March 18, 1999
Last Sunday evening, by a stroke of luck, I was privileged to watch the movie “Schindler’s List” for a second time. It was shown on NBC and to that network’s credit there were few commercial interruptions. Forty-five minute stretches of pure content were the norm. I believe the final segment extended uninterrupted for well over an hour. It is the kind of movie that at it’s end you don’t move. You sit and stare at the screen as the credits scroll by, still in its wind. It’s been said you have to see it twice.
The unrelenting Nazi extermination of Jews was a foundation of daily life no less than war, food, drink and music. The ashes of incinerated bodies dusted cars, hats and buildings. Bloodlust raged at every level of the elite Nazi corps running ghetto compounds on German turf and in one of them a life-loving German promoter lusted after profits derived from slavery.
An initial reluctant act to save a couple of Jews birthed for Schindler a consuming, heroic and tragically sane endeavor. Newly sensititized to the reality of the holocaust he sank his fortune into buying the lives of nearly a thousand Jews. Facing arrest at war’s end as war criminal and profiteer, Schindler was stunned not by his fate but rather the perception that with earlier recognition and a greater effort he might have saved a few more lives.
Each life unspeakably precious, each an inseparable thread in the tapestry of his own.
Many more people should see this movie. Twice. The work of a master, it represents a benchmark in the evolution of our species and a navigational aid for our future. Even markers through the rear-view beat driving blind and we clearly have a long way to go.
Yesterday forty Albanians were lined up, kneeling in the dirt, compliant and still, and were riddled by a thousand bullets. Bloodlust is licensed in the name of some tortured political, cultural or religious cause promoted by a handful of malignant men. It’s a frequent ritual in Kosovo and in parts of Africa and other places yet today, nearly sixty years after the big war and the Hitler Hell.
I say NATO negotiators should have Serb leaders join them for a showing of Schindler’s List before grouping back to the table or, as the case may be, leaving it. At least we’d know they’d looked at a mirror and, dare I hope, noted the utter irrelevency of the Nazi memory today except as a horror show, a nightmare, a still diseased corpse, a black hole in our time, and, yes, a marker in the road from which we should have long departed.
June 28, 2008
I discovered this site many years later and from it took the following:
These are but a few of the 100,000,000 Christians exterminated by Anti-Christian Jewish Red Commissars in Russia under the orders of Trotsky, the Jewish Commissar of Commissars. Yet Spielberg will never Direct a “Schindler’s List” Movie for them or their genocide. Why is that? Because Jews did it.
My relatives and my fellow Christians were murdered in the USSR under Jewish Marxism between 1917-1945, and many of the Marxists came to Russia from New York to do this to Christians in 1917 after Jacob Schiff, the Jewish anti-Christian maniac banker who owned The Guaranty National Trust, the largest bank in the United States, financed Lenin and Trotsky $35 million for the Red Revolution and the mass killing of these Christian souls. We must never forget this.
— James Stenzel