My in-laws went to California for a wedding and sent this postcard.
And no… it wasn’t a “same gender” wedding! đ
This postcard brings up a few questions.
Did they leave the wedding to tour Alcatraz?
Are they comparing marriage to maximum security imprisonment?
And what are they implying by, âYou guys would have loved San Franciscoâ?
What are they trying to say? Iâm so confused. đ
Actually, my in-laws have accepted me into their family. To them, Iâm not just my other halfâs âfriendâ. They recognize that we are two men in love. They just donât talk about it, which is why this postcard is so funny to me. đ
“In 1928 there was an estimated 1.2 million âoutâ homosexual men living in Germany. As Adolf Hitler rose in power, gay organizations were banned and scholarly books regarding homosexuality were burned. Hitlerâs racial state ideology branded homosexuals not only as âparasitesâ and degenerates, but as enemies of the state. In 1935, the Nazi government significantly expanded the criminalization of homosexuality.” via Stop Homophobia
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If this doesn’t sound familiar, perhaps you should take a look at the rising anti-gay hysteria going on in Russia since Vladimir Putin enacted the Russian LGBT Propaganda Law which claims to “Protect Children from Information Harmful to Their Health and Development” but in has since led to an increase and justification of violence against LGBT people. To be clear, these laws have nothing to do with family or children. These laws are meant to scapegoat gays in very much the same way Germans scapegoated Jews and other “undesirables”.
The following is a collection of quotes and links compiled from around the web that shine a light on the forgotten victims of nazi terror.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” – George Santayana
Mug shot of a homosexual prisoner in Auschwitz. Pink triangles were used to designate homosexual inmates. State Museum of Auschwitz-Birkenau, OĹwiÄcim, Poland
“In Nazi Germany, homosexuality was persecuted to a degree unprecedented in history. In 1935, the National Socialists issued an order making all male homosexuality a crime; the provisions governing homosexual behavior in Section 175 of the Criminal Code were significantly expanded and made stricter. A kiss was enough reason to prosecute. There were more than 50,000 convictions. Under Section 175, the punishment was imprisonment; in some cases, convicted offenders were castrated. Thousands of men were sent to concentration camps for being gay; many of them died there. They died of hunger, disease and abuse or were the victims of targeted killings.” — Travels of Adam
By now, most people are familiar with the Pink Triangle which, along with the Lambda and the Rainbow Flag, is a symbol for LGBT pride. But it has a dark history, one that isn’t taught in school. I remember a teacher talking about nazis exterminating millions of Jews and “others“, as if the others were an insignificant footnote of world history. When pressed, he explained that the ‘others’ were made up of gypsies, socialists, deviants and political prisoners.
Nazi Badge Chart identifies prisoners according to “offense”
“Under the direction of SS head, police drew up âPink Listsâ, and embarked on a vicious crackdown on homosexual men and women. Many were sent to mental hospitals, others were castrated by court order, and 100,000 of these men were sent to concentration camps.The pink triangle (now a symbol of Gay Pride) was placed on the prisoners to mark that they were homosexuals. An estimated 55,000 were executed.
Heinz Dormer, spent nearly ten years in prisons and concentration camps. He spoke of the âhaunting agonizing criesâ from âthe singing forestâ, a row of tall poles on which condemned men were hung: âEveryone who was sentenced to death would be lifted up onto the hook. The howling and screaming were inhuman, beyond human comprehensionâ. source
Here is the badge chart translated to English
The vast majority of those forced to wear pink triangles didn’t survive.
“The Nazis believed that male homosexuals were weak, effeminate men who could not fight for the German nation. They saw homosexuals as unlikely to produce children and increase the German birthrate. The Nazis held that inferior races produced more children than “Aryans,” so anything that diminished Germany’s reproductive potential was considered a racial danger” — US Holocaust Memorial Museum
LGBT reclaim the Pink Triangle (1980s)
“Nazis interested in finding a “cure” for homosexuality expanded this program to include medical experimentation on homosexual inmates of concentration camps. These experiments caused illness, mutilation, and even death, and yielded no scientific knowledge.– source
I don’t know what it’s like to have family members that have survived the horrors of Auschwitz. It’s something for which I have no frame of reference so I would never assume to put myself in the same category as those with a direct familial link to nazi persecution. But I can identify with those who were singled out for something that is innate, especially when I look around and see history repeating itself. I can honor forgotten victims.
Nazi Holocaust – The Forgotten Gay Victims
The fight against fascism and bigotry must also incorporate the defence and support of the Gay and Lesbian Communities. The message needs to be made loud and clear, and repeated often; ANY form of discrimination, bigotry or oppression must be fought and defeated in the 21st Century!!! — PNW
When we say “Never Again” we’ve got to mean it for everybody. It’s the only way to ensure that we are all safe from persecution because, if they come for one group they will come for yours too.
