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This podcast is powered by LSJS. Visit lsjs.ac.uk/connect to learn about our Jewish learning journeys & find something that suits you.  What's it like to be part of the Jewish community in Hungary? Home to the second largest synagogue in the world yet a hidden Jewish population that no-one can count, how does it function and what will its future be? Jewish educator, historian and tour guide Szonja Komoroczy is Vice Rector at the Jewish University of Budapest and has lectured and published extensively in English, Hungarian, Hebrew, and Yiddish. As an educator, her passion is to tell the story behind the facts, and, as a tour guide, to show the stories behind various layers of a city or region - historical, social, and architectural, alike. Behind the scenes, she's something of an unofficial ambassador of the community. With a PhD and two MA degrees from Oxford and Budapest, Szonja's main field of research and interest is Hungarian Jewish history and cultural history, and she is especially intrigued by issues related to changes in national identity and language choice. I think Szonja's story and that of Hungarian Jewry is not well enough known and I'm really happy for her to share it more widely on this podcast. For more Jewish learning journeys, connect with us at lsjs.ac.uk/connect. 

Robert J. Wolf grew up hearing the powerful stories of his father, who was once a spoiled only child until his world and the world of his parents was drastically changed overnight. Wolf's family history is marked by profound loss; his grandparents perished at Auschwitz, victims of atrocities that stripped countless people of even the most basic freedoms, like voting or owning a radio. These experiences shaped Robert's perspective, leading him to write about the lessons we can learn from the past—especially how easily lives of comfort can change and the importance of appreciating and defending the freedoms many take for granted today. On this powerful episode of Better Call Daddy, hosts Reena Watts and Wayne Friedman are joined by Dr. Robert J. Wolf, author and son of Hungarian Holocaust survivors. Dr. Wolf shares the extraordinary story behind his book, "Not a Real Enemy," chronicling his family's harrowing escapes from Nazi-occupied Hungary, their resilience through the Holocaust, and their search for safety and freedom. Together, they explore the enduring impact of antisemitism, the miracles that shaped his father's survival, and the universal lessons about courage, humility, and hope. Tune in as Dr. Wolf opens up about what it means to carry on his family's legacy, the importance of educating future generations about the dangers of hatred, and the ongoing fight against antisemitism in the modern world. With reflections from Reena's own father, you'll hear how the lessons of the past can help light the way forward, not just for the Jewish community—but for anyone who values tolerance, compassion, and the fight for freedom. This is a deeply moving conversation about memory, identity, and the power of storytelling to inspire change. (00:00) "Dad's Impressive Medical Achievement" (09:07) Gratitude for Free Opportunity (11:10) Putin's Ukraine War Comments (17:07) Escape from Oppressive Regimes (24:29) Navigating Criticism and Competition (27:07) Humiliation, Hope, and Integrity (32:12) Hope for Unity and Peace (38:37) Confronting Hate Through Stories (44:31) Survivor's Redemption Story (49:16) Pursuing Speaking Engagements Globally (56:02) Preserving Jewish Stories and Awareness (58:28) Jewish Legacy and Overcoming Adversity (01:02:59) Fatherly Advice Connect with Robert https://robertjwolfmd.com/ Connect with Reena Friedman Watts: - Website: bettercalldaddy.com - LinkedIn: Reena Friedman Watts - Twitter: @reenareena - Instagram: @Reena Friedman Watts - YouTube: Better Call Daddy Don't forget to like, subscribe, and share this episode with someone who needs to hear a story of resilience and hope!    

From takeout boxes to feeling boxed in, growing up as a "restaurant kid" is a unique experience. Curtis Chin and Rachel Phan share memories of growing up in their parents' Chinese restaurants Cookbook author Irina Georgescu finds inspiration east of the Danube River in Romania, Serbia, and Bulgaria Jeremy Salamon reconnects with his Hungarian Jewish heritage and the charming childhood created by his grandmother Chef Harry Posner takes advantage of the short window for green almonds Here are all the SoCal James Beard finalists. And don't forget to sign up for the weekly Good Food newsletter!

The Academy Awards are this Sunday. We hear from the two stars of the film The Apprentice, Sebastian Stan and Jeremy Strong. It's about how a young Donald Trump was influenced by the infamous, unscrupulous lawyer Roy Cohn. Also, we hear from Adrien Brody, who is nominated for his starring role in the film The Brutalist, in which he plays a Hungarian-Jewish architect and Holocaust survivor who seeks a fresh start in post-WWII America.John Powers reviews the animated film Flow, which has been nominated for both best animated feature and best international film.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

The Academy Awards are this Sunday. We hear from the two stars of the film The Apprentice, Sebastian Stan and Jeremy Strong. It's about how a young Donald Trump was influenced by the infamous, unscrupulous lawyer Roy Cohn. Also, we hear from Adrien Brody, who is nominated for his starring role in the film The Brutalist, in which he plays a Hungarian-Jewish architect and Holocaust survivor who seeks a fresh start in post-WWII America.John Powers reviews the animated film Flow, which has been nominated for both best animated feature and best international film.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Steffan and Gavia discuss Brady Corbet's acclaimed historical epic The Brutalist, which stars Adrien Brody as a Hungarian-Jewish architect who emigrates to America after surviving the Holocaust. Among other topics, this episode explores the film's ambitious technical artistry, its morally complicated historical narrative, and its role as a successor to "American Dream" dramas like The Godfather and There Will Be Blood.

The front-runner for 10 awards at this year's Oscars tells a multi-decade story of a Hungarian Jewish immigrant in Philadelphia.

New Releases Presence Steven Soderbergh returns to the supernatural thriller genre with Presence, a film that offers a unique perspective—literally. Shot entirely from the viewpoint of a poltergeist, the film follows a family struggling with grief, personal turmoil, and eerie disturbances in their new home. Starring Lucy Liu, Chris Sullivan, and Callina Liang, Presence delivers a deeply immersive experience that plays with perception and psychological horror. But does the concept hold up for a full-length feature? We discuss! The Brutalist Adrien Brody leads The Brutalist, a sweeping period drama directed by Brady Corbet. The film follows a Hungarian-Jewish architect and Holocaust survivor as he rebuilds his life in post-war America. With Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce, and Joe Alwyn rounding out the cast, The Brutalist dives deep into themes of artistic ambition, prejudice, and resilience. How does this slow-burn drama hold up against Corbet's previous work? We break it down. Classic Rewind Erin Brockovich (2000) In honor of Steven Soderbergh's Presence, we revisit one of his most acclaimed films, Erin Brockovich. Starring Julia Roberts in an Oscar-winning performance, this legal drama tells the true story of a determined woman who takes on a corporate giant responsible for environmental pollution. Does the film still pack the same punch today? We take a look back at this powerhouse performance and its lasting impact. Follow & Support Us! Website: I Hate Critics Facebook: Everyone is a Critic Podcast Twitter/X: @criticspod Instagram: @criticspod Patreon: Support Us Merch: TeePublic Store YouTube: Watch Us Check out Jeff's art at Jeff Lassiter Art and read Sean's reviews at Sean at the Movies. Don't forget to rate, review, and subscribe!

The Brutalist tells the story of László Tóth (Adrian Brody) a Hungarian-Jewish architect who survives the Holocaust and emigrates to the United States. He meets a wealthy industrialist, Harrison Lee Van Buren (Guy Pierce), who recognizes his talent, and commissions him to design a grand community center. The opportunity presents both a chance for redemption and a descent into a dangerous power dynamic. Cinematographer Lol Crawley, BSC is currently nominated for an Academy Award for his stunning work on The Brutalist. He and director Brady Corbet chose to shoot on VistaVision, which uses 35mm film horizontally instead of vertically, significantly increasing the image area and resolution. Corbet was always interested in shooting on a larger format in order to capture the landscapes and architecture in the film. VistaVision proved to be a less expensive way to shoot on large format, especially since many rental companies were reluctant to rent their 65mm cameras to a modestly budgeted, independent feature. Lol knew fellow cinematographer Robbie Ryan had also used VistaVision for parts of Poor Things. He was able to use the same technicians Robbie used while The Brutalist shot in Budapest. The choice of VistaVision was not just about technical specifications. For The Brutalist, set in the early late 1940s and early 1950s, Lol felt it was appropriate to use a camera and film stock that evoked the era. Even the photochemical process of film itself added a unique character. “What we have chosen to do with the Kodak stock is to abuse the stock slightly, to underexpose it, to push process it, to come up with a more painterly image or something that we feel depicts a certain era,” says Lol. “And we've found that by underexposing the stock and distressing the dye layers, then forcing the image back up, you're dragging up colors within the shadows that we find to be very pleasing, interesting and more impressionistic or painterly image.” One of the most striking sequences in The Brutalist is the opening scene, a single continuous take following László through a ship as he disembarks in America. Lol, who also operated the camera in most of the film, used a smaller handheld camera for the scene. To accentuate the disorientation as László gets off the boat, the editor decided to flip the images around. “The idea is supposed to be that he comes to America, and it's a new hope,” says Lol. “But the fact that it's untethered and disorientating and flipped on its head is a really ingenious way of representing that László's time in the US is not going to be all he imagined.” Lol's approach to cinematography emphasizes a balance between documenting reality and fiction. “I've always thought that my cinematography was about responsiveness,” he says. "Cinematography is about light, camera movement, and composition. If I had to get rid of one or let one of those things go, it would be the lighting. What I like to do is to have one foot in documentary and one foot in fiction, and be open to respond. So I tend to shotlist less, I tend to storyboard less.” The cinematographer Christopher Doyle told him once, “In Western cinema, you say, 'Here's the frame, how do we fill it?' In Asian cinema we say, 'Here's the world, how do I frame it?'” You can see The Brutalist in theaters. Find Lol Crawley: https://lolcrawley.com/ Instagram: @crawleylol Sponsored by Hot Rod Cameras: https://hotrodcameras.com/ Sponsored by Aputure: https://aputure.com/ The Cinematography Podcast website: www.camnoir.com YouTube: @TheCinematographyPodcast Facebook: @cinepod Instagram: @thecinepod Blue Sky: @thecinepod.bsky.social

