed down his son, Saif, and a few grandkids instead, but I am sure that the Libyan leader knows that his number is up in the Viagra spin of life.
There probably wouldn’t be any bin Ladens or Gaddafis or Muslim Brotherhoods of the world had we rooted out this problem when it first began. I always wondered why so many Nazis living in this country and in places like Wisconsin.
And at a keynote address in commemoration of Yom Hashoua, or Holocaust Remembrance Day, in Pan Pacific Park, I learned why. According to John Loftus, an attorney and nice Irish Catholic boy who has dedicated his life to bringing this shameful period of American history to light, it was the indifference of the State Department that brought them here and it was the indifference of the State Department that allowed them to stay.
I learned that there were and are a variety of Nazis. There was the German variety, the Ukrainian variety and the Belarus variety. And there was also the Arab variety. Because the British and the US State Department didn’t stop them even though they knew what they were about, they spun off to become Hamas, al Qaeda and the Muslim Brotherhood. And their outlooks of fascism and killing those who aren’t like them are identical to those of the original Nazis.
Elie Wiesel once said that there are three evils in this world, communism, fascism and indifference. And I won’t be indifferent.
As the niece, daughter and grandchild of Holocaust survivors, I promised myself that I would continue to go to these commemorations so long as I had breath in my body. Because if no one went, then others would think that it wasn’t very important to us. I told myself that if I am the only person stranding out there holding a sign in the rain, then I will be the only person standing out there holding a sign in the rain.
A former coworker who I hadn’t talked to in months called and without identifying himself said, “Turn on CNN.” I was too embarrassed to tell him that mine broke during one of the Bush presidencies and that I never bought another one.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because they think that bin Laden is dead.”
“Today was Holocaust Commemoration Day,” I said. “Did you go to Pan Pacific Park?”
“No, but bin Laden’s death would be the perfect gift.”
All I know is that the Lord works in strange and mysterious ways.