Tis the season for family, friends, and lots of warm fuzzies. But like almost everyone else I know, I haven’t been feeling very warm or fuzzy lately. So, when the warm glow of the season starts to sputter and dim, I do what any self respecting sentimental cinephile does. I turn to classic Hollywood.
When it comes to classic Hollywood, no one did warm and fuzzy quite like Frank Capra.
Ask anyone for a list of their favorite holiday movies and somewhere on the list you’ll probably find Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life.
In case you’ve been living under a rock for most of your life, It’s a Wonderful Life is the 1946 Frank Capra classic, starring James Stewart, Donna Reed, Thomas Mitchell, Lionel Barrymore, and a cast of Hollywood mainstays. It’s explained by IMDB as “An angel (Clarence, played by Henry Travers) helps a compassionate but despairingly frustrated businessman, George Bailey (Stewart), by showing what life would have been like if he never existed.”
While watching ‘Wonderful Life’ for the umteen-hundredth time the other night, I couldn’t help a despairing feeling that bank CEOs apparently haven’t changed since 1946. Lionel Barrymore’s Mr Potter could very well be the CEO of Citi Group or Goldman Sachs.
‘Wonderful Life’ is an excellent movie with a superb cast but I always feel a little sad for George Bailey. He dreams of someday seeing the world but spends his entire life being the responsible citizen, putting the needs and wants of others ahead of himself. Indeed, if uncle Billy hadn’t been so careless George might not have considered such desperate measures. The extreme nature of George’s crisis is probably what makes the ending so effective. It’s why we root for George Bailey. He’s our ‘everyman’ who fights the system and wins.
Trivia: Thomas Mitchell (Wonderful Life’s Uncle Billy) plays Judge Henry Blake in Pocketful of Miracles
On the other end of the spectrum is Capra’s Pocketful of Miracles (1961) which, in my humble opinion, because of it’s bright view of the world and almost absurd optimism, is a better representation of the spirit of the season.
In Miracles, gangster Dave the Dude (Glenn Ford) and his girlfriend Queenie (Hope Lange) try to turn pan handler Apple Annie (Bette Davis) into a society dame when they learn that Annie’s daughter (Ann-Margret) is coming to visit from Spain with her fiance, a royal. The storyline is convoluted and far-fetched but it hits all the right bells and whistles.
What appeals to me about Pocketful of Miracles is it’s charm. Unlike the seriousness of It’s a Wonderful Life, Pocketful of Miracles is utter nonsense. It’s how we wish the real world worked. It’s a sickeningly sweet saccharine saga full of hope and improbable expectations and I love every single minute of it!
So, whether you’re a George Bailey or an Apple Annie, I want to wish everyone a Happy and Joyous Holiday!
May 2015 bring Peace, Love, Happiness, and Good Health to all.
Walk into Macyâs at 13th and Market Streets (formerly John Wanamakerâs department store) from November 28 through December 31 and youâll see crowds of people standing in the grand court staring upward at the now famous Christmas Light Show.
Yes, thatâs Julie Andrews you hear.
I remember seeing the original show for the first time as a child. I could not have been more than 3 or 4 years old. The happy music, blinking lights and dancing water fountain seemed like magic to me. My grandmother then took me a few blocks east to Gimbel’s department store for a walk through the Christmas village and ultimately, a visit with Santa Claus.
Christmas 1967 (I was two)
I thought it would be interesting to compare the Wanamaker’s and Macy’s productions. While I like the updated version, I do miss the dancing water fountains.
The original John Wanamaker’s Christmas Light Show (archival recording 1983)
The Philadelphia John Wanamaker’s department store premiered their iconic Christmas Light Show in 1955. The show, a large music and light display several stories high, is viewable from several levels of the Philadelphia landmark. Its popularity as a holiday destination for tourists and locals alike ensured a continuous run, even after the building changed ownership from Wanamaker’s to Lord & Taylor, and now Macy’s. The show was narrated for decades by Philadelphia’s own John Facenda, locally known for reporting the news on radio and television, as well as nationally as the voice of NFL Films. Various announcers narrated the show between 1995 and 2005. Beginning in 2006, under Macy’s, Julie Andrews became the show’s narrator.
In 2007, the entire Christmas Light Show was completely modernized and rebuilt by Macy’s Parade Studio on new trusses with lighter materials and LED lighting. In 2008, a new and bigger Magic Christmas Tree with LED lights debuted. However, due to safety concerns and logistical issues, the dancing water fountains were retired and will not return.
John Wanamaker Christmas Show from the 1980’s.
The Updated Macy’s Christmas Light Show (2013)
“The updated holiday show, titled “Christmas Pageant of Lights,” features narration by the actress Julie Andrews” –Â via hdampf007
Greg Sonsini has compiled a list below of music used in the Light Show. Help is requested in finding the artists of those works not yet identified. Please e-mail us at execdirec@wanamakerorgan.com if you can add details.