Kenny and Mike review and discuss faith reflected in the Academy Award nominated film starring Adrien Brody.  Written, produced and directed by Brady Corbet, the film shows the story of a Hungarian-Jewish holocaust survior, Laszlo Toth (Brody) who imigrates to the United States following World War 2. A renowned architect in Europe, Toth comes to Philadelphia with only a suitcase and an invitation to stay with a cousin who imigrated earlier. After a fallout with his cousin, Toth, living in a shelter, is sought out by industrialist Harrison Lee Van Buren (Guy Pearce) for whom he and his cousin had done work, and was the catalyst for their fallout. Van Buren offers Toth a commission to design a very large civic center and chapel for his hometown outside of Philadelphia.   Following an intermission, the second part of the 3 hour 20 minute film begins with the arrival of Laszlo's wife Erzsebeth (Felicity Jones) and Laszlo's niece Zsofia (Raffey Cassidy) who does not speak and cares for Erzsebeth who is confined to a wheelchair as a result of her time in a concentration camp. The film depicts the struggles the Toth's face rebuilding their lives and relationship after a long separation and in the midst of Van Buren's and societal disdain for them.  Faith Spotted: Gifts for service to the Church as well as talents in life are given by God. People should be humble in their use and any recognition that comes with the talents and gifts.  Gifts to God and communities should be to glorify God and serve the community rather than glorify the individual or family giving it. We are called to be stewards of the gifts and talents God has given us. We are to be truly welcoming and accepting persons of other faiths and cultures including imigrants and refugees who are fleeing danger and or seeking to start a new life. Welcoming includes offering hospitiality and love to others as we do our neighbors.  

New year, same babes. Movie Squad returns to RTRFM's airwaves in 2025 with hosts Tristan Fidler and Simon Miraudo (aka the Blockbuster Babes, fka the Gemini Men), sharing their spicy film takes with Breakfast host Pam Boland (aka “the human airhorn”… actually, forget that, nickname not endorsed). First up, Tristan and Simon review the polarising Golden Globe winner Emilia Pérez, starring Karla Sofía Gascón as a brutal cartel leader who fakes her death and undergoes gender-affirming surgery with the help of her lawyer, played by Zoe Saldana, and to the surprise of her wife, played by Selena Gomez. It's also a musical. Then, Simon covers Brady Corbet's epic other Golden Globe winner, The Brutalist, in which Adrien Brody plays a Hungarian-Jewish immigrant who escapes the Holocaust to find sanctuary in America, only to discover the dark underside of the so-called American Dream. Be sure to tune in to RTRFM every Friday at 7:30am to hear Movie Squad live on Breakfast with Pam. From next week, each podcast will come with some bonus chatter, and keep listening throughout 2025 for some fun surprises as Movie Squad celebrates its 21st year on the air! In the meantime, re-listen to Tristan and Simon's best films of 2024 here.

Anne and Ryan digest the architectural drama, THE BRUTALIST starring Adrien Brody, Felicity Jones, Guy Pearce, and Joe Alwyn. Directed by Brady Corbet and written by Corbet and Mona Fastvold, THE BRUTALIST follows a fictional Hungarian-Jewish architect László Tóth (Brody) as he immigrates to America and falls under the patronage of a wealthy industrialist Harrison Lee Van Buren (Pearce). A critical hit and Oscar front-runner, THE BRUTALIST is undoubtedly epic in its ambition, length, and use of VistaVision, but is the film as monumental as the hype? Join us for a brutally honest discussion that takes some diversions into Wicked, Babygirl, Dave Eggers, Bradley Cooper, Funny Games, The Godfather, The Fountainhead and much, much more! THE BRUTALIST is currently in theaters.

Tilda Swinton stars as a woman with cancer who decides she wants to end her life in the new Pedro Almodóvar film The Room Next Door. She asks a friend to stay with her for her last weeks. She spoke with Terry Gross about the role and her own experience bearing witness to the deaths of loved ones.Also, we hear from award-winning actor Adrien Brody. He stars in the film The Brutalist as a Hungarian-Jewish architect and Holocaust survivor who seeks a fresh start in post-WWII America. Brody tells Tonya Mosley how drew from his mother and grandfather's experience as Hungarian immigrants for the role. Also, film critic Justin Chang reviews the new Mike Leigh film Hard Truths.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Tilda Swinton stars as a woman with cancer who decides she wants to end her life in the new Pedro Almodóvar film The Room Next Door. She asks a friend to stay with her for her last weeks. She spoke with Terry Gross about the role and her own experience bearing witness to the deaths of loved ones.Also, we hear from award-winning actor Adrien Brody. He stars in the film The Brutalist as a Hungarian-Jewish architect and Holocaust survivor who seeks a fresh start in post-WWII America. Brody tells Tonya Mosley how drew from his mother and grandfather's experience as Hungarian immigrants for the role. Also, film critic Justin Chang reviews the new Mike Leigh film Hard Truths.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Adrien Brody won a Golden Globe for his role in The Brutalist, as a Hungarian-Jewish architect and Holocaust survivor who seeks a fresh start in post-WWII America. "I just was in awe when I read the script," he says. Brody spoke with Tonya Mosley about how his family's history helped him with the role, and about his collaboration with Wes Anderson. Also, John Powers reviews the new erotic drama Babygirl.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Adrien Brody won a Golden Globe for his role in The Brutalist, as a Hungarian-Jewish architect and Holocaust survivor who seeks a fresh start in post-WWII America. "I just was in awe when I read the script," he says. Brody spoke with Tonya Mosley about how his family's history helped him with the role, and about his collaboration with Wes Anderson. Also, John Powers reviews the new erotic drama Babygirl.Learn more about sponsor message choices: podcastchoices.com/adchoicesNPR Privacy Policy

Journalist John Lorinc's new memoir, "No Jews Live Here," is a documentation of four generations of his Hungarian Jewish family's journey through the Holocaust, the 1956 Revolution and ultimate settlement in Canada. Lorinc took a journalistic approach to find the facts behind the stories he heard growing up.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

From the spring of 1942 until the summer of 1944, some 45,000 Jewish men were forced to accompany Hungarian troops to the battle zone of the Soviet Union. Some 80% of the Jewish forced laborers never returned home. They fell prey to battle, starvation, disease, and grinding labor, aggravated immensely by brutality and even outright murder at the hands of the Hungarian soldiers responsible for them.  Conscripted Slaves: Hungarian Jewish Forced Laborers on the Eastern Front During the Second World War (Yad Vashem, 2014) constitutes a unique and invaluable chapter in the mosaic of Holocaust history. The laborers' personal accounts speak powerfully to every Jewish family that lived under Hungarian rule during the Holocaust years, because it is their own personal story, but it is not one to be kept in the family alone, since it is profoundly relevant to all people. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

From the spring of 1942 until the summer of 1944, some 45,000 Jewish men were forced to accompany Hungarian troops to the battle zone of the Soviet Union. Some 80% of the Jewish forced laborers never returned home. They fell prey to battle, starvation, disease, and grinding labor, aggravated immensely by brutality and even outright murder at the hands of the Hungarian soldiers responsible for them.  Conscripted Slaves: Hungarian Jewish Forced Laborers on the Eastern Front During the Second World War (Yad Vashem, 2014) constitutes a unique and invaluable chapter in the mosaic of Holocaust history. The laborers' personal accounts speak powerfully to every Jewish family that lived under Hungarian rule during the Holocaust years, because it is their own personal story, but it is not one to be kept in the family alone, since it is profoundly relevant to all people. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/history

From the spring of 1942 until the summer of 1944, some 45,000 Jewish men were forced to accompany Hungarian troops to the battle zone of the Soviet Union. Some 80% of the Jewish forced laborers never returned home. They fell prey to battle, starvation, disease, and grinding labor, aggravated immensely by brutality and even outright murder at the hands of the Hungarian soldiers responsible for them.  Conscripted Slaves: Hungarian Jewish Forced Laborers on the Eastern Front During the Second World War (Yad Vashem, 2014) constitutes a unique and invaluable chapter in the mosaic of Holocaust history. The laborers' personal accounts speak powerfully to every Jewish family that lived under Hungarian rule during the Holocaust years, because it is their own personal story, but it is not one to be kept in the family alone, since it is profoundly relevant to all people. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/military-history

From the spring of 1942 until the summer of 1944, some 45,000 Jewish men were forced to accompany Hungarian troops to the battle zone of the Soviet Union. Some 80% of the Jewish forced laborers never returned home. They fell prey to battle, starvation, disease, and grinding labor, aggravated immensely by brutality and even outright murder at the hands of the Hungarian soldiers responsible for them.  Conscripted Slaves: Hungarian Jewish Forced Laborers on the Eastern Front During the Second World War (Yad Vashem, 2014) constitutes a unique and invaluable chapter in the mosaic of Holocaust history. The laborers' personal accounts speak powerfully to every Jewish family that lived under Hungarian rule during the Holocaust years, because it is their own personal story, but it is not one to be kept in the family alone, since it is profoundly relevant to all people. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/jewish-studies

