Yesterday was the Sunday before Memorial Day, and it actually stopped raining in the late morning, and the temperature was supposed to rise to a tropical 65 degrees. After lunch, we decided we should go to a museum, and I suggested our neighborhood museum (about a mile from the house), American University’s Katzen Center. But because it is a holiday weekend, and classes are over, I thought I should check to see if it was open. Google was it usual “the times may change for Memorial Day” helpful self, and the museum’s website equally informative. The phone number given for the Museum is the AU phone number (they transfer you to the museum), so I called it, and got a deep baritone voice telling me that the AU Information Center was open Monday through Friday from 9 to 5, but that I had a few options, the most seemingly useful being the university’s Operating Information Center. I pushed the correct key and this time got an alto voice telling me the following: “Thank you for calling the Operating Information Center. Everything at the University has been operating on schedule. Good-bye.”

We decided to go anyway, but it became clear when we pulled into the large parking garage and saw exactly three cars parked there. Onward.

This time, we thought we would go to the Kreeger Museum, in the Kreegers’ house on Foxhall Road, not far from American. David Kreeger was not only an art collector, but the founder and long time head of Geico Insurance. Their large house was designed by Philip Johnson, and easily adapted to a museum. But guess what? The gates in front of the house were shut tight; no Kreeger Memorial Day Weekend. Onward once more.

We had to travel to get to another museum. I knew that the Daughters of the American Revolution, down near the White House, had an exhibition geared to the 250th anniversary of the country, so that seemed like an obvious choice, providing we could find a parking space on 17th Street. Which we did. But……guess what? (I bet you can.) The DAR was locked tight, and there was a sign saying that it would be closed all next week because the building (which includes Constitution Hall, a 3700 seat venue) is hosting the Scripp’s National Spelling Bee next week. And there was a lot of activity at the Constitution Hall entrance, and media vans surrounding the building. Once more…must go elsewhere.

Because the weather was pleasant, rather than getting back in the car, we decided to take a short walk down 17th Street toward Constitution Avenue, past the headquarters of the Organization of American States. Our thought was to turn back at the corner, but we decided first to look at some of the sculpture on the lawn of the OAS. It’s a rather large collection, with three types of sculpture: modern sculpture and folk sculpture, which we ignored, and busts of Latin American literary and political figures (and a few others), which we explored. So the question for this post is: how many of these literary figures do you know?

Romulo Gallegos was the author of 13 novels, including Dona Barbara and Cantaclaro, and Canaima, his best known three. Only two of his books have been translated into English. He was also a politician, who served briefly as the first elected president of Venezuela in 1948 before being ousted by a military coup.

Teresa de la Parra, born to a wealthy Venezuelan family, was a rare feminist writer for her time and place. Her life was cut short at 46, when she died of tuberculosis, from which she had suffered for many years. Her book Iphigenia: Diary of a Young Lady Who Wrote Because She Was Bored has been translated into English.

Ruben Dario was a Nicaraguan poet and short story writer, known as the founder of Latin American “modernism”. I have no idea what that means. I think only one book of his poetry is available in English. Dario, too, died young of pneumonia, and in poverty.

Gabriela Mistral was the first Latin American poet to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, in 1945. She spent much of her life in Europe, working as a journalist and for the League of Nations, and was a well known international personality. Much of her work has been translated.

Pablo Neruda, like Gabriela Mistral, was a Latin American poet who won a Nobel Prize, his in 1971. He was also a Chilean Senator, a member of the Communist Party, and the winner of the Stalin Prize in 1953.

Cesar Vallejo, from Peru, wrote only two books of poetry, but to great acclaim. He was an activist and journalist during the Spanish Civil War, and a member of the Peruvian Communist Party.

How many did you know? And how many of you have wandered the grounds of the OAS?

This picture popped up this morning on Facebook, posted by someone on a St. Louis history platform. Intriguing, I found it, with unpaved streets, horse drawn carriages, and brick buildings (which may still exist) and gaps between them. A different world, to be sure. How did we get from there to today?

But then I realized that my grandmother and grandfather were both living in St. Louis when this photo was taken. My grandmother about 5, my grandfather about 9.

My grandfather died in 1953. I looked for a photo from the city then.

And my grandmother in 1969.

Okay, this is 1965, not 1969, but I like the picture.

And then there is the city today.

For those who might be interested, the view looks east toward the Arch, which is on the Mississippi. In the left foreground, you see the relatively new soccer stadium. On the right with the orange roof, it’s the former Union Station, now a hotel, an amusement park, an aqarium and a bunch of restaurants. Closer to downtown on the right, you see a concert venue, and where the ice hockey Blues play.

Why am I showing you this? I am not sure, except that St. Louis is about 6800 miles from Tehran, and I was looking for distance.

Metropolitan Tehran is, by the way, over 5 times the size of Metropolitan St. Louis, and looks it.

Tehran has changed since 1895, too.

Hopefully, it will never look like Gaza City does in 2026.

End of story.

It’s the perfect storm. And I am not talking about the weather (which is bad enough – high of 53 degrees on May 23, with constant rain). I am talking about the renewal of bombing in Iran, brought to you by the one and only Donald Trump (thank God, one and only).

1. The negotiations in Pakistan seem to be gaining little, if any, progress.
2. The raining weather in Washington means Donald can not play golf.
3. Nevertheless, Donald has decided not only to stay in Washington, but to spend the weekend at the White House, something rarely done, rather than at Bedminister, where he was planning to be.
4. His son, Donald Jr. is getting married today in Palm Beach, and Donald decided not to go because of the continuation of the Iran War (he said).
5. Congress was about to pass a War Powers resolution and had to recess for over a week to avoid it coming to a vote; the resolution could have limited Donald’s ability to play soldier.
6. When Congress comes back on June 1, the War Powers resolution might actually come to a vote, so Donald wants to act before that happens.
7. Netanyahu clearly wants to restart the bombing, and has been pressuring Donald to go ahead.
8. Iran says that it has “rebuilt its military”, and American intelligence says that Iran still has retained a lot of military capacity. Donald is afraid that time is not on his side.
9. It is Memorial Day weekend, and what better way to spend it than to show the power of America’s military.
10. The stock market is closed for the long weekend, so there will be time for it to regulate itself rather than suffer a rapid fall due to the resumption of hostilities.
11. Tulsi Gabbard “resigned”. She is a known opponent of the war.

For all of these reasons, and more, I think it is likely that the bombs will fall on Iran this weekend.

Or, on the other hand, maybe Cuba.

Books can be surprising things. Sometimes, you pick one up for no good reason, look at it with low expectations, and wind up enjoying the read, and absorbing something that can change your thinking, or can enlarge your worldview. This is the history of the book I finished yesterday, A Jewish Chaplain in France by Rabbi Lee Levinger.

Levinger was born in Burke, Idaho (yes, Burke, Idaho) in 1890 and died in 1966. He was a Reform rabbi, a graduate of Hebrew Union College, and a longtime Hillel director and employee of the Jewish Welfare Board. He also wrote a number of books.

But we can start with Burke, Idaho. Burke, Idaho, is a ghost town. According to Atlas Obscura, it was founded in 1887 (Levinger born only 3 years later), and was basically abandoned by the 1950s. You can visit it today. It is apparently quite picturesque, being situated in a very narrow canyon, which makes it rather unique. As we are planning to drive from Seattle to Glacier National Park in July, it looks like our route will be quite near Burke. Hopefully, we can visit and take a few pictures.

(I read a 1952 article that Levinger wrote in Commentary magazine about Jews in small town America. It was a very interesting article, talking about the spread of Jews throughout the country in small towns, where they started out as merchants, and where many of the next generation became professionals. Had he written the article today, he would have gone on and talked about the generation after that abandoning the small towns. He would not have been critical. Looking at all of this today, it seems inevitable. But his description of Jewish life in these towns, where a minyan might be unavailable, potential Jewish spouses lacking, and traditional Jewish learning minimal, was very interesting. You can find the article by Googling (as I did) “Levinger small towns”.)

But this has little to do with what I want to say today. Today, I want to recommend Levinger’s book about chaplaincy, which was published in 1922, and dealt with his experience in France during the first world war.

The first Jewish chaplains in the military were appointed during the Civil War, both by the Union and by the Confederacy. After the Civil War, it appears there were no Jewish chaplains until the United States entered World War I in April of 1917, and that the first chaplains went overseas in the summer of 1918, just about a half year before the armistice ended that war, and that there were chaplains who stayed in Europe after the armistice until the American forces could all be brought home. Levinger was sent to France in July 1918 and stayed for nine months.

According to the book, there were something over 100,000 Jewish military personnel sent overseas during World War I, out of about 225,000 Jews in the U.S. military. About 3000 were killed, and about 12,000 injured. There were, at the highest, 12 Jewish chaplains with the army in France.

What I learned from this book included the following:

1. Many of the gentiles in the army had never met a Jew, and many of the Jews, particularly those from New York, who made up perhaps 40% of the Jews in the military then, had really never had contact with gentiles.
2. At least 1/3 of the Jewish soldiers in World War I were immigrants, and for most of them English was not their first language. Sometimes, there English was rudimentary.
3. He witnessed virtually no antisemitism in the military during the time he was in France. Jews and gentiles at every level seemed to realize that they were much more the same than different, and came to respect each other.
4. In this regard, the chaplain’s job then, as it is now, is to conduct religious services according to their own religions, but to serve, as chaplains, soldiers of all religions who are looking for guidance or assistance. And in fact, when it is time for a religious service, and no chaplain of a particular religion is available, chaplains will often conduct services for soldiers of different religions.
5. In addition, those who attended religious service often were of different religions. There could be Jewish services where there were more Christians than Jews in attendance.
6. There was enormous amounts of cooperation between chaplains of different religions, as well as with the Jewish Welfare Board, the Y.M.C.A., and the Salvation Army during the war.
7. The Jewish services were most often abbreviated and followed the abridged prayer books sent out by the U.S. government. They were mainly conducted in English, rather than Hebrew, and all Jewish chaplains were generally in agreement on this.
8. The majority of the Jewish soldiers had Orthodox backgrounds, but that same majority were largely not Orthodox themselves. Many, whose parents were as observant as they had been in Europe before coming to America, had not accompanied their fathers to the religious services he attended, and many could not read or understand Hebrew. This was clearly a transition time for many now-American Jewish families.
9. Services conducted by Jewish chaplains often were done in cooperation with local Jewish families or clergy in France, and this, too, was helpful, especially for Jewish families in small-town France, whose structure and lives had been so disrupted by the war.
10. Sermons to soldiers and sermons a rabbi would give to a civilian congregation back in the United States were very different; all chaplains soon realized this. Sermons given to the soldiers often involved back and forth with the soldiers themselves; something that rarely would happen in a synagogue at home.
11. The Jewish Welfare Board did an extraordinary job organizing everything in France at short notice.
12. The general responsibilities of chaplains were what you would think – services, funerals, religious ceremonies such as Pesach seders, visiting the sick, counseling, taking complaints and trying to resolve them. The soldiers were by and large very young. Communications with family back home was often non-existent for months at a time.

