With love being the theme of the coming days, Holland’s Heroes explores the question that has challenged and perplexed so many throughout the ages. The question is, what is love? I’ll give my perspective as I draw the connection to the great love story that IS the book “Jew Face”.
How Saving a World Leads to Great Things
We never know how things will end up in life, but we do know that saving one person saves an entire world. As I write this, I know I am part of the world that was saved when my parents made it through the Holocaust and started building a world in 1945. Many wonderful things have come as a result of the world made from my parent’s survival. It all began with the birth of my oldest brother Marcel as seen in this picture with my mother Sipora Groen soon after his birth. Marcel is now the subject of well deserved accolades in Pennsylvania politics which I am linking with pride to this post. Life is funny like that. We never do know how things will end up years later. Well done Marcel!
How Do We Remember?
As we remember the 6 million Jews murdered by Hitler’s Nazi Germany, we are presented with many important questions. What is the best way to actually remember? What can we do to make sure this never happens again? What is our obligation as fellow Jews and human beings?
In some ways all these questions and more are answered by addressing the last question. I start with an additional question that will likely cause extreme emotion in many reading this, but in my opinion it is a legitimate and fair one. The question is this: How much do we truly care? Do we care on the high-profile days when the world and our friends are watching, or do we care whenever presented with an issue or event that draws comparison or alarm? Do we do anything that goes beyond the things that make us look like we care? Do we cower in fear when presented with opposition? I am putting these questions out into thin air, not directing them at any specific people or group. Only we know the true answer in our hearts.
Do we care when anti-Semitism rears its ugly head or do we shrug it off and say, “There is nothing I can really do about the crazies out there anyway.” Do we make excuses for those who hate us or just hope others solve the problems for us? Do we trust our leaders to do the right thing? Do we support our leaders enough not to stand in their way of protecting us? Maybe most importantly, do we stand united against those who want to make hate a way of life or do we fight amongst ourselves feeding into their very plan? These important questions are only some of the questions I have for the good people out there.
For those who don’t take issue with the murder of 6 million Jews I ask you one basic question. How do you look at yourself in the mirror? How do you justify your very existence on a planet of human beings all born with the same right to live? Do you do it so-called in the name of religion? Do you have the gall to declare that God somehow justifies your viewpoint? Or are you so wrapped up in your own world that you don’t see how any other world even matters, even to the point where their existence holds no meaning?
Sadly, today, on International Holocaust Remembrance Day, these questions and many more need to be asked. The world we live in today shows signs of being no better than it was 68 years ago when Hitler’s Nazi Germany was defeated. Only the names and places have changed. People still kill others just because of what they are, leaders threaten to wipe out millions, and anti-Semitism is alive and well. So today I hope that we ask ourselves all the questions that need to be asked, but maybe even more importantly ask others these questions, for although the true answers may be disturbing, hiding our heads in the sand will only increase the chances that history repeats itself.
HOW TO BUY THE BOOK JEW FACE: A story of Love and Heroism in Nazi-Occupied Holland
I know Manti Teo’s girlfriend
Many who know me will immediately understand why I felt compelled to weigh in on the Manti Te’o story, but for those who do not know me as well, it will require me to share something more personal about myself as a basis for the credibility of what I am writing.
Make no mistake. This story is not so much about Te’o as it is about the internet and internet relationships. A few years back I considered writing a book about my internet experiences but thought better of it when I realized that there were some very good, real people whose lives would be unfairly exposed. In 1996 when my marriage ended, my internet world became an important part of my personal life. The second woman I dated after my marriage was someone I met in an AOL chat room. Since that time I went on to have 3, in person meaningful relationships with women I met on the internet. Two out of the three were long distance since, as we know, the internet transcends all time and space. I have since sworn off long distance relationships but will still entertain any realistic scenarios from someone I meet on the internet, as long as I can enjoy the woman’s company without having to take a plane or an overnight bus trip. What’s important to know about these relationships, is that they are only the ones involving women I actually met in person. In 16 ½ years since my marriage ended, there have also been women I have become very close to just through online chatting. Pictures got sent, stories got told, and questions popped up. Some questions were answered, but many were not. Long gone are the days that the only thing you had to worry about was whether or not the person on the other end was truly the female she claimed to be or unmarried as she so genuinely proclaimed. We live in a world where even lies become more sophisticated. Now you have to be weary of elaborate scams designed to either take money out of your pocket or damage your image or standing in whatever community you live in.
I personally never was victim to anything very devious or harmful as a result of deceit online. I had my techniques and methods to determine that things were as I thought they were, consisting of phone calls and revelation of personal information. Everyone I ever met was at least some semblance of what they claimed to be, and in 2 cases, women I had gotten close to revealed a hidden truth when the time drew close to an in-person meeting. Even in those cases they were still nice women who were just different than they had claimed to be physically. So I can honestly say that I never got fooled as Manti Te’o did.