From the spring of 1942 until the summer of 1944, some 45,000 Jewish men were forced to accompany Hungarian troops to the battle zone of the Soviet Union. Some 80% of the Jewish forced laborers never returned home. They fell prey to battle, starvation, disease, and grinding labor, aggravated immensely by brutality and even outright murder at the hands of the Hungarian soldiers responsible for them.  Conscripted Slaves: Hungarian Jewish Forced Laborers on the Eastern Front During the Second World War (Yad Vashem, 2014) constitutes a unique and invaluable chapter in the mosaic of Holocaust history. The laborers' personal accounts speak powerfully to every Jewish family that lived under Hungarian rule during the Holocaust years, because it is their own personal story, but it is not one to be kept in the family alone, since it is profoundly relevant to all people. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/russian-studies

From the spring of 1942 until the summer of 1944, some 45,000 Jewish men were forced to accompany Hungarian troops to the battle zone of the Soviet Union. Some 80% of the Jewish forced laborers never returned home. They fell prey to battle, starvation, disease, and grinding labor, aggravated immensely by brutality and even outright murder at the hands of the Hungarian soldiers responsible for them.  Conscripted Slaves: Hungarian Jewish Forced Laborers on the Eastern Front During the Second World War (Yad Vashem, 2014) constitutes a unique and invaluable chapter in the mosaic of Holocaust history. The laborers' personal accounts speak powerfully to every Jewish family that lived under Hungarian rule during the Holocaust years, because it is their own personal story, but it is not one to be kept in the family alone, since it is profoundly relevant to all people. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/eastern-european-studies

From the spring of 1942 until the summer of 1944, some 45,000 Jewish men were forced to accompany Hungarian troops to the battle zone of the Soviet Union. Some 80% of the Jewish forced laborers never returned home. They fell prey to battle, starvation, disease, and grinding labor, aggravated immensely by brutality and even outright murder at the hands of the Hungarian soldiers responsible for them.  Conscripted Slaves: Hungarian Jewish Forced Laborers on the Eastern Front During the Second World War (Yad Vashem, 2014) constitutes a unique and invaluable chapter in the mosaic of Holocaust history. The laborers' personal accounts speak powerfully to every Jewish family that lived under Hungarian rule during the Holocaust years, because it is their own personal story, but it is not one to be kept in the family alone, since it is profoundly relevant to all people. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

For today's daily NYFF62 podcast, director Brady Corbet, co-writer Mona Fastvold, composer Daniel Blumberg, production designer Judy Becker, and cast members Adrien Brody, Felicity Jones, Alessandro Nivola, Isaach de Bankolé, Emma Laird, and Stacy Martin discuss The Brutalist, a Main Slate selection of the 62nd New York Film Festival, with NYFF Artistic Director Dennis Lim. An accomplished Hungarian Jewish architect and World War II survivor (Adrien Brody) reconstructs his life in the U.S. and enters the orbit of an obscenely wealthy captain of industry (Guy Pearce) in Brady Corbet's richly detailed, brilliantly acted recreation of postwar America. Interweaving a provocative tapestry of ideas around privilege, money, religious identity, architectural aesthetics, and the persistence of historical trauma, The Brutalist is an absorbing, brilliantly acted American epic that reminds us the past is always present. The Brutalist opens in select theaters on December 20th, courtesy of A24. To learn more and get tickets for this year's New York Film Festival, visit filmlinc.org/nyff

Send us a textIn this episode of Chefs Without Restaurants, host Chris Spear sits down with Jeremy Salamon, the talented chef behind Agi's Counter in Brooklyn and author of the newly released cookbook, Second Generation. Jeremy, a second-generation Hungarian Jew, has made waves in the culinary world, earning accolades like a James Beard Award nomination and a spot on Bon Appetit's Best New Restaurants list in 2022.Jeremy shares his journey from working in some of New York's finest kitchens, to how his Hungarian heritage inspired him to open Agi's Counter. We dive deep into his modern interpretations of traditional Hungarian dishes, the personal stories behind his cookbook, and how family traditions have influenced his career. Jeremy also discusses his approach to cooking, how his Hungarian-Jewish roots shape his dishes, and the importance of maintaining authenticity while innovating in the kitchen.JEREMY SALAMON and AGI's COUNTERFind Jeremy, Agi's Counter and Pitts on InstagramThe Agi's Counter WebsiteBuy the book Second GenerationCHEFS WITHOUT RESTAURANTSIf you enjoy the show and would like to support it financially, please check out our Sponsorship page (we get a commission when you use our links).Get the Chefs Without Restaurants NewsletterChefs Without Restaurants Instagram, Threads, TikTok and YouTubeThe Chefs Without Restaurants Private Facebook GroupChris Spear's personal chef business Perfect Little BitesSupport the show

On this episode of the Christopher Lochhead: Follow Your Different, we have a conversation with Dr. Robert Wolf and delve into the harrowing yet inspiring story of his father, a Hungarian Jewish man who survived the Holocaust and escaped oppressive regimes. This episode is not just a recounting of historical events but a powerful call to action against the rising tide of anti-Semitism and cultural intolerance. You're listening to Christopher Lochhead: Follow Your Different. We are the real dialogue podcast for people with a different mind. So get your mind in a different place, and hey ho, let's go. Dr. Robert Wolf on the Importance of Remembering History Dr. Robert Wolf's book, "Not a Real Enemy", is a poignant reminder of the atrocities of the Holocaust. His father's story, filled with both tragedy and resilience, underscores the importance of remembering and educating others about this dark chapter in history. Because of this, Dr. Wolf expresses deep concern over the current rise in anti-Semitism, noting alarming statistics such as the belief among some young Americans that the Holocaust is a myth. This ignorance is dangerous and highlights the need for proactive education and awareness. The Role of Resilience and Redemption & Understanding Geopolitical Tensions The conversation also touches on the power of resilience and redemption. Dr. Wolf shares his father's journey of rebuilding his life after the Holocaust, emphasizing the importance of integrity and dedication to helping others. They then explore the complexities of geopolitical tensions, particularly focusing on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and the broader implications involving Iran. Dr. Wolf and Christopher discuss the historical prejudices and the potential for cooperation and economic growth among Arab nations. Fostering Understanding and Empathy Throughout the episode, Dr. Wolf emphasizes the importance of education and community engagement in combating ignorance and fostering a more inclusive society. He advocates for proactive efforts to educate others about the Holocaust and the dangers of hatred. To hear more from Dr. Robert Wolf and his thoughts on Antisemitiism and the current world events, download and listen to the episode. Bio Dr. Robert J. Wolf is a neuroradiologist with an educational background from the University of Michigan Medical School, Brown University, and Yale University. Inspired by his parents' harrowing experiences escaping communist Hungary and the Holocaust, Dr. Wolf authored "Not a Real Enemy," which recounts his family's survival and the tragic history of Hungarian Jews during World War II. He shares these stories with audiences worldwide, aiming to preserve and highlight this important history. Links Learn more about Dr. Robert Wolf! Website | LinkedIn | X (formerly Twitter) | Facebook | Not A Real Enemy We hope you enjoyed this episode of Christopher Lochhead: Follow Your Different™! Christopher loves hearing from his listeners. Feel free to email him, connect on Facebook, X (formerly Twitter), Instagram, and subscribe on Apple Podcast / Spotify!

Linda Ambrus Broenniman, author of “The Politzer Saga”. Follows the intricate lives of own Politizer family. After a house fire in their adopted hometown of Buffalo, that Linda went on her quest for answers and information, and discovered 8 generations of her father's hidden Hungarian Jewish lineage. This rare genealogy is rich with history alongside the psychology of uncovering a new identity. There's a permanent exhibition at the Rumbach Synagogue in Budapest about the family. She was raised Catholic, and her father took his secret to his grave. Linda's mother, Dr. Clara Ambrus, harbored Jews in Hungary where she met her husband and kept his secret as well. Her mother is honored at Yad Vashem among names like Schindler and her memory is being celebrated this May with a city mural in Buffalo. Set against the backdrop of political turmoil, familial struggles, and personal triumphs, the story explores themes of power, love, betrayal and redemptions. This compelling narrative, “The Politzer”, offers a journey through the highs and lows of one family's journey through history. Linda will discuss her incredible family story about history, identity, belonging, and faith. For more information: https://politzersaga.com/

Robert Wolf, M.D., grew up as the only child of Ervin and Judit Wolf. Their stories of their escape from communist Hungary, and his father's tragic history of escaping the Nazis twice but having his own parents deported to Auschwitz, inspired Robert to document his parents' tales and share those stories with Jewish groups and others throughout the United States. In "Not a Real Enemy", Robert shares his family saga and the forgotten history of the nearly half million Hungarian Jews who were deported and killed during the Holocaust through an epic and inspiring tale of daring escapes, terrifying oppression, tragedy, and triumph. Robert Wolf is featured in national media and TV, including ABC TV, NBC TV, FOX TV, CBS TV and more. For more information on Robert Wolf and on "Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom," please visit: https://robertjwolfmd.com and follow @robertjwolfmd on social media. 3 Top Tips  Educate about antisemitism Inspiring story, touching and poignant Appreciate what we have in the free world, vs the dark world Social Media  email: Robert@RobertJWolfMD.com  Website: http://RobertJWolfMD.com  X: https://www.twitter.com/@RobertJWolfMD  LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/robert-j-wolf-md  IG: https://www.instagram.com/robertjwolfmd  FB (Meta) author page: https://www.facebook.com/NotaRealEnemy  YouTube channel: http://youtube.com/robertjwolfmd This link is to Amazon and Barnes & Noble in order to purchase the book Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom, write a review, read the many other reviews, and/or learn more about 4 award-winning “Not a Real Enemy.”

