Thursday, March 21, 2013

from Commander-in-Chief to...

Coward-in-Chief              “We’re going to a special place,” said my friend Daniel. Since we weren’t using a map, I had no sense of our direction. Everything was similar; we drove through hilly terrain, semi-arid and sparsely populated. We were driving in Israel’s West Bank. Our special place was the University at Ariel.

What struck me about the campus other than its clean air and paucity of automobiles was its simple beauty and its peacefulness. Students there were Israeli Arabs and Jews. I didn’t want to leave; indeed, I wanted to stay and teach there.

Of course, that was a dream. Besides, we had to return to Daniel’s home in Kedumim, a West Bank Eden that is disparagingly referred to as an Israeli settlement. Palestinians work there with stucco and concrete; they are paid well. Even so, they are not trusted to work without being guarded; there have been frightening incidents. The ‘settlers’ have learned to care for themselves. Out of necessity, retired Army personnel bring rifles to the synagogue.

But the people of Kedumim are joyful; they are mostly safe there. In Daniel’s home, with his wife and children, also lived his enfeebled mother-in-law. That late afternoon, she chose me to sit with her. I couldn’t refuse; she wouldn’t have understood. For almost two hours, she told me, in what sounded like a mix of Hebrew and Yiddish and German, what happened to her in Auschwitz, one of Hitler’s many concentration camps.

Her jumble of words began to sound familiar. I realized she repeated her story over and over. Each telling was illustrated with a small group of old pictures of that dreaded place. Again and again, her wrinkled hands held the images of its infamous “Arbeit Macht Frei” gate and the camp’s interior within inches of my eyes.

I could tell she was recounting scenes of friends and relatives whose lives had ended tragically. Now, at Kedumin, her mind was locked as her days were spent recycling those memories. Although I knew she wouldn’t remember our ‘conversation,’ I was honored to have been chosen to be part of it.

That was almost eight years ago. Since then, my friendship with another Holocaust survivor, Solly Ganor, has deepened. After forty years of battling brutal nightmares, Solly wrote Light One Candle, his profoundly important memoir of his childhood circumscribed by the Nazis. Now living in Israel, Solly and I communicate on the Net a number of times each week.

After I land in Tel Aviv this Sunday, my younger daughter and I will meet Solly and his wife, Pola. That will mark the third time Solly and I have met in Israel. This time, just after president Obama’s visit, promises to be different. We’ll talk about the work we’re doing that may result in a movie or a miniseries based on Light One Candle.

Or we may discuss some of the stark realities that made his book so unforgettable. If so, I will be cautious, protective perhaps. In my possession will be two pictures that were just given to me by my friend, Jim.

Neither he nor his friend who found them wanted to keep them. Their images were too upsetting. On the back of each of those small black and white photos is the same message: “Belgique, French, and Polish prisoners of war killed by the Germans and left laying at Buchenwald.”

Should I share them with Solly? What purpose would that serve?

Answering those questions is necessary. Unlike Daniel’s mother-in-law, I am cognizant of their potential impact. Yet, I feel they serve a purpose. Indeed, that’s why I took my partner with me to see Yad Vashem the last time I was in Israel.

Often, each of us stopped while on its zig zag route through revelatory photos about the horrors of the Holocaust and its innocent victims. When my partner shook with tears while saying, “I just didn’t know,” I held her as I cried too. Our tears honored those who were not alive to see them.

Pictures like the ones Jim gave me serve the same purpose. They remind me that my work with and for Solly remains undone; I’m sure he will feel the same.

Many times, Solly and I have summed up our reflections and conversations with the question that seems eternal: Why? Why are Jews persecuted? After his visit to Yad Vashem, I would have liked to pose that question to our President. Sadly, it remains pertinent.

After his (Obama’s) response to more than 200,000 signatories to a petition for the release of Jonathan Pollard, a Jewish prisoner held for twenty-eight years in American prisons, it’s past time to ask Obama that same question: Why?

Details are clear; Obama is not. He has given a coward’s answer to the question. I wish that surprised me.

Please see for yourself at The Jerusalem Post - Editorial -  March 21, 2013  ( an excerpt from the editorial is included as a postscript…)


                                             B. Koplen 3/21/13

…In the US, 30 national Jewish organizations have issued a pre-Passover
appeal to President Obama led by Conference of Presidents leaders Richard
Stone and Malcolm Hoenlein, requesting that Obama release Pollard prior to
his 10,000th day of imprisonment, on April 8, 2013.

After wishing Obama a successful trip to the Middle East, they respectfully
and urgently requested that the president “act on the commutation of his
sentence to time served before this milestone is reached. Mr. Pollard, whose
health has deteriorated, has expressed remorse and regret repeatedly.”

Obama’s answer to a question about Pollard in an interview with Channel 2
television last week was troubling and insensitive. He did not seem to be
aware of the concern among the Israeli public and US Jewry over the
injustice of Pollard’s life sentence, nor of the fear that Pollard’s failing
health threatens to end his life after 28 years in prison.