However, in 1996, when my marriage ended, I was a 34 year old man with some harsh life experiences behind me and not a high-profile person on the verge of making millions of dollars. Manti Te’o is experiencing this as a 21 year old, college football superstar months away from an NFL draft that can earn him more money than most people ever see in a lifetime. He was the captain of a Notre Dame Football team that played for the National Championship. Needless to say he was always a potential target. Do I think he lied about some of what happened? I would not be surprised if he has, but I don’t believe his motivation would be causing anyone harm or self-promotion. If anything it would be embarrassment. I won’t even say whether or not I was smart or lucky for never being fooled on any major level, but I know enough people who have been fooled for me to say that in some ways I know Manti Teo’s girlfriend. She’s that image put forth by people who are either so devious, so angry, or so sad that they create a fake persona for a sociopathic personal gain.
So what to do about Manti Te’o? For me the answer is simple. Leave him alone. He did not kill anyone, he did not rape anyone, and he did not run a drug ring or physically assault anyone. What did he do? He sent flowers to a funeral that never took place for a woman who never existed. At worst he is guilty of stupidity. Unless someone reading this has never been guilty of the same, my feeling is that we should just learn from this, move on, let the guy play football, and move on to stories that really matter.
Being able to follow the progress of my blog, I have noticed this post has been getting a lot of attention. What is fascinating is that the interest in the post validates the point I am making. We are still a society that for the most part is in search of good.
It’s often been said that good can be found even at the worst of times. Although the events of yesterday are horrific beyond comprehension, I would like to use this post to speak of hope and offer a reason why we should be encouraged as a people and as a nation. On what do I base this statement? Simply put, we still care.
The shooting in Newtown, Ct. that took 26 lives, 20 of them children, caused public grief on a level I have not seen since September 11, 2001. These are two very different tragedies and I am by no means attempting to compare them, but just as it felt that everyone shared a common sadness then, it feels as though we all share a common sadness now. With incidents such as these seemingly increasing, you start to wonder whether or not as a society we will become desensitized…
View original post 169 more words
UnGodly Images
When the Bible speaks of the creation of man, the words that are used are that “man was created in the image of God”. Generally the term is understood as meaning that man was created as a being that would live to some extent in what we perceive as a Godly fashion. As someone who believes in God and believes that man was created by God, I often struggle with this concept. If man was indeed created in the image of God, something has clearly gone terribly wrong since the first man was created.
I was inspired to write this post by the recent rape and murder of the woman in India. The woman was gang raped on a bus, her body abused and injured in the most awful ways imaginable. She survived initially only to later die from her horrific injuries. The things done to her were so heinous and barbaric that you would think these actions were done to her by animals instead of people.
But the quandary is that this was done to her by people. My initial reaction was to ask, what have we become? Then I stopped and thought about man’s actions throughout history and the cruel behavior of people from so many different places towards their fellow-man and realized we’re not in the midst of a new evolution of human cruelty at all. We just have the means to find out when it happens. I mean no disrespect to all the other victims of cruelty throughout the world when I say how this one event made me reassess the “image of God” concept. I just was struck by not only the brutality of this one crime, but the joint brutality of it. Were all these men who committed the same sever acts of violence and cruelty created in God’s image? I certainly find it hard to believe that the answer to that question would be yes.
This issue goes beyond the question of man’s creation in God’s image. Instead it goes to the very question of God’s existence. The mere question will offend some while other’s will nod their heads in agreement. We’ve all seen people question God for reasons far less impactful than the plight of the woman in India and in some cases we’ve done it ourselves. Human nature tends to question God when things are wrong more than feel more secure about God when things are right. We’ve all heard the idea that some believe when things go wrong, God did it, while when things go right, they did it. So there is no question that when it comes to belief in God it always comes down to faith, because as many things that we can find to prove God exists, so too we can find reasons to question it. This is a fundamental issue that everyone needs to determine for themselves, but assuming they come to conclusion that there is a God there is still no answer to the original question of how is it God’s image what we see in this world today and in days past?
I do not believe that the word image is referring to anything physical, being that my belief system does not buy into the concept of God ever taking the physical shape of a man. I do however look at the term “image” conceptually as being like a picture. A picture is a reproduction of something that takes on the appearance of something while being unable to do anything that goes beyond the initial appearance. For example, a photograph of a loved one who has passed on can be a perfect likeness, but the person is not actually there. Only their likeness is. They can not speak to us from the picture. They can not hug us or kiss us. They can guide us, but only in regard to the feelings they cause. But regardless, we see the picture as we want it to be. It is our choice how we interpret the image. It is my personal conclusion, and the conclusion of many others, that when a man or a woman commits an act of kindness, generosity, or love, they are truly mirroring what God is in their eyes. When man creates an act of evil, he is either motivated by ignorance or indifference towards God. The ignorance is very simply a lack of knowledge of right and wrong, while the indifference happens when committing acts of evil with no concern of consequences either from man or God. Does man act as an image of God? Too often not. Is man created with the ability to? Yes. Will the human race ever reach that level and how do we even attempt that? I don’t know the answer to that. But the mere thought of the possibility may be what gives people hope in what is often a harsh and unpleasant world.