ACT 3: In the thrilling finale of Table Read's "Love & Darkness,” Eden's relentless pursuit of the Fran Litsz scholarship yields astonishing results as Devorah stumbles upon a heart-wrenching secret about her new employer, Clara.  Meanwhile, in the aftermath of Avrum's and Moshe's unjustified arrest by the Hungarian police, Dov, Isaac, and Wolf begin a quest for vengeance against those who betrayed their family, setting the stage for a dramatic and emotionally charged climax. ____ LOVE & DARKNESS is a multi-generational saga tracking the triumphs and tragedies of a large, powerful Hungarian Jewish family during WWII. Based on an incredible true story.A Hungarian Rabbi, Avrum Katz, and his family face a relentless storm of anti-Semitic oppression in 1941 Hungary. When their lives are shattered by a secret revealed and a shocking act of violence, they're thrust into a world of dark secrets and impossible choices. As they struggle for survival on the brutal frontlines of war, 'Love & Darkness' is an epic tale of family, sacrifice, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. ____ Presented by Nomono and recorded exclusively with Nomono Sound Capsules.The Table Read Podcast is partnering with HIAS, a Jewish-American nonprofit organization that provides humanitarian aid and assistance to refugees, for this series. ____ Follow Table Read (@TableReadPodcastLA) on Instagram for more info! Visit: https://www.tablereadpodcast.com/ Contact: manifestmediaproductions@gmail.com  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

ACT 2: In our previous episode, the rivalry between Captain Tibor and Dov over Inga's love intensified, culminating in a brutal fight that Dov emerged victorious, leaving the Captain humiliated in front of his men. Meanwhile, Avrum's oldest daughter Devorah has made a new friend, single mother Clara, who's offered Devorah a babysitting job, while Eden, who faced discrimination in the school band due to their Jewish heritage, is being tutored by family friend Fenric in hopes of securing a spot at the prestigious Franz Liszt school of music in Budapest for a special summer program. And lastly, Avrum and his eldest son, Isaac, visit Avrum's father, Moshe, when Isaac makes a shocking discovery — the Hungarian police are about to forcefully enter Moshe's house. ____ LOVE & DARKNESS is a multi-generational saga tracking the triumphs and tragedies of a large, powerful Hungarian Jewish family during WWII. Based on an incredible true story.A Hungarian Rabbi, Avrum Katz, and his family face a relentless storm of anti-Semitic oppression in 1941 Hungary. When their lives are shattered by a secret revealed and a shocking act of violence, they're thrust into a world of dark secrets and impossible choices. As they struggle for survival on the brutal frontlines of war, 'Love & Darkness' is an epic tale of family, sacrifice, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. ____ Presented by Nomono and recorded exclusively with Nomono Sound Capsules.The Table Read Podcast is partnering with HIAS, a Jewish-American nonprofit organization that provides humanitarian aid and assistance to refugees, for this series. ____ Follow Table Read (@TableReadPodcastLA) on Instagram for more info! Visit: https://www.tablereadpodcast.com/ Contact: manifestmediaproductions@gmail.com  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

ACT 1: We witness Dov Katz's forbidden love for Inga, a non-Jewish girl from their town, much to the dismay of his father, Rabbi Avrum Katz. Meanwhile, Wolf, Dov's brother and a Jewish freedom fighter, returned from Poland with news of the raging war engulfing Europe. Adding to the intrigue, Avrum received a mysterious letter from his estranged father, Moshe, in Budapest, which may hold clues to their unsettling fate revealed in the opening flash forward: becoming prisoners in a Hungarian Jewish Labor unit. ____ LOVE & DARKNESS is a multi-generational saga tracking the triumphs and tragedies of a large, powerful Hungarian Jewish family during WWII. Based on an incredible true story.A Hungarian Rabbi, Avrum Katz, and his family face a relentless storm of anti-Semitic oppression in 1941 Hungary. When their lives are shattered by a secret revealed and a shocking act of violence, they're thrust into a world of dark secrets and impossible choices. As they struggle for survival on the brutal frontlines of war, 'Love & Darkness' is an epic tale of family, sacrifice, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. ____ Presented by Nomono and recorded exclusively with Nomono Sound Capsules.The Table Read Podcast is partnering with HIAS, a Jewish-American nonprofit organization that provides humanitarian aid and assistance to refugees, for this series. ____ Follow Table Read (@TableReadPodcastLA) on Instagram for more info! Visit: https://www.tablereadpodcast.com/ Contact: manifestmediaproductions@gmail.com  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

LOVE & DARKNESS is a multi-generational saga tracking the triumphs and tragedies of a large, powerful Hungarian Jewish family during WWII. Based on an incredible true story, this project will be adapted as an action-packed historical podcast. LOVE & DARKNESS explores themes of discrimination, anti-Semitism and hope that remain relevant in today's world. With these timely issues in mind, we will be partnering with a to-be-announced philanthropic organization that we will be supporting through this podcast.Summary:Avrum Katz (47) is a Rabbi and the patriarch of a large family in 1941 Hungary. Hungary is an ally of Nazi Germany and has been implementing increasingly strict anti-Jewish laws. Avrum's family owns a farm and butcher shop in a small town. His son, Dov (22), brings a Christian woman, Inga (22), to the bris of Avrum's first grandchild. Captain Tibor (30s), a Christian army captain, sees Inga at the celebration. He becomes enraged when he learns that Inga loves Dov and not him. In retaliation, Tibor has the Katz's butchershop shut down, cutting off the family's livelihood. Dov is infuriated and beats up Captain Tibor. Avrum and his son Isaac (24) travel to Budapest to meet with Moshe (70), Avrum's estranged father and a powerful businessman, to ask if he can get the shop's license reinstated. While there, Avrum and Moshe are unjustly arrested by the police for “inciting rebellion.” It's clear that Captain Tibor is responsible. As payback, Dov, Isaac, their brother Wolf (23), and Uncle Yehuda (43) murder Gyorgy (40s), an anti-Semitic neighbor who reported the Katz family to Captain Tibor. Captain Tibor slays the family's cattle as revenge. It's then shockingly revealed that Captain Tibor is secretly Jewish. In the final scenes, Avrum and Moshe are at the forefront of the Hungarian and Nazi's battle against Russia. They have been forced into the Hungarian army's Forced Labor Battalion. Moshe offers to walk in front of Avrum so Avrum can say a prayer before the men are forced to cross a minefield. Moshe is then killed by an exploding mine in front of his son. When it's Avrum's turn, he miraculously makes it to the other side and becomes determined to escape. Presented by Nomono and recorded exclusively with Nomono Sound Capsules.The Table Read Podcast is partnering with HIAS, a Jewish-American nonprofit organization that provides humanitarian aid and assistance to refugees, for this series. ____ Follow Table Read (@TableReadPodcastLA) on Instagram for more info! Visit: https://www.tablereadpodcast.com/ Contact: manifestmediaproductions@gmail.com  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Cornelius (Cornel) Lanczos (February 2, 1893 – June 25, 1974) was a Hungarian-Jewish, Hungarian-American and later Hungarian-Irish mathematician and physicist. According to György Marx he was one of The Martians. He was born in Fehérvár (Alba Regia), Fejér County, Kingdom of Hungary to Jewish parents, Károly Lőwy and Adél Hahn. Lanczos' Ph.D. thesis (1921) was on relativity theory. He sent his thesis copy to Albert Einstein, and Einstein wrote back, saying: "I studied your paper as far as my present overload allowed. I believe I may say this much: this does involve competent and original brainwork, on the basis of which a doctorate should be obtainable ... I gladly accept the honorable dedication." In 1924 he discovered an exact solution of the Einstein field equation representing a cylindrically symmetric rigidly rotating configuration of dust particles. This was later rediscovered by Willem Jacob van Stockum and is known today as the van Stockum dust. It is one of the simplest known exact solutions in general relativity and is regarded as an important example, in part because it exhibits closed timelike curves. Lanczos served as assistant to Albert Einstein during the period of 1928–29. In 1927 Lanczos married Maria Rupp. He was offered a one-year visiting professorship from Purdue University. For a dozen years (1927–39) Lanczos split his life between two continents. His wife Maria Rupp stayed with Lanczos' parents in Székesfehérvár year-around while Lanczos went to Purdue for half the year, teaching graduate students matrix mechanics and tensor analysis. In 1933 his son Elmar was born; Elmar came to Lafayette, Indiana with his father in August 1939, just before WW II broke out.  Maria was too ill to travel and died several weeks later from tuberculosis. When the Nazis purged Hungary of Jews in 1944, of Lanczos' family, only his sister and a nephew survived. Elmar married, moved to Seattle and raised two sons. When Elmar looked at his own firstborn son, he said: "For me, it proves that Hitler did not win." During the McCarthy era, Lanczos came under suspicion for possible communist links. In 1952, he left the U.S. and moved to the School of Theoretical Physics at the Dublin Institute for Advanced Studies in Ireland, where he succeeded Erwin Schrödinger and stayed until his death in 1974. In 1956 Lanczos published Applied Analysis. The topics covered include "algebraic equations, matrices and eigenvalue problems, large scale linear systems, harmonic analysis, data analysis, quadrature and power expansions...illustrated by numerical examples worked out in detail." The contents of the book are stylized "parexic analysis lies between classical analysis and numerical analysis: it is roughly the theory of approximation by finite (or truncated infinite) algorithms." Original video ⁠⁠here Full Wikipedia entry ⁠⁠here⁠⁠ Cornelius Lanczos' books ⁠⁠here --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/theunadulteratedintellect/support

