This article begins with the author confessing that, despite the obsessively reported images of bloated bodies, unspeakable squalor in the superdome, looting, murder, and mayhem, "... it never occurred to me then that the Jews of New Orleans were suffering."
So what does one do when faced with all this human suffering? One squints, puts on blinders, then sets about to discover and document only the Jewish suffering -- as if recording for posterity the testimonies of KZ-Lager survivors.
This kind of navel-gazing and communal self-absorption has now reached new depths.
This article begins with the author confessing that, despite the obsessively reported images of bloated bodies, unspeakable squalor in the superdome, looting, murder, and mayhem, "... it never occurred to me then that the Jews of New Orleans were suffering."
So what does one do when faced with all this human suffering? One squints, puts on blinders, then sets about to discover and document only the Jewish suffering -- as if recording for posterity the testimonies of KZ-Lager survivors.
This kind of navel-gazing and communal self-absorption has now reached new depths.