All in all, this book has a lot to offer. I found it at a library book sale and bought it for, I think, $2. But it isn’t an unknown book; you can read a lot about it on line. And it seems to be a book very well known to the National Museum of Jewish Military History, here in Washington. It is well written, and it will expand your thinking of the evolution of the American Jewish community in the United States at the time when Jewish immigration into the country remained at its height, but near the end of that time.

Anything missing from the book? Yes. Women. Except for local French Jewish women helping out here and there…..this was clearly a man’s world. If there were any women in the American military in France during the first World War, they never made it into Levinger’s book. Oh, and by the way, this book was not published by a small Jewish press. It was published by Macmillan; I found this also of interest.

The last two sessions of my Thursday morning breakfast group have been devoted to the Nuremberg trials, following the end of World War II, and the precedents they set for international criminal responsibility. It’s a complicated subject, and one that I have a hard time grappling with beyond thinking that winners or those with power have the ability to try and convict their enemies, whether or not they actually have the authority to do so. “Authority”, in this case, may be no more than a result of legal constructs created by those seeking to bring others to their sense of justice for bad actions committed (whether these bad actions constitute actual crimes is of course just another aspect of the same question). In Nuremberg, the four most powerful winning allied Nations (U.S., U.S.S.R., Britain and France) created the forum, the jurisdiction, and the trial rules, and gave themselves the authority both to conduct the trials and to dole out punishments.

There have been other trials following the general parameters of Nuremberg, often conducted through the International Criminal Court in The Hague, whose website states: “The International Criminal Court (ICC) investigates and, where warranted, tries individuals charged with the greatest crimes of concern to the international community: genocide, war crimes, crimes against humanity, and the crime of aggression. As a court of last resort, it seeks to complement, not replace, national Courts.” Most countries have signed the Rome Statute that created and governs the Court, but the United States, Russia and Israel are among the few that have not. The Court has indicted Putin and Netanyahu, among others, but these potential defendants have not submitted to its jurisdiction and avoid travel to those countries where there is a risk of arrest.

As of yet, the ICC has not indicted any American officials. Perhaps, they could. They could, for example, determine that Donald Trump’s attacks on Iran were against international law or his attacks on fishing boats in the Caribbean or Pacific, but the risks to the Court in doing so would be high, even if the risks did not go beyond having to defend itself from financial and editorial attacks from Trump and his cronies. And interestingly, even those the U.S. does not submit to the jurisdiction of the Court, it does not oppose the jurisdiction of the Court over residents and leaders of other countries.

But the United States has, of course, its own concept of international legal authority. It thought nothing, for example, of bombing small Venezuelan boats or sending a team of secret agents into Venezuela to arrest President Nicolas Maduro and his wife, charging them with various crimes involving exporting cocaine into the United States. In order to effectuate these arrests, a team was sent into a foreign country without invitation and through a quasi-military invasion, the headquarters of the Venezuelan government was attacked, and the President and his wife were arrested through kidnapping, and dragged (not extradited) out of the country into the United States. At the same time, the United States  threatened Venezuela and its remaining leadership with dire consequences if they did not cooperate with the United States in various ways, including providing the U.S. with certain commercial rights that had nothing to do with the arrest.

Yesterday, an indictment was issued against former Cuban leader Raul Castro (President of Cuba from 2008-2018, and brother of former leader Fidel Castro) for his participation in 1996 in in the killing of four Americans when Cuban planes shot down two planes operated by an American non-profit, Brothers to the Rescue, an anti-Castro organization. Assuming Donald Trump is not just going to let this indictment languish, it seems that another invasive operation, like the one in January in Caracas, will take place in Havana (unless Castro, now warned, will be able to be hidden away).

If Trump does try to grab Castro and bring him to the United States, you can also assume that there will be further repercussions with Cuba, as there were with Venezuela. In Venezuela, Vice President Delcy Rodriguez (perhaps somewhat surprisingly) decided to cooperate with the Trump government to avoid further military action by the United States. In Cuba, the outcome of an arrest might be different. We shall see.

But once these individuals become subject to the American judicial system in the United States (the Maduros are being held in a detention center in Brooklyn; no clue where they might take Castro), we are no longer in the strange realm of international law, where the victors and the power can set whatever rules they want. In the U.S. courts, questions will be raised about the jurisdiction of the Courts, about the legality of the arrests, and of course about the facts of the case. It may be that the facts of the case against the Maduros is the stronger, although corroborating witnesses may be hard to find or to extradite for testimony. As to Castro, I have seen nothing that implicates him directly in this 30 year old event, and even if there were such evidence, 30 year old cases are hard to try. Witnesses have died, and others have less than perfect memories.

One of the legacies of Nuremberg is that proving that you were “just following orders” is not sufficient to get you off the hook, if you committed a crime. This has become obvious in the years following 1945, although the Trump folks appear to want this lesson to be forgotten, as their attacks on Senator Mark Kelly demonstrate. In the Castro case at least, the situation may be reversed. Here there may be no evidence that Raul Castro ordered the strike on the American planes (the strike itself may or may not have been illegal, under American, Cuban or international law – which one applies?), but he was both Minister of Defense and First Vice President of Cuba at the time. Will a potentially criminal act of a subordinate now become the responsibility of his superior? Under what authority? American agency law? How would this even apply?

So, the topic is complicated. The Trump administration will do what it can to simplify everything. But, if the Courts take their responsibility seriously, the Trump prosecutors may find that holding the Maduros or Castro responsible for their actions, and penalizing them here in the United States, may not be as easy as they wish.

There is one question we have been asking ourselves since Donald Trump (1) pardoned some of his friends who were indicted and convicted of crimes connected to their friendship to him, (2) since Donald Trump pardoned 1500 (or whatever the number was) of January 6 demonstrators including those who violently assaulted law enforcement officers, and (3) since Donald Trump has suggested that he is going to issue pardons to all of those sycophants working for him during his second term as president. That question is: can Donald Trump pardon himself?

Donald Trump apparently does not know the answer to that question (how could he?), but Donald Trump thinks that there are other ways to skin that cat, and he has decided to try to use one of them. You know what I am talking about? Here me out.

Donald Trump alleges that some information from his tax returns and the tax returns of the Trump Organization were improperly “leaked” to the public, and that this leak caused untold heartache, etc., and that he deserves reparations from the government. The apparent leaks occurred during the Biden years, and Trump claims he was being selectively targeted by a weaponized Department of Justice.

In order to obtain reparations, Donald Trump,  plaintiff, sued the same Donald Trump, defendant, asking for $10 billion of government money to be given him to compensate him for his losses and embarrassment. In other words, he is suing himself for an arbitrary amount that he pulled out of the air (and cannot corroborate in any normal fashion), and wants to be paid this sum out of government funds through a check from Donald Trump, as president, to Donald Trump, as, I guess, grifter.

But because they are not dumb, both Donald Trumps were afraid that any federal judge, even in Florida where the case was filed (and other than Judge Cannon, who was not chosen for this one) would throw the case out on Day 1, and because neither of the Donald Trumps wanted that result, they decided, perhaps by talking to themselves while taking a morning shower, that they should settle the case (albeit for a smaller amount) by coming up with an agreement to be signed both by the party of the first part and the party of the second part, in this case being the parties of the same part.

But the two Trumps realized that they probably weren’t going to get this arbitrary and outlandish amount of money no matter what they attempted to do, but thought they could look like they were being generous by (1) lowering the amount and (2) using the money to reward those January 6 rioters (excuse me, I mean followers) who had been convicted of a crime and whom they had previously pardoned by dividing the money among them. Basically, it seems that they want to give $1,000,000 to every pardoned criminal rioter and have a little left over for a few hundred other friends who can “prove” they were unfairly targeted by the weaponized Biden  government.

But, wait, there’s more. Should the Trumps receive some rewards for foregoing the cash themselves, for generously rewarding their criminal followers, and saving the Treasury $8,2 billion? Of course, they should! Just ask them.

How about saying that all the Trumps (including their wonderful children) and the Trump Organization be freed from the possibility of income tax audits (with any pending audits being closed) and how about those same Trumps being relieved of any possibility of being found responsible of any malfeasance or misfeasance whatsoever. In other words, you say, a presidential self-pardon and presidential family pardon?

Actually, it looks like a presidential super-pardon, because it looks like they will try to make it cover state as well as federal mattters, and civil as well as criminal matters?

Would this hold up, if agreed to by the two Trumps (who by the way share the same lawyer)? Maybe not. But maybe so. Sure worth a try.

Well, we all know that one day Donald is going to slip on the ice, crack his head and never get up in the morning. Or he is going to be hit by a golf ball, or a tree will fall on his head, or Iran will find him and zap him.

But until that happens, what Donald wants, Donald apparently gets.

Of course, both the Attorney General and the Vice President pooh-poohed any criticism of this, with Blanche saying that a three appointee panel would have to approve each payment, and that anyone, not just rioters, coukd apply. Vance agreed with that and with a straight face said “even Hunter Biden can apply”. So there you have it.

And, by the way, have you been following his insider trading scandal? His investments in companies which are subject to large government contracts or regulation, like Boeing and Intel. Keep your eyes on that one, too.

There was a lot of interest in my ideas expressed this morning in the post titled “Just This One Time!”

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Two things are clear to those of us who think clearly. First, is that this country is in big trouble thanks to our current president. Second, barring death or the 25th Amendment, we are going to be with him for the next two and a half years.

We also know that we have mid-terms coming up in less than six months, and that the outcome of those elections have been made uncertain by the chaos into which the not-so-Supreme Court has thrown us with its decisions on Congressional redistricting (among many other reasons).

There are a few other things we know. We know that (speaking very broadly) this country is fairly equally divided into Democrats, Republicans and Independents. We know that virtually all of the Democrats, and perhaps three quarters of the Independents (at last polling) are anti-Trump, but that about 70 percent of the Republicans are still smitten by him.