Author Robert Wolf, MD shares the story of his parents fleeing their homeland during WWII. "The disc, my father's story, called out to me. I felt like it summoned me." BIO Robert Wolf, MD, grew up as the only child of Ervin and Judit Wolf. The stories of their escape from communist Hungary, and his father's tragic history of escaping the Nazis twice but having his own parents taken to Auschwitz, inspired Robert to document his parents' tales and share those stories with Jewish groups and others throughout the United States. In "Not a Real Enemy" Robert shares his family saga and the forgotten history of the nearly half million Hungarian Jews who were deported and killed during the Holocaust through an epic and inspiring tale of daring escapes, terrifying oppression, tragedy, and triumph. About "Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom" Robert Wolf, author and speaker released his new book "Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom." The book details the remarkable story of his family's history that follows his Jewish parents and grandparents first living under the Nazis, and then under the communist regime in Hungary. It explores the depths of his family, shares their experiences, and his father Ervin Wolf's quest for freedom. In 1944, almost half a million Jewish Hungarians are deported to Auschwitz. Among the few surviving Hungarian Jews from this era were young men who, like Ervin Wolf, were conscripted into the brutal Forced Labor Service where they were cut off from the outside world and ordered to endure inhumane brutalities and servitude. Once freed, a new oppression took hold as a communist rule under Stalin turned friends into foes, enveloped the nation in fear and suspicion, and tested everyone's character and strength. This is the true story of Ervin Wolf and his family as the fascist tide of Eastern Europe takes hold of Hungary. From Wolf's comfortable upper-class life to imprisonment, daring escapes, tragic deaths, cloak-and-dagger adventures, and Ervin's final escape to freedom in the dead of night, "Not a Real Enemy" is a page-turning tale of suspense, tragedy, comedy, and ultimately, triumph.  "Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom" by author Robert Wolf is available at retailers and online including at Barnes & Noble, Walmart, and Amazon. For more information on "Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom" visit: www.robertjwolfmd.com Get his book on Amazon: "⁠⁠Not a Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom⁠⁠" Follow @robertjwolfmd on social media. Learn more about your Host, Kim Lengling at www.kimlenglingauthor.com You can also buy me a coffee in support of the show! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Letfearbouncet --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/letfearbouncepodcast/message

Available on Amazon and leading online bookstores worldwide. Hungary, 1944. Almost half a million Jewish Hungarians are deported to Auschwitz. Among the few surviving Hungarian Jews from this era were young men who, like Ervin Wolf, were forced into the brutal Labor Service where they were cut off from the outside world and forced to endure inhumane brutalities and servitude. Once freed, a new oppression took hold as communist rule under Stalin turned friends to foes, enveloped the nation in fear and suspicion, and tested everyone's character and strength. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/daniel-lucas66/message

I was particularly interested in hearing again about the life of hashtag George Soros, the demonized Hungarian Jewish philanthropist who by all their accounts is a f****** communist! Actually he's all for free speech and against authoritarianism! So of course the Republicans hate that s*** !! It's really outrageous y'all put up with these Republican m**who are all TRAITORS!!! Both DeSantis and diaperDon should be disqualified from public office. DeSantis just humantrafficked and abducted hundreds of Venezuelan asylum seekers, new immigrants to this country, new Americans. This action was unlawful, horrific and criminal and he should be prosecuted as a human trafficker to the fullest extent of the law - - shout out to sheriff Salazar in El Paso what is the status of your investigation into charges against Abbott of Texas and jacinta Florida for abducting hundreds of refugees basically and dropping them off in front of vice President Kamala Harris's residence as a PR stunt!!! What ungodly behavior! And both of these men should be, must be forced to resign from office they both must be impeached! Removed from office however that's done in Florida in Texas, I don't think Texas has a recall elections yet! Why don't you get them and get rid of your governor too both of these men are unfit too serve the Public's best interests only their own. Diaperdon of course instigated an #insurrection on January 6th and now he's f****** trying to start another one! By the way I have always said he should be charged with treason and terrorism for January 6th. Any lawyers out there want to volunteer? Who would have thought that one person could cause so much f* death and destruction? As a note to my friends, I'll have you know that I have called many times for diaperDon to get the death penalty capital punishment for the over 1 million Americans he is directly responsible for their death! Not just because you refuse to wear a f* mask during a pandemic! But because of this: Nurses in trashbags that's why !!!!!! I just had a great idea - go for the death penalty, but allow it to be commuted to lifetime sentence at rikers Island with his f** accountant hahaha And that nearly a third of the country is brainwashed by this s***** ass media situation, it's a corporate media Monopoly whereby four corporations own all of our media! So I've been telling the justice department to break it up! If you want to help my campaign call them yourselves 202-514-2000 so sick of this f* right wing terroristic garbage! Garbage in garbage out, America! It's a monopoly it's poisoned the minds of many Americans and turns this into a s******* country! Because the corporate media backup the worst criminal in human history! I wrote literally hundreds of letters to the editor to all the major publications around the world! And around the country especially NOT ONE LETTER WAS PUBLISHED IN OUR AMERICAN CORPORATE MEDIA! And I worked many years for the media in the media as a journalist writer researcher scholar features writer travel news entertainment languages history archeology interviews... So I know how to write a letter to the editor! They refused to allow me to share my opinion. I have traveled the world and as an award-winning researcher and scholar of the world's best universities, I was able to study with some very smart people! I'm still being geofenced to this day- by #DHS, AND @pimasheriffs too! It started under diaperdon's regime, and I think this administration just kept on truckin with that. #ceaseanddesist I am surveilled by the government without a warrant! And so are you no doubt, because we have a fn Patriot act an invasive policy that needs to be overturned along with #citizensunited once we expand the courts! @potus @joebiden hey Biden how about some #TERMLIMITS too???? For #scotus and #uscongress Republicans where are you with all this big government???? Oh you are too busy not trying to snatch women's bodily autonomy away from them! It's just a