On the contrary, Obama responded by reducing Pollard’s plight to that of a
common criminal who just wants to get out of jail early. He implied that
Pollard was trying to jump the line without following proper procedure.

The president’s response distanced himself from any direct responsibility
for Pollard’s fate: He suggested that Pollard should avail himself of the
procedures offered by the US justice system which may have “the potential to
ultimately release him.”

Obama stated that his own involvement is limited by law to observing from a
distance to ensure that all prisoners are treated equally, including

The truth of the matter is quite at odds with Obama’s take.

Pollard’s petition for executive clemency landed on the president’s desk on
October 15, 2010. It was presented after Pollard had been in prison for 25
years and had exhausted all legal remedies and procedures.

Nine supplemental filings have been added to Pollard’s petition for clemency
over the past two years. Each additional filing contained copies of letters
from high-ranking American officials urging Obama to commute Pollard’s
disproportionate sentence to time served as a matter of justice.

Among those calling for Pollard’s release are those who have first-hand
knowledge of the case and are familiar with the secret files. They include
former CIA director R. James Woolsey, former White House counsel Bernard
Nussbaum, former senator and chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee
Dennis DeConcini, former US assistant secretary of defense Lawrence J. Korb,
and former attorney-general Michael Muckasey. In their opinion, keeping
Pollard in prison any longer is intolerable and unjust.

Former secretaries of state George Shultz and Henry Kissinger have declared
in letters to the president that the people who are best informed about the
classified material Pollard passed to Israel favor his release.

Pollard’s clemency file contains numerous petitions by American congressmen
and senators, public officials, religious leaders, retired judges, law
professors and a host of other notable individuals and groups calling for
his release as a matter of justice.

Bolstering the outpouring of support for Pollard’s release, a recently
declassified 1987 CIA damage assessment puts the lie to American allegations
that have been used for over a quarter of a century to justify Pollard’s
continued incarceration.

Now in Israel on his first official visit, President Obama owes a formal
response to official appeals by President Shimon Peres and Prime Minister
Binyamin Netanyahu for Pollard’s release.

But more important, Pollard is owed a response to his petition for clemency,
and not a brush-off.

Pollard did as the president suggested. He followed procedure. That
procedure, once exhausted, led to the petition that is sitting on the
president’s desk.

It is not only the president’s constitutional right to set Pollard free from
his grossly disproportionate life sentence. It is his duty.

Pollard is not an ordinary prisoner. He is an Israeli citizen and the victim
of a grave injustice that has gone on far too long.

Only Obama can set Pollard free and with the same stroke of his pen repair
the American system of justice and restore Israel’s confidence in our
closest ally. Mr. President, the buck stops with you and the time is now.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

If it had been you...

Just lucky to be alive    Instigator? Me? It may have been me. My frat brother, Steve, and I wanted to hop on a boxcar of the train that stopped at a tiny station less than 100 yards from my dorm. He wanted to jump aboard when the conductor in the caboose wasn’t looking. I didn’t like that idea.

“We’re from Emory University,” I said to the man, “and we’d like to ride on your train.”

He smiled. Three cars up from his perch was the boxcar I’d pointed to.

“Sure,” he said, genially, “but watch out for the railroad detectives.” He explained that their job was to keep people from riding in the boxcars. Of course, in the mid 1960’s, that wasn’t easy to do. Doors on both sides were left open. A sixth grader could leap in and hide; the cars were cavernous.

Since we only wanted to ride ten or fifteen miles, we didn’t slink in the shadows. Instead, we stood at the opening and waved at drivers of cars who’d stopped at the many crossings. They waved back. Some cheered. As we eventually approached the next station, the conductor yelled to us that a detective was waiting around the coming bend. We thanked him, then jumped as the train slowed. We saw the detective in his black suit and white shirt. He appeared to be irate.

Our jump was tricky. We earned a few scratches when we hit the rocks on the side of the rails. Dusting off our jeans, we ran to safety.

Until tonight, I hadn’t thought of that adventure in years. However, when I read the following article, I revived that memory:

LBN-INVESTIGATES: Some people who became homeless during the Depression would ride on railroad cars because they didn’t have money to travel. Some famous men who rode the rails were William O. Douglas (1898-1980), U.S. Supreme Court Justice from 1939-1975; novelist Louis L’Amour (1908-1988); and folk singer Woody Guthrie (1912-1967). Some scholars claim that more than 50,000 people were injured or killed while jumping trains.

I didn’t know then that we were in such good company. Nor did I realize how dangerous it could have been.

We were very lucky, I thought to myself, never intending to write about that reflection. Indeed, I’d decided to see a movie: I needed to end this long week with a minor distraction.

“One senior for The Call,” I said to a high schooler in the ticket booth.

She smiled. “One ticket for The Call,” she said, with a Cheshire grin.

I knew the cost of the ticket so I pushed my money to her.