We also know that the Democrats have at least two internal problems (actually three, but the third one will come later). First, the Democrats are still using Shumer and Jeffries as their spokesmen, paying no attention to me that two New Yorkers will funny accents and whining dispositions are not the right guys for the task. Second, the Democrats have not found their equivalent of Make America Great Again. It is this second problem that I want to address today.

To me, this is simple. The Democrats should campaign on “Just This One Time!”.

And it should basically be a plea to the 25 to 30 percent of registered Republicans who do not like Trump, and to a number of center-right leaning Independents who tend to vote Republican. And it is a slogan that should be used only in 2026. Not even in 2028.

The premise is that the anti-Trump Republicans and Independents share an important point of view with those of us who tend to vote Democratic. That is that we have a corrupt, dangerous, out-of-control president, who can, over the next two and half years, hurt this country even more than he has to date. Therefore, it is important, in the 2026 midterms, to make sure that the Republican Party, whose political leaders are virtually all scared to death to do anything but kowtow to Trump’s every whim, does not control either house of Congress for the last two years of Trump’s presidency. Therefore, these anti-Trump voters, who tend to vote Republican, need to vote Democratic in November. Just This One Time!

They can do what they want in 2028, when their party will no longer have Trump at its head. Every seat in the House will be up for grabs then. But for the remainder of the Trump term, there must be an opposition controlled Congress. It is as simple as that.

There are those who say that the Democrats need to be something more than anti-Trump. I agree with that, starting in 2028. But for 2026, anti-Trump is the way to go.

Clearly each of these Republican voters will disagree with many things that Democratic candidates stand for. That’s okay. For the next two years, without the presidency, none of those things will come to pass. For the next two years, the priority is blunting Trump.

On the normally Democratic side, this slogan will serve its purpose, too, especially among many Jewish Democrats who are concerned that the Democratic Party is changing its stance on supporting Israel, with some progressives wanting to cut back on military assistance and others even suggesting that the State of Israel is an illegitimate “settler” state. To those one-cause Democrats who might want to support Republicans who are more supportive of Israel, I say (just as I say to the Republicans), forget it. For the next two years, the important point is that Trump’s destruction of this country be stopped. Israel will be just fine, and if these voters think Israel requires a vote for the GOP in 2028, that is fine. But not in 2026.

Just This One Time! should be a national slogan, widely spread by national voices. But there is no national election in 2026, but separate state elections, and this slogan, to be effective, must be used in every state. And now that the primary season is winding down, the time is at hand.

How do we do this?

Last night, I finished reading A Difficult Woman, a biography of author Lillian Heller by Alice Kessler-Harris. It is an interesting book about an always interesting, if not always pleasant, woman. The book is somewhat unique in that it does not simply go from birth to death, but rather each chapter deals with a specific aspect of Hellman’s life. This makes the chronology sometimes confusing, but each chapter quite interesting in and of itself.

One of the chapters deals with Hellman’s final works, her three “memoirs”, An Unfinished Woman, Pentimento, and Scoundrel Time. I have not read any of them, and probably won’t, but it was interesting in that, although they are called memoirs, they may be as much fictional as factual. Hellman herself did not deny this, I don’t think, and claimed that she was always the victim of a poor memory, and always a dramatist and story teller. Many of the individuals named in these three books viewed Hellman differently, and simply called her a liar, telling stories about them that simply were not true. Litigation resulted and was continuing at the time Hellman died at age 79.

I was thinking about this earlier this morning when I had breakfast at Politics and Prose (just coffee and a bagel, if you are interested) with a friend and we were comparing memorable (hmmm…..) moments from the early days of our two law practices. How much is truth, and how much has been imagined as truth to make the story telling better.

For example, take Father John, who appeared in my office one day and introduced himself as the Archimandrite of the Eastern Bulgarian Orthodox Church of America, and said he was looking for legal counsel to help him acquire some property in the name of the church in the D.C. area. I can’t tell you exactly when this happened, but I would guess it was sometime during the late 1980s. I wish I had taken a photo of Father John, but I didn’t. He did look something like this, although he had more gray in his hair and wore an even larger cross.

He told me was the head of the St. John of Rila Monastery in East Setauket, New York.

We agreed to have dinner that night (I don’t remember who paid) at I Ricchi, a trendy (still trendy today) restaurant in downtown Washington, when he could tell me his plans. He was a charismatic guy, tall, robust looking, with long gray hair and twinkly blue eyes (just like Santa Claus and the Lubavitcher Rebbe), and was clearly American born…..no Bulgarian accent. As he told me his plans, I was agog. His idea was to make money for his church (take that with a grain of salt) by buying cheap residential property, cutting off utilities (gas, electricity and water) on a definite schedule, forcing all of the residents out (without alarming authorities, if possible), and then selling the empty properties to high scale developers who would work their magic and create new neighborhoods, more upscale.

(The “monastery” that Father John ran, by the way, seems more modest than its name would imply.

I am told by my phone that Father John’s monastery closed in about 1990 and was turned over to another group and is now the Monastery of the Holy Cross, run by the Russian Orthodox Church.)

I told him his plans were illegal and immoral, and asked him if he was being serious. He was. I told him that I couldn’t represent him, and I think sent him elsewhere, giving him some names of lawyers I knew, so that they could be as astounded as I was. His plans never came to fruition.

But back to I Ricchi. He didn’t seem overly surprised at my reaction, our dinner continued and as we left, we passed a large bowl of fresh strawberries and a large bowl of whipped cream that the restaurant had set out for those who wanted to end their meals these two delicacies, either with or without shortcake. Father John walked by the bowls, raised the index finger of the his right hand and scooped out a dollop of whipped cream, licked it off his finger, and turned to me saying, “When you dress like this, you can get away with almost anything’.

I remember (or do I?) shortly after this researching Father John, and discovering that he was a defrocked Episcopal priest who had sat on the Philadelphia Zoning Board of Adjustment, who had been accused of, and/or convicted of, bribery. Today, even with the help of AI, I have not been able to find him.

Back to Lillian Hellman, and her “memoirs” and her being accused of being a “liar”. What is important, Hellman said, is not whether something was true or not, it was the point being made, that is what made something true, not whether the particular points were “fact” or “fiction”. So here we are with Father John, to me he is and always will be a crook kicked off the Philadelphia zoning board for accepting bribes and a former Episcopal priest who converted to Eastern Bulgarian Orthodoxy and continued his crooked ways.

I think I am right on the facts, but if it turns out I am not, I can hear Father John kissing his cross and saying now from his grave:

Lillian would not agree.

Dyke Marsh is a large wetland on the Potomac River south of Alexandria, Virginia, managed by the National Park Service. You approach off the George Washington Parkway, and can walk the 1.5 mile round trip trail to a boardwalk on the river. Some photos from yesterday.

Then a late lunch at The Haven, a pizzeria plus very near Dyke Marsh. Google gives The Haven a 4.5, and tells you the pizza is less reliable than everything else. Edie had a Greek salad and I had a smoked turkey sandwich. Both excellent. I got a side with my sandwich and our very pleasant waiter suggested, of all things, the green beans. He was right.

On the way back, we stopped at Alexandria’s small Black History Museum, one of a number of Black history cites in the city. The museum is low on “things”, but good on explanatory signage. You are reminded that there were once two slave markets on Duke Street, that by the 1840s there were more free Blacks than enslaved Blacks, and that the city library did not permit Blacks in, leading to a 1939 sit-in (one of the first in history) which in turn led to the construction of a library for Blacks. There is a cute “doll house” reconstruction of that library.

There a number of artifacts found in the homes of former slaves and free Blacks. What interested me was a damaged china cup containing sayings from Ben Franklin’s Poor Richard’s Almanac.

An interesting day.

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and we are going to go out and try to take advantage of it. But before we do, I better post something or you will have to have your coffee with MSNBC or the New York Times.

Here is what I am thinking about right now. And I will admit that my thoughts aren’t particularly well formed.

During the buildup to World War II, when Hitler had taken power in Germany and began to grab other parts of Europe that he felt were part of the God-given German world, the Jews in those countries were being marginalized – they were denied certain jobs, kept out of educational institutions, limited in their ability to use public facilities, and so forth. When the war itself began, and before the United States got involved directly, things obviously got much worse for the Jews.

It must be remembered that, before about 1930, it appeared that Jews were being welcomed into mainstream society throughout Europe, that historic barriers to Jewish participation in almost everything had been knocked down, and that the future looked good for the millions of Jewish Europeans, even in those eastern parts of Europe which were still poverty stricken and which World War I had treated so savagely.

During this entire period, there was a great debate among the American Jewish community as to how to react to growing restrictions on the Jews of central Europe. There was a strong difference of opinion as to how strongly American Jews should publicly protest what was going on in Europe. Should they hold rallies, and stage parades? Should they write op-eds or magazine articles? Should there be petitions? Or should they be quiet and lay low, or try to influence politicians without public clamor?

Today, one wonders if louder protests might have increased opposition to Hitler and changed the course of history. In the 1930s, the fear was that increased public protests of any kind might (1) not do any good, and (2) stoke American antisemitism and become not only self-defeating, but downright dangerous. So most of American mainstream Jewry stayed quiet. Of course, no one foresaw the Holocaust as it turned out, but still……

When you look at what is happening in the United States today, it seems to me that much of the same phenomenon is occurring. Just a few years ago, it seemed that Black Americans, just to name one group out of many, was on its way to much better days. There had been so much progress in every aspect of American society regarding Black participation, and much of this progress had been the result of legal protections, stemming from the civil right and fair housing acts of the 1960s, to the more recent DEI movements, to foster (as they say) diversity, equality and inclusion in all aspects of American life.

Of course, every time someone was chosen for some position where there were more than one person who would like to have been chosen, there were to be losers. And if the person chosen was chosen to foster the goals of DEI, the loser was, at least much of the time, to be someone who was not a beneficiary of DEI. And that was a balance that needed to be dealt with, that required some sensitivity.

But like in Germany, where Hitler stirred up the masses to think that Jews were taking their rightful places, Trump and his white supremacist followers stirred up white Americans to think that Blacks, and other DEI beneficiaries, were taking their rightful places. They were invaders, he implied, in a land not fully their own. And we have seen the results.

In fact, we are still seeing the results as DEI, once a positive aspect of American life, was turned into what is almost a treasonous set of letters, what was good became evil or (analogy or pun obviously intended) what was black is now white (or maybe it is what was white is now black).

