It seems more than coincidental that two powerful French films opening Friday deal with anti-Semitism, albeit in radically different ways. 24 Days dramatizes the 2006 kidnapping of a young Jewish man in Paris; Because I Was a Painter is a documentary about art created by inmates of Nazi camps.
We cannot hide from reality forever. We cannot occupy the role of Yosef Ha-Kohen indefinitely. For some, the veil behind which they stand might be the law, but for others it could be any number of behaviors.
It is our privilege to be alive while the last Holocaust survivors are still on this earth and our responsibility to ensure that their stories are remembered. Jewish film festivals should live up to this responsibility as well.
Were it not for the efforts of a group of Holocaust survivors and scholars, Antonin Kalina's memory would be lost to history. But today, scattered around the world, there are thousands of people who owe their existence to this man.
One aspect of coming to terms with your own homosexuality is learning about gay culture. I recently got a chance to meet someone who reminded me of this again: Rudolph Brazda, the last known survivor of the Pink Triangles.
It is both symbolic and appropriate that the task of coordinating the official American response to the scourge of international anti-Semitism was entrusted to the daughter of a refugee from Nazi Germany.
We headed over to the beautiful cemetery to say hey to Oscar Wilde, Gertrude Stein, Alice B. Toklas, and others. If the 20th Arrondissement is good enough for them, then it certainly should work for us.