Wednesday, July 17, 2024


But it’s weird to be a Jew in Prague. While there is a remnant of Jews still living there, you can't help but be struck by the museum-like nature of the Jewish presence in the city.

You should read this Substack article by Russ Roberts on his recent trip to Prague.

Jewish life may not be vibrant but tourism for Jews and about Jews is quite healthy. The Jewish part of town is thronged with visitors eager to see those old synagogues, the Holocaust memorial, and the Jewish cemetery.

And yes, some Jews still live in Europe 80 years after the Holocaust. But the Jewishness of Prague and Vienna and similar capitals is in the past rather than the present. There is something macabre about savoring the Jewishness of Prague’s past knowing how the story ended.  

I knew this of course before I went to Prague, at least in some abstract sense. Visiting in person makes vivid what has been lost.

We visited Prague in 2014.  Lovely city.  We also visited the Jewish sites, including the memorial with the names of the tens of thousands transported to their death by the Nazis. 

I had an experience similar to Roberts' more than thirty years ago while visiting Worms, Germany in the early 90s.  I had a business trip to Europe which was to start with a meeting at our plant in Worms on a Monday and I decided to fly over early to help with the time adjustment, arriving on Saturday morning.

It was January when the daylight was already very limited and a gray mass hung low over the city during those nominal daylight hours creating a penetrating gloom on my walks.  The Nibelungen Hotel was my residence, decorated in a palate of grays, browns, and blacks, very appropriate to Worms and the time of year.  I visited the cemetery, the oldest surviving Jewish cemetery in Europe with its origins in the 11th century.  The Nazis destroyed all of the other Jewish cemeteries in Germany but were persuaded to keep the one in Worms for historical purposes.  It resembles the photo of the Prague cemetery (below) except that the trees are much older, thicker, taller, and more twisted.

Though the Jewish community was wiped out during the time of the Third Reich, there is a Jewish museum in Worms which I also visited.  It was a strange experience, leaving me feeling like a spectral figure peering into a lost past, the member of a lost tribe.  Perhaps it would be like an American Indian descendant from one of the New England tribes that exist today only in memory.

Roberts goes on to note another absence in Prague.

But one night in Prague, I realized that the lost Jewishness of Prague has a very strange bedfellow. I was sitting in St. Clement’s Cathedral listening to an hour-long concert of classical music’s greatest hits—Mozart, Bach, Pachelbel, Schubert, Vivaldi, and others. I realized that Judaism is not the only religion that is a shell of its former self in the sense of its role in the daily life and culture of a great city. The same would be true of Christianity. 

The Christian impulse that built such magnificent cathedrals and inspired some of the finest music human beings have ever composed, plays no role in the current culture of Prague any more than Judaism does.

 It was a strange moment for me, this realization of kinship between the two sister religions. It does make a difference that Christians were not herded into railroad cars and murdered as the Jews were. But both religions are essentially being kept alive by a remnant, a remnant that is not embedded in a serious way in the life of the city other than as a tourist attraction. I don't remember who made the observation but it is a deep one, that some of the greatest creations of human beings--the cathedrals in particular, but you could also include the music--were inspired by something very few Europeans believe in any longer—Christianity. 

As a Jew thinking about Christianity in Europe, what comes to mind is the Inquisition, the blood libels, the pogroms, and the church-driven expulsions from country after country. It’s harder to remember that Christianity was a revolution in how we human beings see ourselves. The post-Christian attempts to inspire a new way of seeing ourselves, communism and fascism, dwarf Christianity in their cruelty to the Jews and to humankind generally. 

Though not as dramatic as in Europe, we are also seeing an ebbing in Christian belief in the United States.  But people always need to believe in something.  Something will fill, and may already be filling, that need.

It's part of the new world that is emerging.  The Cold War ended in 1991 in a way that no one, other than Ronald Reagan, would have predicted a decade earlier.  Since then a new world has been struggling to emerge, an emergence accelerated, in retrospect, by the 2008 financial crisis, and which has been accelerating even more rapidly in recent years.  What the shape of that world will ultimately be is unpredictable.