But where are the Black voices opposing the downfall and destruction of DEI and everything it stood for? Where is Ibram X. Kendi, who in his book on anti-racism, took such an extreme pro-DEI position, saying basically that if Blacks are 15 percent of American citizens, Blacks should not be satisfied until they hold 15% of the positions of every job description in America? Why do we see Black journalists, educators, and pundits on TV giving the “news” without the great emotion that you might expect they would have seeing DEI, which helped many of them obtain their positions, be decimated?

Is this a replay of the America of the 1930s and early 1940s, where now it is the Blacks who are saying, “this too will pass”, and “let’s keep the rhetoric down, or we will make it worse than it is”?

We now see that, with the redistricting going on in the solid South, up to 1/3 of Black members of Congress may not return in the next session. We see the number of Blacks admitted to many universities dropping, and hiring practices across the country changing. But where is the Black outrage? We know it is there, but we don’t really hear it.

It obviously did not help the Jews to remain quiet almost 100 years ago. Will the same reticence and silence help the Blacks now?

We are scheduled to go on an Alaska cruise in July. After the one week cruise, which starts and ends in Seattle, we decided to take another week and see some things we haven’t seen before, so I made return reservations not from Seattle, but from Missoula, Montana. To wander between Seattle and Missoula, of course, we will need a car. I contacted Budget for a car rental, because they have a decent discount arrangement for AARP members. I called their 800 number, and wound up talking with a man who sounded very sure of himself. So the conversation started off somewhat like this:

Me: I want to rent a car in Seattle. I am coming off a cruise ship, and I don’t know where your closest office is to the piers where the ships arrive.

Him: Are you sure?

Me: Sorry, am I sure of what?

Him: Are you coming off a cruise?

Me: Yes.

Him: Well, are you sure you aren’t coming into Florida. I think that almost all cruise ships land in Florida.

Me: Excuse me??

It went on for a while, but we finally got everything straight and then it was time for him to take my credit card and contact information. He asked for my email. I told him, and asked him to spell it back to me, so I was sure he had it correctly. He repeated my name accurately, and then started with A-U-T-H-O-R. Hold on, I told him, it’s A-R-T-H-U-R. I figured he was confusing me with Shakespeare.

Now that we have that all straight, hopefully we will have a car waiting for us in Seattle. Of course, I remember times when we have landed places, expecting to have a car waiting for us, and being surprised and disappointed. I remember once landing late at night in Albuquerque, and being told: sorry, we have no cars left (in spite of our having a reservation). I remember landing in Vilnius, having a reservation for an automatic car, being given a stick shift car (luckily we know how to drive that). This time, I am confident we will be fine.

I should say that, as we didn’t want a luxury car, that he told us we had a choice between a Corona and a Jetta. It went like this:

Me: I don’t really care.

Him: Oh, there is a difference in price.

Me: What are the differences?

Him: One of them is $1 more expensive a day.

Me: Okay, I will take the more expensive one because I know you get what you pay for.

Him: I think you ought to take the Jetta. You know, it’s the one with German engineering.

Thank God, I have a Budget registration agent who wants to make sure we wind up with German engineering.

Next, I have to figure out how we are going to spend that week. I know we will see mountains, and nice farm land, and Grand Coulee Dam. I hope we will get to Glacier National Park, although I know that is the heart of tourist season there. Anyone with ideas, let me know.

That’s it for today. Short. Giving you a break.

We are rarely on Capitol Hill at sundown, but last night we were, and I took this photo as we walked from the Library of Congress to our car. We had been to a concert of Sephardic music by Lily Henley.

Hopefully, today will be quiet. It started with a presentation for my Thursday morning breakfast group on the Nuremberg Trials, always an engaging topic and one I will never fully understand. The day will end with a Haberman  presentation by Rabbi Donald Berlin titled “Judaism and Sports: Conflict, Change and Cultural Integration”. Sounds interesting (www.habermaninstitute.org). Register and watch for free at 7:30 EDT.

In the meantime, the air outside is very fresh today in Washington. It always is when Donald T. is out of town, and when he is almost 7000 miles away in Beijing, it seems especially fresh. I think the clarity of my photo of Capital last night is because he is so far away.

I haven’t heard much about the trip so far, except that Donald made it clear that Xi is an extraordinary leader and an extraordinary friend, and that Xi made it clear to Trump that he should keep his cotton picking hands out of Taiwan. I also heard that Trump said that Xi agreed not to send any more munitions to Iran, so one thing you can be sure of is that China is going to be sending more munitions to Iran. And what does Donald care about that, anyway, since we “have already won the war”?

Xi really didn’t tell Trump anything about his cotton picking hands, but some radio news commentator did tell Hakeem Jeffries to keep his cotton picking hands out of Virginia, and a Republican Congresswoman agreed with him, generating a lot of comment. She said that she did not think the language was appropriate and I guess I give her the benefit of the doubt. And I, for one, no longer equate “cotton picking” (the adjective) with “cotton picking” the noun. But of course there are those who don’t equate “jew” the verb (as in “jew down”) with “Jew” the ethnic/religious noun, and am not sure I give them the same benefit of the doubt. Is that inconsistent of me? Perhaps.

I guess what interested me, and worried me, most yesterday was the report that Senator Rand Paul’s son William, accosted New York Congressman Michael Lawler, at a bar and, apparently inebriated, accused Lawler’s “people”, which he meant as “the Jews” of potentially causing the defeat of Congressman Thomas Massie in Kentucky. Of course, Lawler is not Jewish, and Paul apologized immediately for calling him a Jew. That, of course, is not – in my mind – an appropriate apology, but there you go……

Paul didn’t stop with that and went on accusing the Jews of being more for Israel than for the U.S. From the article I saw on VINnews: “Lawler said Paul also expressed hatred for Jewish and LGBTQ people and did not care if they died.”

Yes, William Paul was drunk, and yes, he has now more fully apologized, and yes, he says he is now going to seek treatment for his use of alcohol, and that is all to the good, I guess, but the worry is that there are a lot of people who, with the help of a little alcohol, would agree with Paul’s statements about Jews, LGBTQ people and other groups. And with antisemitism being permitted to go a bit mainstream these days, with encouragement, perhaps subliminal, from Trump and Netanyahu, anything seems possible.

While Trump seems to countenance antisemitism from the right, Netanyahu is contributing to the increase of antisemitism on the left.

Of course, Netanyahu would either deny this, or say he doesn’t care, that “this too will pass”. He would say that those who are antisemitic because of Israel would be antisemitic no matter what Israel does, because they don’t think Israel should exist, and therefore they should be ignored, while Israel is doing what it has to in order to guarantee its future security. And he certainly would not try to separate anti-Jewish and anti-Israeli feelings because he wants them to be conflated, even though this conflation endangers Jews everywhere.

It creates a conundrum for American Jews for sure. As many Democratic politicians, and Democratic voters, have soured on Israel, does this threaten Democratic victories in some close elections? And, in fact, is this one of the goals of Netanyahu? He has made no secret of his admiration for Donald Trump. Is Netanyahu purposely endangering the position of American Jews by encouraging American antisemitism in order to convince Jewish American Democrats to stay home or vote Republican? I would not put it past him.

It is also true that it is more and more difficult for American Jews to support Israel “right or wrong”. With daily reports of outrages on the West Bank, and continued controversy about Israel’s actions in Gaza, the number and depth of Jewish critics of Israel will grow. I received the following photo of Gaza City, before and after, on Facebook this morning. Assuming its accuracy, it does raise more questions, right?

Talking to a friend this morning, I remarked at how remarkable it is that day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, decade by decade, and even century by century, so much seems to revolve around the Jews. He agreed, but he added something that I hadn’t thought about. The Trump regime, as we know, blames everything on Biden.

Putting aside the choice of Biden, what this tells you, my friend says, is that it is possible to cast the blame for everything in just one direction. Blaming everything on the Jews, in this thinking, is just another version of blaming everything on Biden. At first it seems stupid (which, of course, it is), but then before you know it, it becomes both mainstream and respectable.

Yesterday was one of those picture perfect days in Washington. Yes, we do get four or five of those each year. Edie and I decided to take a stroll, went to Georgetown, and wound up on R Street, near Dumbarton Oaks. We walked east on R Street, and before long wound up at Oak Hill Cemetery.

Oak Hill is a beautiful cemetery which winds down a steep hill into Rock Creek Park, and has been the resting place of Washingtonians since its creation in 1849. It is open to the public, and you could spend all day wandering its trails, but we were not so ambitious, and pretty much stuck to the loop around the James Renwick-designed chapel near the entrance.

But even this short loop enabled us to see much, starting (arbitrarily) with the tomb of Edward Stanton, President Lincoln’s Secretary of War (what? not Secretary of Defense?), who died at only 55, after he was nominated for the Supreme Court, but before he could be installed.

Then we saw the mausoleum built for Ben Bradlee, who served as managing editor of the Post during the Watergate investigation and was a close friend of John F. Kennedy. The mausoleum is quite controversial, I understand, because it was placed in a very central part of the cemetery, with opponents claiming it was wrong aesthetically and historically to place it there.

By the way, Bradlee’s bosses, Katharine and Philip Graham, are also in Oak Hill, and also have a central location, but they took a very different approach to their grave sites.

Of course, not all about the Grahams was so modest. Their house is just down R Street from Oak Hill.

Oak Hill is not without its sense of humor. The photos didn’t turn out but there is a stone for journalist Mark Shields that says “he loved his family, his friends, his country and ice cream”. And there is another stone for a married couple, which says: “We finally found a parking place in Georgetown”.

It is a non-denominational cemetery, and there are a number of Jewish burial sites, including that of our old friend Judy Falk, wife of my friend and ex-law partner David. Weirdly, as we were passing Judy, I received an email from David. Go figure.

And, although I am not sure who the Merricks were, their elaborate monument contains both a cross and a star of David. Again, go figure.

There also a few very modern designs, such as this one, honoring long-time DC architect Arthur Cotton Moore.

Finally, the R Street side of Oak Hill is bordered by a large wrought iron fence. I don’t know if the fence was part of the original 1849 design, but it is very old, and is now being restored to its original condition, piece by piece. It is an extraordinarily slow process, with the fence being dismantled section by section. As a section is dismantled, it is shipped to Baltimore where it is restored and then sent back and re-installed on site. Then another section is sent to go through the same process. Each section takes several months to restore.

The fence, pre-restoration, is black and rusty. Post restoration, it is the original green color (something discovered from looking at paint chips). Before the restoration process began, there was an attempt by the not-for-profit corporation to see what the public would prefer. They solicited opinions as to whether the fence should remain black after it was repaired, or go back to the original green. The result of the solicitation? 50% (exactly) for each. The board of directors then opted for the green.