Opening fanfare during John Facendaâs/Julie Andrewsâ introduction: Provenance unknown.
Selections from Tchaikovskyâs Nutcracker Suite-specifically âOverture,â âWaltz of the Flowers,â and âClosing Waltz,â played during the Nutcracker storyline. Album unknown.
âIn The Clock Storeâ by Charles Orth (1893), which is played during the Clock segment.  The version used in the Light Show comes from an album titled âThe Sound Of Musical Picturesâ (1960). It was arranged by Ralph Hermann and played by the Medallion Concert Band. Walt Disney adapted the piece for one of his Silly Symphonies in 1931. You may here it on YouTube here.
âAlpine Sleigh Rideâ by Frank Chacksfield and his Orchestra, played during the Snowflake sequence.
âRudolph the Red Nose Reindeer,â by the Ray Conniff Singers.
âJingle Bell Rockâ by Bobby Helms, later replaced by âThe Rudi Bear Songâ (part of a Teddy Bear promotion), played during the candy cane, toy soldier and toy drum segment.
âParade of the Wooden Soldiersâ by an unknown artist played during the Santa Express Train segment.
âFrosty the Snowman,â by the Ray Conniff Singers.
A snippet of âSo Long, Farewellâ from âThe Sound of Musicâ movie soundtrack, played during the fading of the snowmen.
âO Tannenbaumâ by the Hollywood Bowl Symphony Orchestra played during the final lighting of the entire board. This was replaced in 1988 by âDeck the Hallsâ by an artist that I have not been able to identify. The arrangement is by Carmen Dragon and has been adopted for the Wanamaker Organ (with grateful assistance from Mr. Dragonâs daughter)Â by Peter Richard Conte.
If you are a registered voter in the United States, you have no excuse NOT to vote.
The midterm elections are much more important than the presidential elections. The midterms determine local politics, the stuff that affects you on a day-to-day basis. If you’re unhappy with what is or isn’t being done, don’t blame Obama. Blame your local elected officials. The president isn’t king. There’s only so much he can do on his own.
Are you out of work? Are you underpaid? Are you barely able to make ends meet? Republicans are giving away the store to corporate interests, leaving us to foot the bill.
That scene could have been written yesterday, but it was two decades ago! Republicans are still shoveling the same crap. Tax breaks to lure companies who provide low wage jobs to families who then still have to rely on food stamps.
What the hell??
We can’t keep letting the GOP sell America to the lowest bidder! We can’t let congress give religious extremists the right to bastardize the constitution to suit their needs!
Please. Vote. Vote as if your life depended on it. If not for yourself, do it for the future of your children, your family, your country.
Thanks to the folks at Word Press, here is a voter information tool to help you find your poling place on Tuesday, November 4th.
It was a simple question, really. But I honestly had no idea. It was a busy day in the middle of a busy week. Neither of us had put much thought into food.
“Isn’t there some chili left in the freezer?”
Well, yes. It is quite possible that one of the unmarked containers in the freezer is the last of the chili. So I took what I thought was a quart of chili from the freezer and set it in the sink to start defrosting while I went about the rest of my afternoon.
We spent much of our free time last week taking stock of what needs to be done around the house before winter settles in. Beyond the usual furnace check-up and window insulation, our kitchen needs painting and the bathtub faucet needs adjusting. So we’ve set aside a few days next week for the anticipated multiple trips to the home improvement store. As usual, I spent the day playing “catch-up”.
When Love got home, he inspected the container that was defrosting in the sink.
“Honey. Are you sure this is chili?
Well, no. I wasn’t entirely sure what was in the container. There are six other quart containers just like it in the freezer. Three of them are chicken stock, two are chicken noodle soup, and one is potato leek soup. All of them are a pale yellow. The one defrosting in the sink was a beef stock brown. So it was either chili or stew. — I told you guys I like to cook.
As I entered the kitchen, Love was holding the container an inch from his nose. His eyes squinted as he turned the mysterious concoction in his hand, trying to identify it’s contents. He pointed at some small shapes visible through the plastic.
“I think these are mushrooms.”
There’s only one way to find out. Let’s heat it up and give it a taste. So I emptied the slushy mixture into a sauce pan and set the heat to low while I finished up the project I was working on. Ten minutes later, Love called from the kitchen.
“I don’t think this is stew, either.”
Now I was really confused! I got to the kitchen and took a look. In the pot was a brown stock with mushrooms floating around and very little else. I could identify some chopped onions. Maybe. But nothing else. We stared at each other for a minute before bursting out into laughter. We threw the mystery sauce away and ate some leftovers for dinner instead.
I still can’t tell you what was in that container. I honestly have no idea.
Since both of us were still in the mood for chili, the next day I made a big pot of it. And if there’s any left for freezing, you can bet I’ll put a label on it.