Happy Birthday to a Woman of Valor and My Mother
Since my first post in Holland’s Heroes, my writings have included articles about the Holocaust, information about Dutch Jewry leading up to and during the time of Nazi occupation, essays of current events, videos, and tributes to special people, either living or passed on. Till now my most important, meaningful, and emotional tribute was remembering my father on the anniversary of his passing in June. What I write today holds a special meaning unlike any I have written till now, for it is about someone incredibly special, inspirational to so many, and thankfully still strong enough and healthy enough to be able to hopefully appreciate and enjoy what I am writing in her honor. The tribute is to my mother, Sipora Groen, on her 91st birthday, today January 1, 2013.
To begin, making it to 91 with a strong and healthy body coupled with a mind sharper than many half the age, is in itself a remarkable accomplishment. I learned many years ago that although it takes God’s blessing to live a long life, it is still to be seen as an accomplishment in and of itself. The responsibilities of life, the heartbreak, the illness, and life’s various struggles, all take a toll on an individual as they reach this more advanced age.
Now let’s look at this particular individual, my mother, Sipora Groen. Born on January 1, 1922, she lost her mother when she was a young child of 13. She took care of her younger brother and held responsibilities around the house most women are not given till they are at least 5 years older. When the war broke out she was engaged to be married and studying to be a nurse. Little did she know her life would be turned upside down and go a different direction than she had ever dreamed. The Nazi destruction of the Dutch Jewish community would claim the life of her father, her brother, her fiancé, and numerous friends and family. It would also thrust her together with my father, Nardus Groen, who fell in love with her and took it on himself to do whatever possible to see her safely through these horrible times. His bravery and resourcefulness would be part of what would save her life, but equally if not more important, her inherent strength and incredible courage over the 5 years of occupation, allowed her to live on and build a life together with the man who had fallen deeply in love with her, and she had learned to love and appreciate in the hardest of times.
I have often said that my father saved my mother’s life during the war, and that my mother saved my father’s life every day after the war. Strength is impossible to measure, but it is possible to recognize different types of strength. What makes my mother’s strength so remarkable is that it is natural. So many of us access our most inner soul at the hardest of times and utilize whatever strength we are fortunate enough to find. We need to be strong and we try to be strong, sometimes with greater success than others. My mother is strong every day of her life. It is what allowed her to not only survive the war, but to do so with her sanity. It is what allowed her to be the matriarch and cornerstone of a new family now almost 30 strong, and it is what makes it possible for her to read this post, or as is my hope, have it read to her on her birthday.
If it is even the slightest bit of a mystery to someone reading this how much I love and respect my mother, you have not read the book “Jew Face”. My feelings for both my parents are extremely obvious in my writing, and for this I make no apology. Instead I say today, on my mother’s 91st birthday, thank you Mom for being an inspiration, a pleasure to have around, a friend, a grandmother, a great-grandmother, but most of all for me, a wonderful mother. I write this knowing that what I say is a sentiment I gladly share with everyone else who calls her Mom, and hope to be able to say this till she reaches the age of 120.
And for those on Facebook and any other social media reading this, I ask you to give my mother a special birthday gift by posting this article on your timeline so that the people you call friends are aware of this remarkable woman and have the opportunity, if they so wish, to learn about her remarkable life as I portrayed it in “Jew Face”.
Happy Birthday Mom. I love you.
A New Years Blessing
At the end of each year it’s common for people to look back at the year that passed, sometimes with joy, sometimes with sadness, and almost always with a degree of nostalgia. We have seen new life begin, we have seen life end. We have loved, we have lost, we have either been ill or seen illness to those close to us or close or to people we care about, we have earned and spent, believed and doubted, laughed and cried. Maybe one or more of our dreams have come true or maybe one or more of our dreams have been replaced with new dreams or no dreams at all. We have felt positive and we have felt negative. We have given joy and we have hurt people. We have found our belief in God strengthened or weakened, but hopefully never destroyed. We have created or enjoyed a creation which we have enjoyed and complimented, or not enjoyed and criticized. We have been outspoken and we have been silent, and we have shouted and whispered.