Good choice.

We get the Washington Post and the New York Times delivered every day. Except for today. There are no newspapers outside.

When this happens, we call the two newspapers and they take our information and tell us that we will get their paper by 10:30. Except for today. Today they tell us (and when I say “they”, I am speaking of the automated “they”) that “delivery today is impossible. Goodbye!”

What are we to make of that? I assume there is a problem with the carrier (same carrier delivers both papers), and that no one in this part of DC is getting a delivery today. Or it could be a problem with the delivery of the newspapers to the carrier, or that when the carrier went to pick up the newspapers, none were there. We will never know the answer.

I will add this to the other questions, whose answers remain unknown to us. Like, what is the meaning of life? Or will the rain ruin the rhubarb, or is this just an old saying? Or who decided to name Finn, Huckleberry? And why hasn’t Huckleberry become a more popular name?

I saw a comic this morning talk about a question he had. His question was “where does the sun go at night?” You might think this is a silly question to be stuck on. After all, there is a scientific answer to this one. But he said he pondered the question all night. Until it dawned upon him.

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is there, does it make a sound? That is another question that may have no answer. And speaking of answers and sound, why were there helicopters whirring overhead last night at about midnight? That’s a tough one.

Here is another tough one. If the Supreme Court lets all of the states re-district their districts, so that Democrats don’t have a chance, do Democrats still have a chance?

And another. If Donald Trump goes to China this week, does he have to come back?

From what I have written so far, you might have already guessed that I got up about 5 a.m. today and could not fall back asleep. You may have also guessed that I have not yet had my morning coffee. And here is one that you don’t have to guess, because you already know it: I have not looked at the morning newspapers.

What else? Geraldine Gudefin, a young French born historian, is giving a series of four lectures on Zoom for the Haberman Institute (you remember I am president of Haberman) on how Jews gained citizenship or the rights of citizenship in various countries across the world in the 19th and 20th centuries. In her first talk, she concentrated on countries in western and central Europe, and in her second (last night) on Russia and the Ottoman Empire. They can be found in the archives on the Haberman website (www.habermaninstitute.org), along with a few hundred other presentations. I recommend them; you might want to look. Each (with q and a) runs about 90 minutes.

I say this because she ended her talk last night by showing a painting by Marc Chagall called “Onward”. We may not know where we are, and we may not know where we are going, but we go. Onward.

We drove to Baltimore yesterday to see the Washington National Opera’s production of West Side Story. First, a matter of introduction. We have not been regulars to WNO productions over the years. But when Donald Trump announced the name change for the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, and announced a potential two year closure for a total rebuild of the facility, the WNO, which had been housed in the Kennedy Center for about 50 years, was one of the first organizations to announce that they were leaving, even though they had yet to find a new venue. This made attending, and supporting, Washington Opera performances an act of political necessity, and we responded first by going to see its version of Scott Joplin’s Treemonisha, and then buying tickets to see West Side Story.

Treemonisha was performed at George Washington University’s Lisner Auditorium, which seats about 1500, considerably less than the opera house at the performing arts center formerly known as Kennedy, which seats about 2400. But Baltimore’s historic/modern Lyric Theater seats, according to my smart phone, an audience of 2434, virtually the same number as the opera house. West Side Story is being performed at two venues, the Lyric in Baltimore and then the Strathmore Music Center in Bethesda. And perhaps this will be the WNO venue for the next several years, splitting their shows between these three venues.

We had never been in the Lyric, which first opened in 1894. While the theater itself has been basically kept the same, everything else has been modified several times, so from the outside the theater looks like it was built in, I think, the 1980s when it was last remodeled, but the theater itself has not changed.

West Side Story has not changed, either. At least it has not changed since it was first staged in 1957. And, as you probably know, it is the story of star-crossed lovers (a la Romeo and Juliet) who come not only from separate families, but from different ethnic groups, Tony and Maria. Tony is a member of The Jets, an “American” street gang fighting for a bit of turf in New York City’s west side. Maria’s brother is a leader of The Sharks, a “Puerto Rican” street gang, fighting for the same turf. They fall in love at a dance sponsored by a “let’s all be friends” organization, but within 24 hours, there is a “rumble”, and Tony, although trying at first to keep the peace, winds up in a fight and kills Maria’s brother, Bernardo. This leads to vengeance by the PR’s, and Tony is shot and killed towards the end of the show.

The story is a familiar one, as you can see, and perhaps is supposed to have a moral attached, that hate does not pay. On the other hand, it is a brutal musical, even if you know how it will end so that the suspense is gone, and, 60 years after it was written, it is in fact dated. This does not take away from Leonard Bernstein’s music or from the original choreography of Jerome Robbins, but truth be known, I think it does take away from Arthur Laurent’s book and Stephen Sondheim’s lyrics, filled with “I dig”s, and “daddy-o”s. And, yes, “rumble”s.

And the dating does not only come from the vocabulary, but from the concept of New York City turf-craving street gangs, and from one of those gangs being “Puerto Rican” and the other “American”. Politically correct, it is not.

But the music and the performances were great, especially Ryan McCartan as Tony, but really everyone. The dancers made no mistakes, nor did the 50+ musicians in the pit.

Orihinally, the quartet was going to call it East Side Story, and set the play on that side of Manhattan, not near Gracie Mansion, but on the Lower East Side. There were still going to be two rival street gangs, but neither would be “American” nor “Puerto Rican”. One gang was going to be Jewish, and other gang was going to be Catholic, and their “rumble” was to be exacerbated by competing holidays of Passover and Easter. It is hard for me to conceive of a more dangerous, politically incorrect, and hard to justify, concept. And (maybe this is why it seemed okay to the creative quartet at this time, each of whom was of course Jewish) I don’t think there were Jewish/Catholic street gangs in New York in the 1950s, battling each other. It was clearly a rough time in New York for Puerto Ricans, so maybe the change over brought something closer to reality for the New York City audiences. But maybe, it has never been politically correct, irrespective of the time or the location.

I wonder, in the original, which side was which. I would assume (if I had to guess) that the Jewish Tony would fall in love with the Catholic Maria. After all, from Broadway’s Abie’s Irish Rose to Broadway’s Ragtime, that has been the pattern. Yes, those male Jewish writers/composers never write about the gentile boy and the Jewish girl. Somehow, I guess, that feels uncomfortable.

One other thing. As I said, West Side Story is a brutal play. Turf wars, two murders, knife fights, a gun shot, and more. Movies have ratings based on what are deemed appropriate ages for viewing. Stage plays and musicals do not. Leonard Bernstein’s daughter Jamie, who wrote a very nice piece which was published in the WNO program, said that she was 5 when the play opened its first preview (by the way, at the National Theater in Washington), and she was not allowed to attend. In fact, although she knew all the songs by heart, she was not allowed to attend the show for years after that. But there were a number (not a huge number, but a number) of young children in the audience. In fact, in front of us there was a husband and wife and their two kids, aged 4 and 6. I don’t know what the kids (very well behaved, by the way) understood from the play, but there certainly were many “this is just a play” explanations from the parents as the show went on.

Anything else I want to say about this? Yes…..do you know that you can take popcorn to your seats at the Lyric Theater?

This post is based on the following three items:

(1) I am in the middle of reading A Difficult Woman, Alice Kessler-Harris’ biography of Lillian Hellman. The following quote is from page 138: “As the political climate changed, she sometimes found herself at odds with a divided Jewish community, struggling to reconcile her commitment to larger values with her seeing herself as a Jew, often unable to see why they should be in disagreement.”

(2) In the early 1980s, when we belonged to Temple Sinai here in Washington, I remember being struck by something that then Rabbi Gene Lipman said in a sermon. I don’t remember his exact words, of course, but the gist was that he wanted his congregants to be sufficiently educated in Jewish thinking that they, when needing to make moral or ethical decisions, would be able to rely on Jewish thinking to help them. (I think this is what he said – and who can argue with me now?)

(3) Today, a good friend told me that he was recently engaged in a conversation with two other people that I know (all three with remain nameless in this post), where one of them said that they did not think that there was anything in the Torah that helped one navigate the problems of today, while the second (a rabbi) said that they disagreed with that completely, and that they were paid by a synagogue to teach people the connection.

Now, I am not a rabbi (obviously), and my knowledge of things Jewish does not begin to match the knowledge of even the least knowledgeable rabbi, but I have certainly spent a lot of time in my now long life reading about Jewish things, attending Jewish events, and thinking over what I have learned. And, after all of that, I must conclude that that, at least on the surface, my thinking about things like “right and wrong” have nothing to do with what I have learned while learning about Jews and Judaism. That doesn’t mean that I am anti-Jewish, God-forbid (ha, ha. “that I am anti-Jewish, God-forbid” — that is a funny line). But what is the connection.

There are very learned Jews who think one way, and there are very learned Jews who think the opposite. I am sure that it is the same with adherents of other religions – you know that there are devout Christians (like Pope Leo) who think one way, and equally devout Christians (like Donald Trump) who think differently. (That, by the way is another funny line.)

When Gene Lipman said, way back in 198?, that our ethical decision making should at least in some part be based on our understanding of Jewish thinking, my mind sort of rebelled. I knew that I had my own firm sense of right and wrong, and I wasn’t going to modify what I thought because of something in the Torah or some other Jewish writing. Nor did I think I should.

The quote referring to Lillian Hellman was largely dealing with the differences between 1930s anti-Fascist, Popular-Front thinking, when so many Jewish intellectuals joined the Communist party, thinking that the Communists were anti-national, certainly not antisemitic, and filled with empathy and a sense of social justice. Of course, it didn’t turn out this way, as the evils of the Stalinist USSR became apparent, and people, including Hellman, backed away from party membership or identification. But by the end of World War II, when the breadth of the Holocaust became clear and the pressure for a Jewish state on the land of Mandate Palestine became a possibility, there were changes in the thinking of many Jews. Suddenly, they were not globalists, but Jewish nationalists, and the concept of equality was put on the furthest back of back burners in the minds of people reeling from the tragedies of the war.

Hellman was still interested in social justice, helping the underdog, human equality, all virtues that seem to have been forgotten by a large number of Jews, and certainly by those Jews in Hollywood and New York City, with whom she was in contact. Hellman was certainly not a Jewish thinker. She had no Jewish education per se, and if she ever set foot in a synagogue, it escaped the sharp eyes of her biographers. But she thought of herself as Jewish and she thought that her ethics were the product in part of her background and self-identification. But was it?