We all have people in life that stimulate our mind and how they happen to come into our life is always sometimes precarious. So my Hungarian Jewish Hungarian friend older, we have these daily talks sometimes and sometimes weekly, monthly, bimonthly. But it's always good because he's so full and rich with.And fun. Here's our message to you. Have a good listen. It's relative. And today what is, what the progresso did, reversing the two words. But as I told you and you concurred with me, that it's impossible to put those two words in the same sentence, in the same breath. One reason only three words. Once you are a socialist, you are tyrant my way or a highway.And the two best examples for you. I'm surprised you read that so well. I can even determine by you getting that pseudonym so these lefties wouldn't know and traced you. I truly tip my head. You're not a girl to get compliments, but this was smart. No, Mike, nobody can. Yeah the, smartest one can figure out who is nana.Nana is a lady's whether she's a babysitter, . Anyway, why I am telling you this, because these two examples tell you all a when Judge Kava the, Roe versus Wade happened. All these lunatics. They woke idiots, the Antifa and all these, they marched in front of his home wanting to hang him, right?And the second one is even a better proof. And you know this in your dreams, if you take 1000 children and 1000 PA parents, right? Which side?  you can't even say it with a straight face would agree. No, first, which side would not even allow the grandchildren to visit the children much less. They would never go at the same Christmas table together.It's not 50, 60, 70%, it's 110% clear cut. Because a conservative would never turn away from a. No of course. Can you find better examples than these two ? It's, rather simple once you get past the, how do you say it? The, once you get past the illogic, it's very logical, right?No question. But the problem is you get stuck in the illogic rather easily because that's an emotional thing. illogic is always an emotional thing. I don't know when we originally met, if I mentioned to you this about our country versus Israel. Regarding Trump, did I ever mention to you, because I don't wanna repeat myself.No, I don't remember we we met at my house in Santa Monica, in front of my house in Santa Monica. You the one who opened my eyes. Susan Rosenberg, when I mentioned to you, you said she lives in our neck of the woods. That stunned me, . It's funny how, it's funny how I can tell you how I learned English.It's funny how you read memory one. And of course, those four years Latin in medical school made me beat 95% of these college idiots in the game of Scrabble , but in advance and in master rooms. Mike. Then that's my pastime. I think I may have mentioned to you that in America, the television, the entire media, New York, slimes, LA Times, all the constipated network news work,  like Mike Levine co.That's I, he coined the words, not me. . Yes. Yes. . The reason I listen to him, you may even know this about him. He's the best US Constitutional attorney. Yeah. Bar. Mike Levine. Yeah. He even, he started I think, ner serving in Nixon administration. Correct. Anyway as far as knowing the Progresso of course Dennis Prager incredible knowledge, but I, he changed my mind actually one day.You know why? Because he gave the title. David Horowitz. Oh, with him? Yeah. Why? Because he, came from a communist family, right? Incidentally, speaking of communist family, who do you think Vagina Giggles father is? Who? The re You don't know who Vagina Giggles is? No. You are the humorist. . Tell me who paved her way all the way to the.Through what? You stumped Kamala No way. At age 29. You're not aware. She was the conine of Willie Brown in San Francisco. Oh, I knew that. Okay. So from then on, and when first word came out that the Progresso may pushed push her in the White House, Willie Brown was vehemently against.He knows that she's a empty skirt. She is a, airhead complete. You notice anytime she doesn't have an answer, what does she do? Giggles. Incessantly. . Yes. The clown, that's part of their, plan though, right? Is to put people who don't have original thoughts, but are good actors. Look at a question to you, Mike.Yeah I'm, having my cereal now. Yeah. Do you Recall or have you seen? Cuz I never watched tv. I played the game of Scrabble with all around the world on pogo.com and it's not like word with friends heck, you have a half a day to think of a word. No, it's competitive chess. 45 seconds to two minutes, you lose a turnNah. Way life should. Why I am asking you who is running the country? Of course, everybody knows that the corpse, like B, BBC calls him the corpse, not me. Look, just two best examples for you. When a person says that he's been 160 years in Senate, hello, four lifetimes, Yeah. And the second biggest doozy, he said, you may have heard it maybe not about a year ago, he said The first time since World War II, Putin invaded Russia.Hello? His own country. Yeah.  is obl. There's no question about that. But the reason I mentioned to you about Barak Hussein, Because he was on  show and I got it. I read news in couple languages, right? I got this clip on the internet and I had to put it on my telephone. It's about a 32nd clip, and if you haven't heard it, I'll play it to you now.That's what I'm looking for, where he says, the question came, Mr. President, have you ever considered the third term? Now, here is verbatim what he. This doesn't show the whole thing, but I remember him saying the following, actually, many, many a times, I am missing the camaraderie. And if I could be sitting in a basement in my jogging suit and two earpieces and they'll implement my ideas, I'll be fine with that.what do you think of? That's happening so officially, it's his third term. I'm sorry, unofficially. The fact is his first two terms were a failure, right? There's no question. So the question 1%, g d p, the worst in history. So this validates that his ego is bigger than his mind.There is no question. And but, The issue is, I've con come to the conclusion, and I've always said this, he is the weakest link because of, the same reasons that in the old parable, the giant fell. Right? Because you gotta realize as the ego grows, so does the everything else diminish because we can always only work at a capacity of a hundred percent.He is the weakest link. Now, what's putting that in front of him? We already know. We see the world economic, we see all the things that's happening. We're seeing the plan. The plan is pretty obvious because it's getting toward the end. Not of end times, I just mean the end of their plan. You see what's happening in Canada, you see why they want Newsom there.You see why they're gonna push him out, biting out so they can put Newsom in there so they can have a, what they want is, America to be a puppet, right? They're trying to, in Mexico, they're trying to implement a Mexican woman who's the mayor here, who's just a puppet, Uhhuh once again, right? So, they're putting puppet masters.They're not even masters. They're puppets and, they have faces and ideas that are very against the people, but at the same time, that is how they've done it. They've done it by manipulating the ego to want to succeed, which is natural. But I, still have a question though. You're a, deep philosopher of, knowledge.What's the end? The people who are manipulating all this, I'll tell you what, when you see around us now, left center, whatever, 79% of the population don't like to pay 9 99 for 18 x in the 99 cents. They see what's happening. They don't need to be awakened, yeah. That's one. So that's why it cannot continue.And look again in, I surmise to you the last 24 months, in just one example, I believe it's as clear as daylight. At first, if you remember, it was 6.8 trillion wasted, right? Now they added another 1.8. So yeah. Subsequently, after 8.3 trillion wasted. Zero accomplished absolute zero. They can't. Now they throw the word infrastructure.That's bullshit because the best example really tells you how big of a liars they are. , your best example is what? That 450. If you look at that. Package that has four 4,500 pages, you know that nobody . It's like Nancy Pelosi said, if you remember several years ago, you have to pass it to see what's in the bill, to have the time to read.It's for given to Arab countries to protect their border. When I don't have to reiterate to you how porous ours is because zero control. 750 terrorists marched across this last year and 5 million people from 38 countries just marched through you to remember. There is no country on universe other than if, you look into it Canada, that has no borders because they are our baby brother.If anybody lifts a pinky against Canada, we are right there with, this Ukraine situation I, do know that we are going overboard because I read a speech by it's, he sounded like a no. His name is, either probably Chinese, whoever is the head of un, he was saying that Ukraine has no borders, which is very true.It's not a separate country. It was over. It was part of what Union of Soviet social. Yeah. Former US Russia. One thing is for sure that Crimea always belonged to Russia. Since Catherine the Great, I may have even mentioned that to you before. But Ukraine, there are two places, Donbass and Donk.I would say almost 10 out of 10 people, Russian speakers, so Ukraine simply took advantage of them because they were attacking them and they treated them like third class citizens. But the rest, Putin is a thug. Goes without saying. Just look at his background. Out of kgb in the most vulnerable, as I told you before in, the world Eastern Germany and the Americans were shedding crocodile tears about 30,000 American soldiers.Yeah, I learned in Soviet army that there were three quarter million Russian soldiers on that border. Wow. For the, they had a good reason. If I give you the numbers, America says 20 million Russians lost lives. It's twice as many. Wow. So Zov the one in charge who finally totally crushed the Germans.Zov said when they mo hoisted the flag over Hitler's bunker, that in Russian. We going to erase the Germans from face of the map. Wow. That's the reason for, and this, number, I'm giving you three quarter million I heard in 1967 during the Mid East War because Russia was like two peas in a pod or, like my former managers say they were tight as frog pussy  with with, them.Oh my God, that I learned English in the hood 38th and Crenshaw . So matter of fact since you are not a brother, you may even be stunned. What I what in a humorous way. No, actually, it's a jargon because 99% of Huns, they call us , were lost. I'll remind you the incident. You definitely know it. It took.When Schmo Bamba, as always jumped into conclusion, racism, the call came in when Skip Gates, the professor in Chicago lost his keys coming back from a trip and across the street the neighbors called in. Two people burglarizing a home. When he heard that he stepped on his Dali, like this black man called his feet , he quickly invited them.This part you million percent aware of the beer fest in the White House, right? To make peace between. Luckily, one of those three cops was a brother. Otherwise, this would've never happened. This. The professor Gates and his body broke the bag last somehow. They were indoors already. The man in charge, Sergeant Crow, walked over the, window and, him peeking out.He asked him politely. Professor Gates kindly step out on the porch for four or five minutes, and my nephew, captain. Michael Weiss in New York is a police captain. It's customary on a burglary. You For last time they have to check every nook and cranny because the accomplice may be hiding. Lurking in the closet.His answer was the cause for the arrest. That's when the black cop spoke up and says, Sarge, I'm putting the shackles on this man. Let him mouth off down. So just to teach him a lesson formality, as you can imagine, they hauled his ass downtown quarters. There are tens of thousands of jokes. , I'll put it on the plate for you.Your mama is so fat. Yo mama is so ugly. I have to hang pork ups on her ears for my dog to play with her . But in this case, what is your opinion? What was yo mama. I step out for yo mama . That was the answer. My god. So the black cop spoke up? Yeah. You talk to an average white person. They'll say he offended him.That's quite ambiguous. , what do you think it meant that it warranted the rest. When I told this to a black pen, he couldn't stop laughing for five minutes. Yeah, , he got it. Of course. You know it meant what it actually meant is, I'll step out for your mama who's a who is a, puttanot for you. Fool. These are the nuances. Rest are simple. No, I truly understand. American Colloquialism. Yeah, . But let's, I was regarding languages. I happen to be a linguist because folks are much better in mathematics. Algebra, not me. Weakest. Now this, you must recall when we first met, and you mentioned to me that you're moving in a few months in Mexico, right?I told you're gonna be lost even though you have Spanish descent, but your English is so impeccable. I don't think you understand Spanish and you're correct what you do. And I'm surprised. So you know what that tells me? Put you in Hungary. And it Eight, eight months you speak Hungarian? Yeah. . I loved Hungary though.They were the first ones to stand up against Stalin's regime, yeah, I know. Hungary was that when I went there, it was a very fascinating I, don't know why I became engrossed by it. I really, I just did, I didn't go to, I, and I didn't even go to, the bad parts where the parts, everything happened.I was there, I just didn't go in. I just was engrossed by everything about it. I don't know why. Then they told me that Hungary was the Mexico of Europe . And I'm like, okay. Oh, maybe that's why , GWE, Mexico of Europe. In what regard? I, didn't get it. The poor. The poor and the manufacturing. And they used to, they the poor that are there in Hungary and that they went up the workers.Workers in Hungary. Yeah. That they were in the past, in the history. I don't know in history or how well you understood it, but Hungary was little America for Russians. Yeah, I know that. Everything. No, We lived, you know how far we lived from Hungary. How about 10 kilometers. Oh, wow. Which is less than six miles.Yeah. First of all, I learned here in America, this was telling you that come September of 1945,he was of Georgia and descent. Of course, Stalin gave a nice present. To the capital of Transcarpathian region is exactly where I'm from, where my wife was born in the capital ua, and I am from a small Hungarian town where 100% Hungarians. Nobody even spoke any Russian. You ask how to get to the nearest post office and you'll be lost.Because we had six Hungarian schools, one Ukrainian, and one Russian. As you can imagine. For children of border patrol offices so that's where my mama enrolled me. But to show you that I'm not exaggerating about being a linguist if, look, if until age 26, I haven't spoken three words of English, and yet by 1976 when I was already managing the dealer.And when you work in a mamma papa store, you know you overworked and underpaid. I had to write those contracts, Mike, not in Majo, my mother tongue, Hungarian. It's called Mojo because even the country is called Mojo is the nation. Ah, SAG is the country. So thus the word is . Hungary in, in Hungarian. So why?I'm telling you, not in that my language not Russian, Ukrainian, as you can imagine, was forced on us in the Ukrainian Soviet tripa. But in English, I never made a mistake because that's a dealer's biggest nightmare, right? And if there were no computers, And what you may not realize, a dealer loses practically half of the car value and there's no point going to lawyers.It even cost double. In other words, worst nightmare the dealer cannot imagine than an unwind, meaning the customer takes the car Next day the bank is telling me that the down payment should be instead of 2,500 3,500 or the credit was weak. In those days you didn't have T r W. But we fax, yes.And I had to decipher the person's ability to repay that loan. So bottom line is I never made an error in my contract. That's why when I got my second job at an Acura in a Toyota store in the valley. Keys, Acura, you may have. I know that. Yeah. I know that they, hired me on the spot because when I wrote on my resume that no unwinds, that means I don't believe people bringing back a car.That was the clincher. But you can imagine by 1980. Two. How relieved I was. The very first computers I was involved was like a big suitcase. Yes. And IBM , you recall? It was. It was actually in car business. It was oak leaf and it was geared for all the Programs for dealerships, and the forms.So they came, they just told me which one is which, and they left me alone. And, that's how you can imagine the relief I had. I didn't have to do all these when your parents were getting cause by hand. I could just put in the information in that right quick suitcase and it just prints out like a breeze.So what I'm trying to tell you is, It was a great help for me as far as cutting time for customers to wait. But regarding Hungarian language, I had an interesting example when a Turkish person that will tell you the, common family of Hungarians Turks they. Finn Finnish language many thousands years ago, they were breathing because as a general manager at Kaiser Brothers I, think I told you, it was downtown across convention center.Your parents knew it as a third oldest Oldsmobile dealer in the nation. If the granddaughter was 94 years old, you can imagine they've been there since 1917. They own about eight blocks downtown. So why am telling you this? Because when I worked there This fellow was sitting with my salesman taking an application.And in those days, in early nineties, they had cassette tape players, and when I brought back his car appraising, assessing the value how much to allow him, I asked him a question. I, said, you're not Turkish, are you are not Turkey shy. And he said, hi, did you see my applic? I said, no. When I told him how I came to conclusion, I said, I popped your cassette layer.I wanted to see the, how it functions your A M F M cassette, and I see on the cassette you know what he told me? What very clever. He said, , I figured out that he's Turk. Because that's the only countries I know that do all this. It's not all, it's not a. Even elementary words in Hungarian is not simple.Ju just like Russians, for example. If I went to this Hungarian town Russian school, Of course, I'll tell you as far as knowing Russian, when I opened my mouth in Russian, you wouldn't believe it. What they say here in Santa Monica, they think I was born in Moscow and I pretend to be  Hungarian. Of course, I tell you why, probably mimicking the words and listening is, these two.And of course what I'm not telling you the most helpful in Russian for me. The 10th Soviet army, 30 months, I was the head of a pharmacy. They used my medical knowledge in making drugs. They didn't have an Eli Lilly and Merck and all that. I had to make those drugs by hand.  mixture. And I, remember  new land in Russia where it's 99% frozen, everything.Soldiers had scabies left and right. You can imagine why. Lack of cleanliness, right? Lack of so that, that's what I picked up really mainly the, ized accent. And here one more help was we, befriended the Russian couple in 70. And they came to buy an Omega in that, in those days, Boyd Peterson, where I worked at Crenshaw, was an old, small and a Jaguar store.And when, I don't know if you're aware or not, but Cars in America were bought like you or the food in the restaurant. The parents came in, I have 150 cars in inventory. And by the time I was the manager and the manager always. Gas and demo as a perk. So they fell in love with my Regency 98, which was like a Cadillac de elegance.The color, the vogue tires with gold dreams, et cetera. And we said in the industry, they deed me. They took my horse here away with 218 miles . So we, wouldn't need, but otherwise you ordered a vehicle according to your SP specification. SMO believe even had a mo, a slogan, can we build one for you? Oh wow.And within six weeks, your car comes the way. Desired. Wow. You don't need to buy unwanted options. So why I'm telling you this, because ever since they very quickly they promoted me. La Later, about eight months into it, I asked Mr. Peterson, the owner, I said, why? I was never trained in this. Because they made me a manager first.They made me in four months, a closer. Why? Because one Saturday I substituted the manager and the gross prophet was more than twice as what Mike McBride was doing. Oh, wow. So later on they relegated him. You may even know the area 54th and Crenshaw closer to Lawson. We had a Volvo and a British Leland dealership.I call them zoom, calls the TR seven and et cetera, the ones that making the noise, right? So I became the general manager. Why I am telling you this, because that's what I picked up the knowledge. But when my, I deviated what I answered to my boss, no. When he answered to me, when I asked him how come I was not trained, he says, I Simply thought that you are a member of KG B because  by 75, he says, you lived in America only two and a half years and your English impressed me.He said . Sohe playing it Smart Russian folks, for example. No, it's some linguistic ability if the the reason. When Russian people speak, they still continue in their own mother tongue, and Russian is a soft language. Three simple letters. Mike, they unable to pronounce, for example, any. They don't say any.They say any, many. You may even notice because in, in Los Angeles, there were plenty of Russians already. Yeah. You see now on the beach, I see them exercising about 120 of them. And the instructor, of course she, really makes out nicely $15 a pop. She makes about pretty nice money. About 1800 every Sunday.Wow. Times four.  and uncle Sam knows nothing about . Yeah. , but seven grand. Yeah. Once I joked with them when I came to California, there were not three Russian speaking in the whole town because Russia was an iron curtain. Do you know regarding this, your best illustration would be my mother.We are Hungarian Jews and. Mama's brother lived out of nine children. Two survived those 79 death camps, right? And it took mom 27 years just to come and visit them from 45 when Stalin took over right until 70 to December. And the response in Russia was always cookie cut. The. In your request to visit United States is declined.Your request could be reevaluated in eight months. End of story. Wow. And that's for all those years. So this reminds me, I'll leave you with this best example about blowjob Clinton. Oh God.  you, naive Americans were given some fables on the when, he was first for president. He was running right in 91.They asked him under what circumstances. Were you able to travel to Russia in 1967? And the song and dance you were all given, including you, you had to swallow it. He was a Rhode Scholar. My funny bone , you look at and this, factoid I may have mentioned to you when we met. Did I or did I not? Yeah, you did.Yeah, that's what I remember. Yeah, because you looked exactly like Paul Allen. And he was kicked out from Oxford for his marks, his views. Do you see how exactly and turn goes? Yes, Exactly. Exactly. That's a convenience position, right? That's a convenience position for power. Yeah. There is no question.Yeah, and he was just as an empty suit as Obama, basically all of them, except he was shiftier because he's actually. Narcissist. Both are, yeah, both. But, about Obama, I did tell you the most important part where he got his philosophy. Franklin, I remind you. Franklin Marshall Davis Jr. He's Angela Davis card, Kerry, communist father. we need anymore? Yeah, you gotta remember what attracts people to those readings. I from a philo, from a, for philosophical viewpoints. It's fine to read them, but that's the difference is the people who are attracted to them, meaning they, they read them as a lessons plan because they don't have the concept or in the intellect to decipher what they really.So that's, the problem. That's, the, unfortunately those positions and those people often are shifty enough to find people who will give them power to continue because they want something, right? So it always boils down to the same thing are you my prostitute or are you leaving meWhich one are you? But I do know about, I know the whole background of both that. You, heard the name Sola Lins of course. Yes. Rules for radicals. Yes. Hillary Raham Rotten. I call her rotten. She was meeting him for coffee, corresponding with him. She's just as Marxist as his incidentally.Speaking of that, you know what I learned, from Dennis Prager about Marxist that, and this will surprise you. M l K belonged to that group. Wow. And I'm not surprised the Black Panthers in those days. Oh yes. This was when you were no more than five years old. They were rebels. Do you know?Yes, I do. All this, all these communist movement. Yep. The Dipper Reagan stopped it cold. Yep. But now the movement is picking up scene, big time. But it wouldn't get too far. Yeah, because it's, funny how mental disease it's, a truth that those in power rewrite the history. And because the next generation either doesn't have time or trust, the history is true.

