Freeman's Follies
I'd been having a bad day until I learned that Charles Freeman withdrew his nomination for Chairman of the National Intelligence Commission. Then, the clouds parted, and it became a wonderful, glorious one.
I hate political correctness because it makes people lie, and I hate lies. I'd be lying if I said that I questioned his beliefs and politics for one influential positions in our country, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have the safety of Jews the world over in mind.
As the daughter of a man who survived the Holocaust and the granddaughter and great-granddaughter of those who survived the Russian pogroms, their history is encoded in my DNA and I can escape it no more than I can escape the shape of my hands, my height or my eye-color. Most ethnics work this way, and they'd be lying if they said they didn't.
So to Charles Freeman, I say this: It's been real and shalom, hasta la vista, see you around and l'hit ra'ot.
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