It was Voltaire (brilliant man and brilliant antisemite) who said that “if God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him”. I agree with that – God is needed to comfort people and give them hope for a future, a future on earth and a future after one’s time on earth ends. But…..what or who is God?

I am not going to try to answer that last question for reasons that should be obvious. When asked if I believe in God (since I have no idea what the questioner means by “God”), I answer: That is well above my pay grade. And that is an honest answer, and makes the question itself totally irrelevant. Even if I have, in Voltaire fashion, invented a God to comfort me and give me hope for a future, the question is irrelevant.

It was Ogden Nash who said: How odd of God to Choose the Jews. Do I believe there was a God who chose the Jews? Not at all.

In my experience (and I  am sure in yours), very religious people can turn out to be immoral crooks, but still remain very religious. And fanatical atheists can be some of the most moral people you know. These atheists would not become more moral if they let Jewish thinking influence their ethics, and the immoral portion of the faith community would probably remain immoral even if they lost their belief in a deity.

All I am really saying is that each of us has his/her own sense of ethics, and we test that sense every day as we run into and try to solve real world problems. But you don’t need to know the Ten Commandments to know that you shouldn’t murder someone. And you don’t need the fear of an angry God to convince you that you shouldn’t covet your neighbor’s wife.

Learning about Judaism is important as a study of history, of human thought, of human religion, and as a way to understand your place in greater humanity. But beyond that, as a guide to ethical living or ethical thinking, it is difficult to determine if it causes harm or provides benefits.

This can best be judged by looking at Israel today. There is so much questionable about Israel’s actions today that many Jews who are so supportive of Israel would be just the opposite if they themselves were not Jewish. I don’t have to go into details to demonstrate this. But Israel in 2026 provides the most cogent example of the relationships between religious learning and ethical decision making. Does falling back on religious teaching (whether it is thinking about the centrality of this particular piece of real estate, or the centrality of Jews as constituting a “people” enslaved for centuries in Egypt and just now finding their freedom) help decision making on the topic of Israel or does it distort it?

Lillian Hellman wondered why her Judaism and her larger values should be in conflict. Maybe she should not have had to wonder. She could retain both, on her own terms, without relying on what others (knowledgeable or venerable as they might be) to tell her how to think, or what to think.

I wrote an entire post on the hantavirus cases that have been identified on the Dutch cruise ship, and then I erased it because it scared even me. Let’s just say that this virus may turn out to be more contagious than we are now being told it is, that over 20 passengers exposed to the disease (and a few who had, and/or died from the disease) have already left the ship and that most of them have not been accounted for. And that the remaining 140 on the ship, which is docking in the Canary Islands, are going to be flown on special charters, for the most part, to their home countries (including the U.S.), rather than being quarantined for the up to 8 week incubation period in a controlled location in one place. The Americans are going to be quarantined for a period of time somewhere in Nebraska, but we don’t know where all of the others will be held, or if they will be, or if the quarantines will also affect airline crews and others who will interface without facing possible infection. What else we know is that this is a very serious virus, with a high fatality potential, and with no known vaccine or cure.

The potential is clear, even though we are now being told that the danger of pandemic is low. But we just got through one pandemic – the COVID-19 pandemic. The official death toll from COVID-19 is a bit over 7 million, with the World Health Organization saying that in fact it could be as many as 20 million. In the United States, the death toll approached 1.25 million. We saw what that did to individuals, to families, to health care workers, and of course to the world economy and to the day to day habits and activities of almost everyone. COVID-19 changed our world.

We have pretty much left a dangerous COVID-19 pandemic behind, but we have gone straight into a different kind of pandemic, which I will call TRUMP-25. With the inauguration of Donald Trump for a second, four year term, we have found ourselves in another situation, where the death toll may be much smaller, but the impact on world-wide civilization is probably at least as significant as that which arose from COVID-19. I would hate to see us become entrapped by HANTA-26, while we are still struggling from TRUMP-25, which has at least another 2.5 years to run.

But our future may be pandemic after pandemic, of one or another kind. Transportation from place to place is to easy, and too many people are taking advantage of the possibility of being on the Equator today and in Antarctica tomorrow. And the rise of instant communication, with uncontrollable participants, and now the rise of Artificial Intelligence, give us the potential for Trump-25-like pandemics, one after another.

And, yes, the canaries in the coal mines. The Canary Islands may become the symbol of HANTA-26, just as coal mines are one of the symbols of TRUMP-25.

In the meantime, what happens? Society gets divided into four main segments. First, there are the victims, both the direct victims and those close to them, family and friends. Then, there are the empathizers, those who devote their times to caring for the victims, making their lives as comfortable as possible under bad circumstances. Third, there are the me-firsters, those who are out only for themselves, out to enrich themselves at the expense of the rest of the world. We know them only too well these days. And fourth, there are the escapists. The escapists encompass a number of different types, but their common characteristic is their need to separate themselves from the greater world. They may be orthodox religious mystics or followers, or they may be hedonists, just out for a good time.

It’s a volatile mix of people, and none of it (either because of motive or circumstance) leads to advance human civilization.

Ten years ago, the world and human society had so much promise. Big differences of the past had receded, prosperity was spreading, as was education and human understanding. Science was showing extraordinary promise. Sure, there were problems, but it looked like they could be largely overcome over a period of time, with human progress the result.

But we were fooling ourselves. We have not really changed since the stone age, since the time we wiped out the neanderthals (if that is what we did). What goes up must come down. And we are on a downward track as we fight the recurrent pandemics we face.

I watched a 30 minute video on YouTube yesterday, made with artificial intelligence (i.e., no real actors), showing what life was like in ancient Greek and Roman Alexandria. It started with Alexander the Great ordering a city to be built on the site of present day Alexandria on the Mediterranean coast in Egypt, with the chief architect drawing out a monumental grid pattern, and with the construction of three areas of the city, the Greek area, the Jewish area, and the Egyptian area. It eventually became a diverse, but segregated city of about 600,000 and thrived for a few hundred years under the Ptolemys, eventually threatening to take away from Rome the title of most important city of the world. It was not only a port and commercial center and a political center, but it became a center of learning, with a library designed to hold all of the world’s knowledge which in effect became the world’s first research institution, and the tallest light house in the world, known as one of the “seven wonders” of the ancient world.

When Cleopatra became Queen and allied herself with Caesar, all seemed well, but Caesar’s death ended that, and although Marc Anthony tried to keep the Roman-Alexandrian alliance alive, there were too many Romans who thought Alexandria was looting Rome’s prominence and determined to stop it, the result being a naval attack and virtual civil war.

Soon, Alexandria was a dependency of Rome, although its commercial activity, particularly in bringing grain to the Italian mainland from North Africa continued. But in the 4th century, tragedy struck, in the person of an underwater earthquake of enormous strength, followed by an equally strong tsunami, which destroyed the portion of the city nearest the sea (as well as all the port facilities), which included the library and the royal palaces. Alexandria was never the same.

But the city existed and prospered for over 300 years – that is 50 years longer than there has been a United States. And undoubtedly those living there assumed that its prosperity would go on and on and possibly last forever. But this was not the case. Politics changed things. The social construct (one of supposed unity) failed. And the earthquake and tsunami sealed its fate. It was never the same.

The film blamed the destruction of Alexandria as a result of the Roman occupation  and the sector of Alexandria hardest hit was its Jewish population, estimated at about 100,000, 9th largely wiped out in Roman inspired pogroms and riots. This was pretty much the same time that the relationship between Romans and Jews in Judea had deteriorated, the Second Temple destroyed, and Jerusalem made Jew-free as a result of Roman massacres there.

I had never seen these two events connected in this way, but – if true – it certainly means that well before Nazi Germany, there was a massive holocaust. Estimates of the total number of Jews killed by the Romans in Judea and North Africa? 1,500,000 to 1,750,000. Sheesh.

What I don’t know about this time is the relationship between the Jews in Judea and the Jews in Alexandria. I understand the troubles that the Romans were having with the Jews in Judea, who were opposed to many aspects of Roman hegemony, but how did this carry over to Alexandria? I doubt that it was Jew-hatred or antisemitism per se, although it could have been. But after all, Rome itself apparently had 50,000 to 75,000 Jews living there, and it was estimated that at one time (this time?), the Roman Empire was about 10% Jewish and had between 4,000,000 and 7,000,000 Jews living there. It seems (based on what little I know) that it was only the Jews of Judea (not even the Jews who lived in today’s north of Israel, such as the Galilee) who were attacked by the Romans.

So, perhaps, the Jews of Alexandria were identified as being close to the Jews in Judea, in Jerusalem. Or perhaps, as a result of the troubles in Jerusalem, the Jews of Alexandria, being 100,000 strong, rioted in protest to what was happening to their co-religionists “back home”. Or perhaps, in Alexandria things were just becoming unstable. The Greek population, for hundreds of years the elite, were losing their elite status to the Roman conquerors, and suddenly saw themselves in competition with the Jews for commercial and other rights as citizens of Alexandria. Or a combination of all of the above.

Whatever happened, it obviously was not good. Rather, it was one more example of a “civilization”, built up over centuries to a high degree of sophistication, being destroyed. We have examples of that not only 2000 years ago, but during the 20th century itself. And more is threatened during the 21st. Donald Trump threatens Iranian/Persian civilization. Muslim groups threaten Israel/Jewish civilization. Certainly Israel threatens Palestinian civilization.

Today, the world population is about 8,300,000,000. What would it be if there had not been major wars? I don’t know that, but I have seen estimates that the world Jewish population today of something over 15 million would be closer to something over 30 million had the Holocaust not occurred. Perhaps a world without wars would have, long ago, seen a population which by far had outstripped the ability of the earth to sustain it.

So, maybe we need wars? Maybe we need to wipe out entire cities, entire civilizations, and being anti-war is a way to make us feel good, but actually would lead to much more tragedy than wiping out a million or more people now and then? Maybe I should go back to bed?

Today is May 7, 2026. Eighty one years ago today, Germany surrendered, ending World War II in Europe. We all know what happened then. Germany was divided into four parts. One was occupied by the USSR, and it eventually became the German Democratic Republic (East Germany), a part of the Soviet block of Communist Nations, and the other three were each occupied by three other Allied nations, France, the United Kingdom and the United States of America. From 1945 to 1949, these three parts of western Germany were separately occupied, but in 1949, they combined to form the Federal Republic of Germany (West Germany). In October 1990, East Germany and West Germany united to form one nation, also called the Federal Republic (Bundesrepublik), which obviously still exists today.