Dr Gabor Maté is one of the world's most revered physicians, specialising in addiciton, trauma, ADHD, stress and childhood development. As a young person, strangers would stop him in the street to remark upon his frightened-looking demeanour. Dr Maté believes he inherited trauma from his mother, a Hungarian Jewish woman trying to escape the Nazis. His book, The Myth of Normal is his first book in 14 years and seeks to understand and respond to the epidemic of physical and mental illness throughout society.

"Despite the terror of the Soviets, it was clear that not even their mighty tanks could eradicate the social tides that now, like a tsunami, could not be turned back. The power of the movement forced Ernő Gerő, just a few months into his rule, to step down the next day and communist officials appointed Imre Nagy as Prime Minister. Despite this acquiescence, the violence only escalated. The Soviets were intent on crushing the movement with as much brute force as possible, killing and arresting protestors en masse, sending more and more dying and critically injured young people to the hospital where Ervin and his team worked in a constant state of shock." Robert J. Wolf is a neuroradiologist. He shares his story and discusses his book, Not A Real Enemy: The True Story of a Hungarian Jewish Man's Fight for Freedom. SUBSCRIBE TO THE PODCAST → https://www.kevinmd.com/podcast RATE AND REVIEW → https://www.kevinmd.com/rate FOLLOW ON INSTAGRAM → https://www.instagram.com/kevinphomd FOLLOW ON TIKTOK → https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinphomd GET CME FOR THIS EPISODE → https://earnc.me/8gynsk Powered by CMEfy - a seamless way for busy clinician learners to discover Internet Point-of-Care Learning opportunities that reward AMA PRA Category 1 Credit(s)™. Learn more at about.cmefy.com/cme-info

Writer Susan Varga sees her life as full of hard joys - including her Hungarian Jewish family's surviving WWII, her recovery from the stroke which destroyed her ability to write and speak, and finding the great love of her life in middle age

Join Cheryl Lee - That Radio Chick on STILL ROCKIN' IT for news, reviews, music and interviews with some of our favourite Australian musicians.Today we share a recent phone chat with ARIA Hall of Famer, the rich, soulful, passionate and husky voiced singer Renee Geyer.Renee, youngest of three children to Hungarian Jewish father and Slovak Jewish mother, a holocaust survivor, survived the headiness of the 70s and 80s Australian music scene, spent time living, working and performing  in the US, returned to Australia and after 50 years in the business, continues to entertain us into her 60s.Includes Songs:Renee Geyer   -   Heading in the Right DirectionAretha Franklin   -   RespectRay Charles   -   Hit The Road JackWhat is Renee Geyer  up to at the moment?   Let's find out .....

