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America, the Beautiful

America, the beautiful. Or is it America, the beautiful? I think it’s probably both. Certainly this country is not perfect. Certainly, I would live no where else. And I’m eternally grateful to my grandparents who had the courage to flee Russia and Lithuania. As they sailed into New York harbor, they felt the protecting shelter of the Statue of Liberty and the benediction of Emma Lazarus’ words: “Give me your tired, your poor, / Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”.


Their way was not easy when they hit these shores. Instead of the streets of gold they’d heard about, they found only poverty, hardship and prejudice. But they weren’t afraid they’d be killed outright as they had in Europe. With hard work and perseverance, they could build a successful life. And they did.


Fast forward a hundred years and their granddaughter has been lucky enough to go to Washington D.C. three times in the last ten months. Who’d ah thought? I’ve toured the Capitol Building twice and the White House once. I’ve toured the monuments all three times. I’m now a junkie!


The city is built on a grand scale that we don’t see much of in our united states. Statues and magnificent buildings are interspersed with green parkways. It’s beautiful, truly.



This last trip I was at an ADL convention. The Anti-Defamation League was originally founded in 1915 to protect Jewish people from Antisemitism. It has grown and broadened its goal to protect all human and civil rights. I feel safer at night to know the ADL exists. I was impressed by the dedication of the young people attending, and inspired to action, myself.

Our hotel was only a ten minute stroll from the White House and I walked to it a couple of times. Tourists from around the world flock there. It’s impressive both because of its architecture and its significance.  My four-year-old granddaughter walked there with her babysitter. My daughter and grandson walked there to see it at night.

We were home only two days when I heard about the shooting at a White House check point. It sent shivers down my spine. What if one of my family had been there then?



“Did you hear about the shooting at the White House?” I said as I walked into the dentist’s office.

“I hope they shot Obama,” a pleasant looking woman said.

I was taken aback. “Too unkind,” I said. “He’s our President.” Where’s the respect? I thought. There should be some respect for our President, if nothing else. Just plain old human decency.

The woman gave me a dirty look and turned her back on me. I sat down across the waiting room, not looking at her either.

Where has all the civility gone? I wondered. Long time passing.

Will it take another 911 to get out the “United We Stand” posters, and to bring back the realization that we’re all Americans, all part of the same family? Disagree, fine. Disparage, okay. But to wish someone’s injury or death? That’s too ugly of an American for me.








The Only Way to Heal is to DO SOMETHING!!!

I got an email from David Axelrod this evening, which I thought was very nice. He addressed me as Cindy so I assume we’re kind of chummy. He seems like a good guy so I decided to write him back:

Dear David Axelrod,

I was so proud of the way our President interacted with the bereaved of Newtown. (I want to say my President, but that would be petty politics and it’s more important that we are united as Americans because of this tragedy.) Our president was the consoling leader we all needed to hear. He spoke as a leader, but also as a father and a human. His sincerity reached my heart.
The killer certainly was bi-partisan in his actions. He didn’t stop to ask each child, “Are you a Republican? Are you a Democrat?” No, he didn’t discriminate at all. He killed innocent adults,  and he killed children who were so young that their smiles were filled with missing teeth. They will never grow up to have them.
The sense of loss lingers over all of us.
Now, I hope we can create change. Having 9 guns in a household, seems excessive. Having automatic weapons seems overkill–truly. It’s not only gun control. As the sibling of a mentally ill man, there were times we feared for our lives, and could not legally get him hospitalized. He was out there, on the streets, a walking time bomb. We were helpless and we were afraid–sometimes for our lives; sometimes for strangers’. And what about the increasing violence in video games and movies? Death becomes a game, and the winner is the one with the most kills. Or the heroines or heroes in movies take lives indiscriminately. There is no moral questions asked. Does these breed a killer society?

Can we make change, sir?
I hope so.

And I wish you a happy holiday, as well.