In addition to that, after the end of the war, Austria was reconstituted as a separate country (also occupied by the Allies at first), the Sudetenland was returned to Czechoslovakia, and Alsace-Lorraine was returned to France. On the other hand, the parts of Germany that had been lopped off by Poland remained with Poland, and the parts of Nazi Germany that extended furthest east, the Konigsberg region, became the Kaliningrad Oblast of the Soviet Union. Finally, Berlin, which had been the capital of Nazi Germany, and which was also occupied by the four Allied powers, each in its own quadrant, did not become united until Germany as a whole became reunited in 1990.

I recount all of this because, even though it involved quite a bit of political movement, it was relatively speaking (only relatively) pretty easy. Yes, the Communist east and the capitalist west stayed apart for another 45 years, but within each of these two regions, things were quite peaceable. What had been a vicious Nazi government became peaceful capitalist and communist governments, with old Nazis and old liberals figuring out a way to get along, and more importantly, to leave their warring and, on the one side, abominable pasts behind them. And, after 1990, and the fall of Communism in general, everyone pretty much got along in a primarily capitalist and certainly democratic society.

Although, in 1945, Japan did not surrender for several more months (and after the dropping of two atomic bombs), and although Japan was occupied in 1952, the story there is similar. Within a relatively short period, Japan too joined the world of democratic powers, giving up all semblances of its recent militaristic past.

In other words: there was war……and then there was peace.

Today, I would expect the same thing will happen once the current war, now four years old, between Ukraine and Russia ends. There will be peace, the countries will become friends, and they will most likely jointly prosper. I would bet that, for the next generations of Ukrainians and Russians, today’s war might be unimaginable.

But can you reach the same conclusion in the Middle East? Can you come up with a scenario where Israel and its neighbors will be at peace, will become allies, will develop a way not only to live together, but to respect each other and prosper together? When you add in the rivalry in the Islamic world between Sunnis and Shiites (i.e., between the powers on the Arabian peninsula and Iran), can you imagine that any of these countries will become post-occupation Germany or Japan? It seems to me that we are a long way from that.

But that is what we need to envision. It does little good to imagine an isolated Israel surrounded by neighbors who deny the rightfulness of its existence, even if there can be peace treaties, or border agreements. This is just a way to put off conflict until the next time it erupts. We need to go well beyond that, and of course, we are nowhere on this process, as even the Abrahamic Accords seem unable to move peace forward and in fact may increase rivalry between Shiite and Sunni, which at time seems to equal the differences between Muslim and Jew.

When peace was declared in Europe and Japan, suddenly militarism and Naziism were left behind. Everyone was ready to move ahead. Is that even a vague possibility in the Middle East? In Europe and Japan, there were clear victors and losers, and the victors took political control for 4 years in one case, 7 in the other. None of this will, in the short range, be the case in the Middle East. How will true peace ever come about?

We need the visionaries. They need to be politicians, and religious leaders, and academics, and writers and artists, and they all need to be working together to envision a post-war Middle East, along the lines of a post-war Europe and a post-war Japan. And there needs to be a lot of them.

And when I say there needs to be a lot of them, I mean a lot more than there are today. How many are there today? I count zero. Am I wrong?

Digression: I gave a talk this morning to my Thursday morning group about my relationship to Rabbi Meir Katzenellenbogen (1482-1565), the Chief rabbi of Padua (and Venice). I had written a blog post about him on Jan 14. My friend Milt Shinberg asked if I was going to post about him this morning. I said that I wasn’t. He asked what I was going to write about. I told him I did not know. I told the truth. But when I saw it was V-E Day……

Another strange dream. I was in jail. I had been sentenced to two years, but I was told that I would probably get out in six or seven months. My crime was not a crime of violence; it was some sort of white collar crime, I suppose. But I didn’t really know what it was. On the other hand, I didn’t think I was being unfairly treated.

It was a weird jail. The inmates all wore tan two piece outfits. Cotton drawstring trousers and a loose fitting matching top, not tucked in. Shoes? I didn’t look.

I also didn’t see the sleeping quarters. Did we have individual rooms or cells, or did we have cell mates or roommates? I am not sure.

It didn’t seem like a problem, being in this jail. We could spend the day in the large day-room, talking or doing whatever we wanted, it appeared. I was only told that we had to obey the rules in the manual we had been given to govern our conduct. Unfortunately, no one had given me a manual, and I had no idea what we were supposed to do, and what we were not allowed to do. Except for the few things that I had gathered just from looking and listening.

One thing that we could do, it appears, was leave the jail. We could go outside and wander around. As long as we stayed within the District of Columbia. If we left DC, then we were in trouble. And we had to be back in jail at night. If we were found outside of Washington, we would be severely punished. I have no idea what that punishment would be.

With all this in mind, I decided to leave jail and go get a meal. It seemed that would be easy. There are so many restaurants in Washington. Of course, I was not sure where the jail was in the city, and I was surprised at how barren everything looked outside. Old buildings. Vacant lots. Rocky streets. I saw some people moving in one direction and thought I should follow them. I got to the river (I assumed it was the Potomac) and saw that it was lined with what looked to be factories from the 19th century, mainly built of wood, not brick. I wasn’t sure what went on in these factories (they seemed active), but I certainly had not seen this part of DC before.

I turned in the opposite direction and wandered through sad neighborhoods where there did not appear any place to eat. Finally, I turned a corner and saw a sign over a door that said: SCHWEINHUT RESTAURANT. A German restaurant, I figured, and I went in – it was not what I expected to see.

When you entered, you were faced with another sign, giving you two choices. Go to the right, and you get to the “restaurant”. Go to the left, and you get to the “pit”. A middle aged woman was nearby and she told me that, if I was alone, the pit would be a better place. I followed her advice.

The pit turned out to be an unusual restaurant. There were no tables, just chairs, and they were scattered around. They were mostly filled with customers, and I think all the customers were male. One of them recognized me. He called me out by name and said how surprised he was to see me there, as we hadn’t seen each other for decades. Not since we were jail mates in St. Louis.

I had forgotten all about my time in jail in St. Louis. I still remembered it only vaguely, but had no doubt that his recollections were true. But it led me to think that I hadn’t changed a bit. All these years, and I was still doing things that wound me up in prison.

Getting food in the pit was unique. You sat on a chair, and received a plate, silverware, and something like a lap tray that you put …… on your lap. Then, just from time to time, food was passed around. A plate of chicken. A plate of bread slices. Those are the only two I remember specifically, but there were more. You just took whatever you wanted and passed the serving plate on. Somehow, someone knew what you took and could tally up the bill as you were leaving. I thought the food was okay, but I also thought I wasn’t going to come here again. From now on, I will take my meals in jail.

That was the dream. Until I had that dream, I was planning to write this morning my reaction to Ruth Marcus’ book, Supreme Ambition, the story of Justice Brett Kavanaugh, his background and his confirmation hearings. All that raunchy stuff. You remember.

It’s a good book, and I concluded that Kavanaugh had probably been a pretty slimy kid growing up. Both when he was at Georgetown Day School (about which I always have had my suspicions) and Yale (where, when I was there for law school, I actually did not encounter any “Kavanaughs”). But whether the specific allegations were true or accurate (and should have put him in that jail with me), I can’t really say. But should youthful indiscretions, no matter how serious or tasteless, sbe held against someone twenty years later who clearly does not act in that manner? That is another story.

But what I hadn’t realized about Kavanaugh, the wild and alcohol loving kid, is his apparent steel ambition to wind up on the Supreme Court or better, and how his job progression both stoked that ambition, and allowed him to get there. He was not just some young hot-shot attorney who, by dint of fate, wound up a judge and then a Supreme Court Justice. He was a strongly ambitious fellow, whose ambition took him just where he wanted to be. This, of course, is the characteristic of a very dangerous guy.

I liked the book more than I thought I would when I picked it up. But I do need to point out one sentence that Ruth Marcus, in the year 2019, wishes she left out. It is in the acknowledgement section of the book, which comes at the very end (and which she must now hope no one really reads through). She says, in talking about the Washington Post, where she worked, “Thanks to the Graham family, especially Don Graham, for creating such a special institution and having the wisdom to entrust it to Jeff Bezos.”

Okay, so she was buttering up her boss. But, really……

that I am, for today’s blog post, reposting Norm Ornstein’s Contrarian column from yesterday. Truer words have never been spoken.

SCOTUS’s Brazen Power Grab Guts Voting Rights

The renegade Supreme Court exhibits an over-exercise of power, open contempt for the laws Congress passes, and a heavy partisan tilt. It doesn’t have to be this way

Norman Ornstein

May 04, 2026

This week has underscored a brutal reality of our teetering constitutional system: a renegade, partisan Supreme Court ignoring the power and role of Congress, prevaricating about history and the plain language of the Constitution, rewarding Republican presidents while constraining Democrats, its members violating fundamental ethics that apply to every other federal judge. The Roberts Court, led by arguably the worst Chief Justice in history, has engaged in a brazen power grab. Many reforms have been floated if and when the opportunity occurs to rein in the renegades, from term limits to court enlargement. They may not be enough.

The day before the Supreme Court’s Callais dishonest and outrageous decision eviscerating what remained of the Voting Rights Act, the six Republican justices celebrated by attending Trump’s state dinner for King Charles — in what is almost certainly the first state dinner ever with a strictly partisan guest list. In September 2021, standing next to her Senate benefactor Mitch McConnell, who had destroyed Senate norms by jamming through her confirmation eight days before the 2020 election, Amy Coney Barrett said, “My goal today is to convince you that this court is not comprised of a bunch of partisan hacks,” proving the opposite.

Elena Kagan’s dissent, read from the bench, was powerful and gripping. Election law scholar Rick Hasen’s description of the dishonesty of the decision is equally powerful: what is implied in the decision written by Sam Alito, “that Congress cannot do anything to protect minority voting rights short of banning intentional discrimination despite the Fourteenth Amendment’s equal protection guarantee, despite the Fifteenth Amendment’s ban on race discrimination in voting, and despite the fact that both amendments explicitly give Congress the power to enforce the measures by ‘appropriate legislation.’”

The Callais decision, of course, is part of a pattern of the Roberts Court blowing up voting rights; destroying a century of campaign finance laws in direct violation of a promise made by John Roberts to respect stare decisis and decide cases on the narrowest basis possible; making independent regulatory agencies direct partisan arms of the president; cosseting the rich and powerful corporations, and unleashing Trump with the ahistorical and bizarre immunity decision that would have left the Framers bewildered that the third branch of government would undermine the first branch of government to create a dictator from the second branch of government.