“No Sir,” she said, “your ticket is free.”


“Yessir. Earlier someone gave me money to pay for a ticket. So here.”

I looked around, then looked back at her. She was servicing a couple who’d been next in line. No one else was near. I examined the ticket, then texted my partner about what had just happened. For me, it was a first.

Quickly, my partner answered. “Ur lucky,” her message read.

Maybe so, I thought, as I took my seat and watched Halle Berry do a decent job acting a scary role.

After the movie, I thought again about my luck. When I combined the train experience and the free ticket as indicators, I began to feel pretty special. Luck can do that to a person.

But, minutes later, it struck me. I wasn’t so lucky. Although it was true that the ticket girl chose me, the real reason had nothing to do with my luck. It had everything to do with my age. She’s waited to sell a ticket to first senior so she could use the ten dollars she’d been given. I know that because suddenly it was clear that, after she’d handed me what would have been my $7.50 ticket, she pocketed the $2.50 change.

That left me feeling much more ordinary. In fact, it made me wonder whether the real reason the conductor let us on his train might have been because he knew he would enjoy watching us tumble off.

                                    B. Koplen 3/16/13

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Thursday, March 14, 2013

not in time for Valentine's...


If I’ve learned to love, that doesn’t mean you were my teacher, that your songs
made me weep or laugh or run off to fight in a foreign land; it doesn’t mean
your touch persuaded, your kiss mesmerized, your warmth

released an urge to brighten spring like an innocent forsythia. Long before that
I was yours. Long before the first Friday or Saturday, I was your Sunday, but
unnamed, unknown as lyrical lines from an unwritten language about to well

into words. I’d trusted they would come, that I would find them or collect them,
insignias offered by dogwood and fern only you could interpret. I bring them
to you now, as if I were an echo of the love you were about to speak.

                                                B.Koplen 3/14/15

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

special request...

Please, Mr. President         Perhaps you’re like me. I’m still waiting to feel the profound effects of the sequester. [please see: Sequester railroads Biden’s pricey plane travel | Fox News
The looming sequester is forcing the veep to once again take the train -- as opposed to military aircraft -- to his weekend trips home to Delaware. ] I have one suggestion that will immediately save lots of money. Eliminate the U.S. sponsorship of the UNWRA (our country provides approximately 1/3 of its budget). Doing so would not be without good reason:

UNRWA cancels the Third Gaza Marathon
05 March 2013   Jerusalem

UNRWA regrets to anounce that it has had to cancel the third UNRWA marathon
which was to be held on 10 April. This disappointing decision follows
discussions with the authorities in Gaza who have insisted that no women
should participate. Registered participants who still wish to come to Gaza
are welcome and UNRWA is working on a programme of other events, which will
be forwarded to those interested as soon as possible. UNRWA sincerely
regrets the inconvenience this causes those who planned to participate in
the marathon.

Background information

UNRWA is a United Nations agency established by the General Assembly in 1949
and is mandated to provide assistance and protection to a population of some
5 million registered Palestine refugees. Its mission is to help Palestine
refugees in Jordan, Lebanon, Syria, West Bank and the Gaza Strip to achieve
their full potential in human development, pending a just solution to their
plight. UNRWA’s services encompass education, health care, relief and social
services, camp infrastructure and improvement, and microfinance…

I’ve highlighted a few lines that may be worth considering. That said, I must focus on two larger issues. The first concerns President Obama’s trip to Israel. While there, he will be confronted with a request to release Jonathan Pollard.

Netanyahu Plans To Ask Barack Obama To Free Jonathan Pollard During Israel
Trip Premier Hopes to Confront President During Upcoming Visit
By JTA Published March 04, 2013.
… Pollard, a civilian U.S. Navy intelligence analyst who spied for Israel, was
sentenced to life in prison in 1987, despite a plea bargain in which he
admitted his guilt. The calls to release Pollard have intensified in the
last year, with pleas from lawmakers and former top officials of both U.S.
political parties…

Although our President recently commuted the sentences of seventeen people in American prisons, he overlooked Pollard. I would ask Mr. Obama one simple question: WHY NOT? (Yes, I put that in caps; it should be!)

Another concern involves my small role in helping a friend make a wish come true. That friend has decided to convert to Judaism. While exploring family history, my friend found that he had Jewish ancestors in Germany in the 1700’s. Then they were expelled.

That happens a lot to Jewish people. For them, there’s no UNWRA. Nor, I fear, do we have a President who will make amends for Bill Clinton’s renege of his promise to commute Jonathan Pollard’s sentence years ago. Instead, Clinton chose to pardon Marc Rich, a man who’d raised lots of money for Clinton’s campaign. [please see: Op-Ed Contributor - A Pardon to Remember -
[Nov 22, 2008] WHEN President Bill Clinton pardoned a billionaire fugitive from justice on his last day in office, ... The billionaire was Marc Rich, ...]

Now is an opportune time for justice to be served in many ways.

                                    B.Koplen   3/5/13

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