Chances are that when we look back at those generalities we can almost say that this year was like every other and will be like all the others we are blessed to still have ahead of us. What may have changed is our perspective and specific experiences or accomplishments. It is my hope and prayer that all of you have a perspective that allows your life to be a little more fulfilled than last year and not as fulfilled as this new one that is about to begin. May you be blessed with wisdom and understanding in the coming year so that every day is an opportunity for happiness and accomplishment.
To all of you who have taken the time to read what I write on here, buy the book “Jew Face” or both, I thank you for letting me into your lives and hopefully making some positive impact on your lives and your perspectives. Wishing you all a Happy and Healthy 2013.
A Day of Funny Mishaps, Good Company and Chocolate Wine
The purpose of Holland’s Heroes is primarily to promote the book “Jew Face”. As many of you already know, I often use this forum to discuss matters of the day and personal views or philosophies. In this particular post however, I will be doing none of the above. Instead this is me keeping a promise and sharing the events of what was a fun day filled with a series of minor incidents and mishaps, none of which would spoil the festivities.
As I do not use this forum to discuss my personal life in any detail, and since I believe in honoring and respecting the privacy of others, I will be somewhat vague in regard to the people involved when telling my story of December 25, 2012.
The plan was for me to be at the home of a special friend (the use of the world special here is all any of you nosey ones will get) in Queens by 4:30 so that we could travel from there shortly after 5 to her mother’s friend who had invited all of us to enjoy the Christmas festivities. The woman we were visiting, a very friendly woman I had met just a few days earlier, was kind enough to invite me to her home and enjoy excellent company, food, and drinks. I must say, as someone who is a lightweight, it feels like I’ve already had more alcohol between Thanksgiving and today, as I write this the date is December 27, than I had the previous almost 11 months of the year. And that is before I even celebrate New Years and my birthday which will fall this year the day after New Years. If you are scratching your head you passed the “is the reader paying attention?” test since New Years is on January 1 every year and my birthday falls the day after New Years every year on January 2. Anyway, I arrived near my friend’s home, got off the bus, ran across the street, tripped over the island, stumbled, regained my balance and made it to the other side just ahead of the oncoming traffic. Incredibly lucky to be alive (the drama is just for effect, it wasn’t THAT close), I made it to my friend’s house and waited with the 2 lovely ladies for the car service that was to take us to the party.
When the car arrived we put 3 large bags in the trunk of the car. Being the man in the group, I decided it would be appropriate and mildly macho to carry 2 of the 3 bags, so when we arrived at our destination I went to take out the same 2 bags. As I pulled away from the trunk I saw something in the trunk that might have fallen from one of the bags. I moved forward to double check the trunk exactly at the same time that my friend, someone who I thought actually cared about me, pulled the hood of the trunk closed on top of my head. The assassination attempt was not successful however and I still live to tell the story, even though I had to wait 2 days till my memory returned and the headaches subsided (more nonsense since 5 minutes after it happened I felt perfectly fine).
The house was filled with Christmas decorations. And when I say filled, I mean it did not matter which way you turned your head. Lights, ornaments, statues were everywhere. The only problem is that since most houses are not equipped to use as much lighting as the Empire State Building, within 10 minutes of being there different fuses took turns turning off. Of course the upstairs fuse went off just as we were walking up the stairs to drop off the coats, but despite my wobbly condition I made it up and down safely. I did manage to knock down some decorations on the staircase, with the help of my friend’s mother, but it was dark so I honestly have no idea what it was we knocked down anyway, which means it is almost like it never happened. Shhhh. Honorable mention goes out to my flashlight app on my smart phone.
The food was delicious, the wine was good and getting better by the glass, and little by little more people made it to the party. I had Chocolate Wine, which, I am proud and happy to say came from Holland since it was quite good. If it sucked I never would have written about it and certainly not shown a picture of it.
The food was heated on sternums, so when it was time to clean up there was one large aluminum pan that I helped the hostess carry to the kitchen. Only half of the water in the pan made it to the sink, the other half ending up on my arms and on the legs of the hostess. At least this wasn’t life threatening, even though I was fearful of drowning at one point (more nonsense).
I discussed fantasy football with the hostess’s son, much to the dismay of my friend, and then proceeded to watch his young daughter open approximately 250 presents (another exaggeration), but she was a cute little girl so everyone enjoyed watching her having such a nice time. Plus I got a scarf from the hostess so I was happy too.
The cab came to pick us up, I was not attacked this time, and we all made it home safely albeit it a little ill from the constant stop and go of the car. The only explanation I can come up with is that the driver was practicing for when he does drive in traffic, because there was none on this night and he still managed to drive like he was on the Van Wyck Expressway North at 5PM on a weekday. On a personal note, I had a great time and thank all those responsible for making it a fun time for everyone.
A Modern Day American Nazi
Why is the book “Jew Face” important? Why is this website important? This is why. If I had not heard it with my own ears I would not have believed it.
Holland's Heroes 