If this were the age of Orwell’s “1984”, I’d already be dead. The above headline to this writing would be enough evidence that I am living outside of the world of those worth living…..my days would be numbered…..as they would have been twenty years ago….forty years ago as well as today. I DARED TO UTTER A REMARK, no matter how true, UNFAVORABLE TO AMERICA’S LEFT WING JEWISH ENTERPRISE.
I was raised in a very modest section of once very Jewish Highland Park in St. Paul over eighty years ago. My schooling, K through 8th grade and on through high school, the stream to which I was channeled, was based on learning knowledge. It was in this milieu of human animals of similar age as I, that became so profoundly interested in seeking answers to the mysteries of Life and the World around me.
Like my parents, I liked people, and I loved being alone where I could think, live, and explore as I liked. I’ve discovered now in my 80s, that I have never changed for that is what I was taught in school to do.
I couldn’t read, however. Dyslexia hadn’t been invented then. Memory, the visual kind united with my natural male sense of curiosity, allowed me to join, remain, and occasionally star among the intellectually gifted or driven.
My dad was a North Dakota farm boy. My Mother graduated school at age 13, from eighth grade to conquer her world starting as a cashier at Friedman’s Super Market in downtown St. Paul in the 1920s. They met competing in ball room dancing in the mid 1920s. They adored each other, so I was lucky on this account.
Roman Catholics ruled our neighborhood. I was raised Lutheran…my Mother’s choice of church….It was a more strict synod, but driven to be modern in teaching and preaching. The only minority in the neighborhood was Jewish….During the war there were only two families of twenty four on our street who were Jewish.
Although they were always invited to our major neighborhood gatherings, one in Spring, the other in Autumn, they never participated….and one family never bothered to speak to anyone even those living next door.
I began kindergarten at Horace Mann School in 1939 a couple years after it had been built. It was located toward a wealthier, much wealthier neighborhood than mine. Pistners, Goldbergs, Greenbergs, Bernsteins and such lived there….They attended Hebrew School every Tuesday afternoon, cutting regular school hours a bit those days.
These were war years. It was then I learned nationalities based on names, given or family. I learned Luigi wasn’t Norwegian, and Johnson was not Jewish. I also learned my geography very well. I was born curious regarding these matters.
I am not fond of Michael Medved boasting about himself as a major reason for his radio show. Years ago I guessed he was Jewish. He follows the Dennis Prager show five days a week here in the Twin Cities. Until two years ago, I tolerated his braggings about how clever his behavior and thinking were. He’s shallow even as he sells ideas. He claims to be a conservative, but sells himself instead as his cause on radio.
Today’s Medved performance was selling Professor at American University, Allan Lichtman….both Allan and Lichtman are usually Jewish names when put together, my life’s experience has taught me. Michael was interviewing Lichtman, selling Professor Lichtman’s book, ‘THE CASE FOR IMPEACHMENT’…..referring to an inevitable, perhaps even immediate impeachment of the 45th American President…..via the “Russian” affair.
Mr. Medved has never liked Our Donald.
Throughout my lifetime, about 70% of the American Jewish population is leftist, including for years a large number active in the American Communist Party movement….anything anti-Christian, the farther the better. Achievement in school was almost universally a requirement. At Horace Mann I remember being shocked when in fifth grade I saw cheating during school tests. Even girls! They were all Jewish. Achievement…. success was vital, in this community, I learned from observation…..and through friendships among the more conservative Jews of those days, the ones who were so much more like Dennis Prager.
In my family school grades were incidental. It was behavior in the presence of God that mattered. We were, after all, Christians, where behavior was far more valued than making money or a name for ones self.
Telling, selling untruths was, is, evil….Michael Medved!
Status in life was not important. Status within God and family were……I was told by the Christian fellowship of that day!
I was born curious. I had amassed over 700 quarter credits of college undergraduate and graduate learnings in my lifetime…..Anthropology, Astronomy, Biochemistry, Geomorphology, Russian, Finnish, Chinese, German, Soil Chemistry, American History, History of the Soviet Union, for starters. One could in those days at $75 or so PER QUARTER.
I also learned that where Jews lived in Christian Europe over the past thousand years or so, they were usually not allowed to own land. Christians in many areas were not allowed to loan money. I also had to read, to learn Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice for its message and incredible beauty of words and the story of Shylock demanding his pound of flesh.
I also had to learn things Beethoven, Verdi, and Puccini……
I am religiously supposed to forgive these pretender Michael Medveds of our world. I’ll keep trying. I know he has some qualities. Perhaps if I last through my 87th birthday I shall. In the mean time, in between time, I have my gifted, blessed American, Dennis Prager to listen to, who has but once let me down…. when he failed to invite the Republican Presidential Candidate, Donald Trump, to his radio show during the 2016 Campaign.