I have supported term limits for decades, and still do, but actually implementing it is challenging—do you include existing justices? If not, how do you phase in term limits so that ultimately each president has two vacancies to fill—without it taking many years to implement successfully? What about enlarging the Court? The reality is that the packing was done by Mitch McConnell blocking Merrick Garland from even a hearing during the Obama administration (approximately four years before the Barrett debacle). If fundamental norms had been followed, there would be five justices nominated by Democratic presidents.

Supreme Court guru Steve Vladeck has made good points about the dangers of court enlargement — among them, that it could create a likely enlargement war every time there is a change in power — but it is still a powerful idea. When the Court was set at nine, there were nine circuits; now there are thirteen. The need to rebalance the Court as soon as possible makes the risk of future retaliation worth taking.

But there is another, bolder move to consider. When I taught American Government, I would take students to the National Archives to see the actual original Constitution, encased in glass. Looking at it directly, they could see the physical articles. Article I, the Congress, was twice as long as Article II, the Executive, which in turn was twice as long as Article III, the Judiciary. Three equal branches—but it was clear which branch was Number One, in every respect. Congress has the power to declare war and the power of the purse, the two most powerful elements of government. The president can veto bills, but Congress can override. Congress can impeach and remove a president; the president has no power to remove members of Congress.

Now to Article III. The Framers did not expect that the judiciary would usurp the powers of the first branch. They created a Supreme Court and gave Congress power to establish lower courts as well. They gave the Supreme Court limited original jurisdiction: laws affecting Ambassadors and ministers, cases of Admiralty and maritime jurisdiction, between states, between a state and a citizen of another state, between citizens of different states, citizens of the same state claiming lands of different states, and between a state or its citizens and foreign states or their citizens. But here is the key clause: “In all Cases affecting Ambassadors, other public Ministers and Consuls, and those in which a State shall be Party, the supreme Court shall have original Jurisdiction. In all other Cases before I 8 mentioned, the supreme Court shall have appellate jurisdiction, both as to Law and Fact, with such Exceptions, and under such Regulations, as the Congress shall make.”

It is true that the power accumulated by the Court goes back to Justice Marshall and Marbury v. Madison, and the other branches, over time, accepted the role of the Court to interpret the Constitution. But that acceptance came with an expectation that that role would not be abused, certainly not the way it has with the Roberts Court. Congress has the power, and should use it. It is time to consider taking back some of the jurisdiction Congress has ceded to the Supreme Court, including its appellate authority in areas like voting, elections, districting, campaign finance, and congressional power, along with such issues as the right to marry and to control one’s own body.

Create a special appeals court, perhaps consisting of the chief judges of the thirteen appeals courts, to act as the final area of appeal in such cases. Even a serious threat to do so would be a strong signal to these renegade Supremes to draw back from their over-exercise of power, their open contempt for the laws Congress passes, and their heavy partisan tilt. No option should be off the table.

Yesterday was a day of good art and good food.

The art was at the Phillips Gallery. We went to see the current exhibit of Joan Miro’s work, which closes in early July. I was reminded of the time that we went to the Fundacio Joan Miro museum on Montjuic in Barcelona.

Digression: I know it is early for a digression, but you might have guessed that Montjuic, that tall hill that overlooks the city and contains the Miro museum is (if you translated it into English) Mount Jew. You may also notice (especially if you have been to Barcelona) that no one seems to care. But did you ever wonder why it is called that? Am I the only one? My guess is that if you guessed why, your guess would be as good as mine, which was pretty good. Yes, there was a Jewish cemetery on Montjuic back in the pre-expulsion days. It was actually destroyed in the 1300s. “Hardly a man is now alive……”. End of digression.

Back to the museum in Barcelona. It was designed by architect Josep Lluis Sert. And, it isn’t a bad building.

Second digression: You wonder why I added that “it isn’t a bad building” to the last paragraph, no doubt. It’s because Sert (who served for a time as dean of the Harvard School of Design) designed Harvard’s married student dorms, called I think Peabody Terrace, or Peabody Something, which was finished just in time (1965) for newly married Jeff and Judy Pass (if I recall correctly) to move in when Jeff started Harvard Law. Judy, correct me if I am wrong. The strange thing about this three tower development (each 22 stories) is that the elevators did not stop at each floor; they stopped between each floor. So, for example, if you lived on the 15th floor, you shared an elevator lobby with either the 14th or the 16th and had to walk up or down several steps to get to your apartment. This is weird (especially, so I assume, if you broke your leg or needed a wheelchair), but it was viewed as more efficient (who cares?) because it only had to stop 50% as often. End of second digression.

My memory is that the museum in Barcelona displays Miro’s work on two floors and the roof, where there is a large display of various pieces of sculpture. In the lower level of the building, there are many pieces not by Miro, but by others who had given their works to Miro for his private collection. My reaction was that Miro’s work was repetitive and corny, but the work of the artists in the basement was worth the trip to the museum.

Interestingly, the exhibit at the Phillips also shows the work with Miro along with the works of others. The other artists featured in this exhibit are artists who were somehow connected to, or influenced by Miro, and all were American, as this is the focus of the exhibit: Miro and the United States.

Yes, I still think that Miro’s work is repetitive and corny. But I had a revelation yesterday. I now think that Miro knew his work was repetitive and corny. And that is how he wanted it.

Why else would he call this painting “Woman with Blond Armpit Combing her Hair by the Light of the Stars”?

Or this one ” On the 13th, the Ladder Touched the Firmament”?

See what I mean? Both of these are part of his “Constellation” series, at the exhibit in full. They are, when seen together, with their seemingly random titles, fun. And corny.

Or take this one, if you don’t believe me.

What you call it? How about “The Beautiful Bird Revealing the Unknown to a Pair of Lovers”?

Apparently, Miro was very influential to a large number of well known American artists, whose works are also displayed in this exhibit. As to another artist whom I have a hard time appreciating, Willem de Kooning, two of his works struck me, especially because of his use of light.

De Kooning titled this last painting “Zurich”. No humor there.

There is a lot to see in this exhibition. Don’t go today. The Phillips is closed on Monday.

The food yesterday? Lunch at the Bread Furst Cafe at the Phillips. Highly recommend the Italian vegetable sandwich on a French baguette. A full baguette, so big enough for two, served with excellent home made-ish chips.

Dinner, down the street from us at Thai Pad (not to be confused with pad Thai). Salmon with Panang sauce (okay, not Thai), and basil fried rice with vegetables (very Thai). Highly recommended.

We missed the Kentucky Derby yesterday, because we were on our way home from the baseball game. But we soon learned that the winner was Golden Tempo (not a favored horse), and that he was trained by a woman. I think it was the first time that a female trainer had trained the winning Derby horse. My reaction? Shades of Peaky Blinders.

You may not have watched all 48 episodes of Peak⁸y Blinders, the Netflix show about Gypsy, Italian and Jewish rival gangs in London and Birmingham in the 1920s, but if you did you will probably recall that Tom Shelby’s horse, Grace’s Secret, wins the Epsom Derby after being trained by May Carleton, a widow lady whose house seems at least as large as Buckingham Palace.

Digression: In Peaky Blinders, “derby” is pronounced “darby” and “clerk” is pronounced “clark”. Apparently, before about 1500, the Brits pronounced these words just as we do (let’s call it proto-American English?), but it changed. Apparently, “er” before a consonant is always “ar” in Britain. There is, to my knowledge, only one “er” word pronounced “ar” in the U.S. Can you guess it? (The answer will be given at the end of this post.)

I never bet on the Kentucky Derby (or on anything else, ever), but I always pick a horse. My method, by my gut, is similar to the method Donald Trump uses when he picks a country to attack or to take over. And my record of success is similar to his, as well. This year, I picked Pavlovian. Why Pavolovian? There were two (maybe three) reasons. First, I thought that he would probably respond well to his training. Second, his name was easy for me to remember. And third (the “maybe”), I thought that, through the race, he would be Russian.

Well, let me tell you the truth (why hide it?). Out of a field of 18, Pavlovian came in a strong 18th. The odds for Pavlovian were about 30-1 (but before yesterday, they were 50-1, so I thought things were looking up), while Golden Tempo’s odds were 23-1. Not that different.

As I said, we were at the baseball game yesterday, and the Brewers beat the Nats 4-1. For reasons I will explain, we did not get there until the middle of the second inning, and because the Brewers scored 3 runs in the first, the game we saw was a 1-1 tie. I tried to explain that to the official scorekeeper when I suggested that extra innings would be appropriate, but he told me he had no time to debate with me on the subject, as he had to rush to his TV to see how Pavlovian was doing.

So why did we miss the first inning? The answer is: we really don’t know. We did everything right. We got a good street parking space near the Van Ness Metro, in spite of the enormous crowds visiting various embassy exhibits being put together at UDC. We got on the very, very crowded Metro and got off, as we were supposed to, at Gallery Place. We went downstairs for the Green Line train to the Navy Yard/Ballpark station. A Green Line train pulled into the station; it was moderately crowded, and the crowd waiting to join the train was pretty large. The train stopped. We stood near a door. The doors of the train didn’t open. The train sat there. We waited patiently. Eventually, the train, without ever opening its doors, pulled out and went on.

About 5 more minutes passed, and we saw another Green Line train (this one marked “Anacostia”, rather than “Branch Avenue”, meaning it was a special ballpark train) came into the station; it was empty as if they had just brought it into service to get us to the ballpark. This train went through the station without even slowing down.

Another 5 minutes passed, and finally another Green Line train entered the station. This one did open the doors and the crowd (now larger) entered and stood in the aisles. Almost 10 minutes passed, and this time the doors, now open, did not close. Outside the train, police and members of the National Guard seemed to be engaged in something.

Eventually, the doors closed and the train went on. I think we lost about 20 minutes or more in the trip to Nats Park, and that cost us the first inning, and failure to pick up the annual Star Wars (yesterday was not May the fourth, but still…) bobble head, which our 5 year old grandson is undoubtedly expecting us to bring to him today.

Today, Sunday, looks like a lazy day. We were supposed to go to friends’ for lunch/brunch, but that was postponed, so here we are.

I may just continue reading Ruth Marcus’ Supreme Ambition, the story of Brett Kavanaugh’s unfortunate rise to the Supreme Court. Interesting and readable.

The Supreme Court – the true enemy of the people?

One more thing. The answer is “sergeant”.