Sunday, July 14, 2024

Diary Entry

 Left the hotel at the usual side entrance and headed for the car—suddenly there was a burst of gun fire from the left. S.S. Agent pushed me onto the floor of the car & jumped on top. I felt a blow in my upper back that was unbelievably painful. I was sure he’d broken my rib. The car took off. I sat up on the edge of the seat almost paralyzed by pain. Then I began coughing up blood which made both of us think—yes I had a broken rib & it had punctured a lung. He switched orders from W.H. to Geo. Wash. U. Hosp.

By the time we arrived I was having great trouble getting enough air. We did not know that Tim McCarthy (S.S.) had been shot in the chest, Jim Brady in the head & a policemen Tom Delahanty in the neck.

I walked into the emergency room and was hoisted onto a cart where I was stripped of my clothes. It was then we learned I’d been shot & had a bullet in my lung.

Getting shot hurts. Still my fear was growing because no matter how hard I tried to breathe it seemed I was getting less & less air. I focused on that tiled ceiling and prayed. But I realized I couldn’t ask for Gods help while at the same time I felt hatred for the mixed up young man who had shot me. Isn’t that the meaning of the lost sheep? We are all Gods children & therefore equally beloved by him. I began to pray for his soul and that he would find his way back to the fold.

I opened my eyes once to find Nancy there. I pray I’ll never face a day when she isn’t there. Of all the ways God has blessed me giving her to me is the greatest and beyond anything I can ever hope to deserve.

- Excerpt from diary of President Ronald Reagan.  This is his entry for March 31, 1981, written on April 11, 1981, after his release from the hospital and return to the White House.

It was only years after Reagan left the presidency that we became aware he kept a daily diary throughout his two terms, in which he made entries almost every evening.  In addition, after retiring upstairs, he carried on voluminous correspondence and read extensively.  His Secretary of State, George Schultz, was surprised by the revelations, joking that he thought after the president ended his working day that he and Nancy were watching old movies.

Along with letters to the well-known, President Reagan also became a pen pal to a six year old boy in Washington DC, which you can read about here.

Wednesday, July 10, 2024

Nature Boy

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boyThey say he wandered very farVery farOver land and sea
A little shyAnd sad of eyeBut very wise was he
And then one day
A magic day he passed my wayAnd while we spoke of many thingsFools and kings
 This he said to me
The greatest thingYou'll ever learnIs just to loveAnd be loved in return
A surprise million-selling hit, his first, for Nat King Cole in 1948. Composed by Eden Ahbez, a world class eccentric.  The recorded version below.  You can watch a differently arranged live performance here.

Saturday, July 6, 2024

How Green Was My Valley

John Ford wanted to make the film in Wales, where the story is set in a small mining town at the end of the 19th century, and in Technicolor, but a world war intervened along with a shortage of color film, so 20th Century Fox built an 80 acre replica of a Welsh village in the Santa Monica mountains and the movie was black & white.

The movie won the Academy Award for Best Film of 1941, beating out Citizen Kane and The Maltese Falcon.

For anyone who has viewed How Green Was My Valley, the striking images are unforgettable.



HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY, 1941 Roddy McDowall, John Ford, Maureen O'Hara

The most indelible image occurs near the end.  You can watch it in the video below, starting around 1:30.  After a disaster in the mine, see the lift emerge with the body of family patriarch Gwilym Morgan (Donald Crisp), cradled by his young son Huw (Roddy McDowell), both under the gaze of pastor Merddyn Gruffydd (Walter Pidgeon).  Staged with Christian symbolism and the adult Huw's narration, "Men like my father cannot die, they are with me still", it never fails to move me.

Thursday, July 4, 2024

Till All Success Be Nobleness

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country love
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine!

Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Fox Hunt

From West Virginia, we give you Sierra Ferrell, one of the new country and bluegrass artists on the scene.  And here is a live studio version.