In this episode, I want to share with you  6 insights I gained from listening to an interview with Dr Edith Eger. Edith is a psychologist practising in the United States. Born to Hungarian Jewish parents, she is a Holocaust survivor and a specialist in the treatment of post-traumatic stress disorderHer memoir entitled The Choice - Embrace the Possible, published in 2017, became an international bestseller. Her second book, titled The Gift - 12 Lessons to Save Your Life was published in September 2020.The insights I am going to share are from the interview with Rangan Chatterjee on his podcast Feel Better, Live More and also from Edith's book's The Gift and The Choice. These are the insights that really resonated with me and are lessons we can apply to our own lives.Items mentioned in the Episode: Dr Rangan Chatterjee Feel Better Live More Podcast - Dr Edith Eger Interview - https://drchatterjee.com/auschwitz-survivor-dr-edith-eger-on-how-to-discover-your-inner-power/Mike Mandel - The Brain Software Podcast - https://mikemandelhypnosis.com/podcast/Edith Eger - The Choice: A true story of hopeUSA - https://amzn.to/3Lw0iKxUK - https://amzn.to/3vpXxVsEdith Eger - The Gift: A survivor's journey to freedomUSA - https://amzn.to/38yIOi2UK - https://amzn.to/38C87Q8Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.

Richard Rhodes won a Pulitzer Prize for his definitive book on the development of nuclear weapons called “The Making of the Atomic Bomb.” It's one of 26 books he's written, several of them focused on the world in the nuclear age. He joins Tim to talk about the wartime effort that changed everything, The Manhattan Project. This Encore Episode was first released November 4, 2019. https://traffic.libsyn.com/secure/shapingopinion/Encore_-_The_Building_of_the_Bomb.mp3 In 1938, nuclear fission was discovered in Nazi Germany just in time for Christmas. News of the scientific breakthrough was published in Germany, and later in a British scientific journal in 1939. At that same time, many Jewish scientists had escaped or were in the process of escaping from Nazi Germany. They would continue their lives and work in places like Canada and the United States. The persecution of the Jews was quickly brewing as the imminent threat of war loomed. These scientists knew the Nazis personally. They also knew that Germany still had many good scientists working on nuclear fission. This fact worried a group of Hungarian Jewish scientists who came to the United States from Germany. They wondered if the Nazis were developing an atomic bomb. They knew that it was possible, if not probable. How much progress have the Nazi scientists made? No one knew. Once Hitler had a bomb, would he use it? Everyone knew the answer to that question. Something else they knew, they had to help the United States develop the bomb before the Germans, and to do that, they had to get the attention of the President of the United States, Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The same thing was true in Great Britain. They enlisted the support of Albert Einstein, who together with scientist Leo Szilard, signed a letter to the president informing him of the grave threat. It worked. Winston Churchill also made a persuasive argument of his own. That was the formal beginning of America's commitment to the nuclear age. The actual beginning was on Monday, August 6th 1945 when the United States would drop a bomb called “Little Boy” on the Japanese city of Hiroshima that would forever change the threat of war in the world. Colonel Paul Tibbets piloted a B-29 bomber called the Enola Gay that dropped the bomb that would kill at least 70,000 people, and through radiation poisoning that total would rise to somewhere between 90,000 and 160,000 within a year. That bomb was the first time in history that an atomic bomb would be used in warfare, bringing about a swift end to the Allies' war with Japan and that country's unconditional surrender. Just as the bomb sent shockwaves in its wake, so, too did the emergence of the nuclear age. For the first time, one bomb could eliminate entire cities, leaving immediate and residual devastation. This in the context of the burgeoning Cold War, where the United States stood up against its geopolitical rival the Soviet Union, which was on its way to becoming the world's other nuclear power. In the ensuing decades as tensions between the super powers ebbed and flowed, no one ever felt as safe as they once did before the nuclear age. Richard Rhodes has authored 26 books, and has studied the nuclear age like few others. He has been a visiting scholar at Harvard, MIT and Stanford. He is an emeritus member of the Atomic Heritage Foundation's Board of Directors, and has interviewed several of the Manhattan Project's scientists in his work. Links Richard Rhodes (website) The Making of the Atomic Bomb, by Richard Rhodes (Amazon) Manhattan Project, History.com The Atomic Heritage Foundation Why They called it The Manhattan Project, New York Times About this Episode's Guest Richard Rhodes Richard Rhodes is the author of 26 books including The Making of the Atomic Bomb, which won a Pulitzer Prize in Nonfiction, a National Book Award and a National Book Critics Circle Award; Dark Sun: The Making of the ...

This episode features a paper given by Jon Hughes at the BSSH's seminar series at the Institute of Historical Research. Jon's paper,'We met the most serious opposition in the Ministry of Propaganda': Borders, Limits, and Summits in the German-British mountain film Der Berg ruft / The Challenge (1938)' is a fascinating look at how Anglo-German film-making took place during the increasingly fraught period of the 1930s. Read more in Jon's description below ... In this paper I will present a reassessment of a mountaineering film released in parallel German and English-language versions at a politically fraught historical moment: Der Berg ruft, directed by Luis Trenker in 1938, and The Challenge, co-directed by Trenker and Milton Rosmer, also in 1938. By exploring their framing of a story revolving around contested borders and summits, I will reflect on their status as transnational examples of the Bergfilm (mountain film) genre. Drawing on recent archival research, I will argue that they both reflect and challenge the ideological and cultural investment in mountaineering in Germany and Britain; in particular I will consider whether Trenker's later claim to have struggled with Goebbels' Ministry of Propaganda is credible. I will conclude by exploring the circumstances that allowed this co-operative production - the making of the British film, which received support from the British Alpine club and was produced for Alexander Korda's London Film by the German emigré Günther Stapenhorst from a screenplay by the Hungarian-Jewish author Emeric Pressburger, reveals the extensive and powerful networks that connected both mountaineering and the film industry in Britain and Germany in the 1930s. Dr Jon Hughes is reader in German and Cultural Studies at Royal Holloway, University of London.

Chris Hedges discuss James Joyce's Ulysses with Professor Sam Slote on the centennial of its publication. One hundred years ago this week, Sylvia Beach, who ran the bookstore Shakespeare and Company on 12 rue de l'Odéon in Paris, placed a copy of a book she had published, ‘Ulysses' by James Joyce, in the window. Ulysses, with white letters on a blue book cover, had been rejected by publishers in English-speaking countries. The story takes place during a single day in Dublin, June 16, 1904. It would swiftly become one of the most important novels of the 20th century, at once ancient and modern, drawing its inspiration from Homer's ‘The Odyssey'. Ulysses is the Latin name for Homer's hero Odysseus. The mythical figures in Homer's epic are reincarnated in the lives of the Irish working-class. Ulysses, king of Ithaca, mastermind of the Greek war against Troy, heroic voyager, and merciless slayer of the suitors who besieged his wife during his long absence, becomes in Joyce's hands Leopold Bloom, a 38-year-old ad canvasser for the nationalist newspaper Freeman's Journal. Leopold, of Hungarian Jewish extraction, mourns throughout the book his infant son Rudy who died over a decade earlier, a loss that severed his sexual relations with his wife Molly. Ulysses' son Telemachus, who sets out to seek his long-absent father at the beginning of The Odyssey, is reincarnated as Stephen Dedalus, a fictionalized version of Joyce's younger self. Penelope, the faithful wife of Ulysses, is reincarnated as Molly, the adulterous wife of Leopold Bloom who during the day has a tryst with her lover Hugh ‘Blazes' Boylan. “Unimpressive as Bloom may seem in so many ways,” writes Joyce's biographer Richard Ellman, “unworthy to catch marlin or countesses with Hemingway's characters, or to sop up guilt with Faulkner's, or to sit on committees with C.P Snow's, Bloom is a humble vessel elected to bear and transmit unimpeached the best qualities of the mind. Joyce's discovery, so humanistic that he would have been embarrassed to disclose it out of context, was that the ordinary is the extraordinary.” Joyce's characters exhibit our common human frailties, inconsistences, contradictions, and ambiguities, not to mention explicit bodily functions from defecation to masturbation. They evoke our sympathy and respect, offering, perhaps, a new conception of greatness. Professor Sam Slote is a Joyce scholar and teaches English at Trinity College Dublin. He is in charge of the Symposium to be held at Trinity College to mark the centennial of Ulysses' publication.

In this episode, actress Laur Allen shares her personal story of her family culture growing up, and what inspired her to integrate law and media in creating a positive impact in the AAPI community.   Laur is an LA native of Chinese, British, and Hungarian-Jewish heritage. As an actress, Laur made her network TV debut as the recurring character "Juliet Helton" on CBS's "The Young and the Restless." You can find her starring most recently in the LGBTQ+ holiday romcom "Christmas at the Ranch," alongside Amanda Righetti, Lindsay Wagner, and Archie Kao. Laur was the first mixed-ethnicity Miss Los Angeles Chinatown Queen and proudly went on to represent the Los Angeles Chinese community at the Miss Chinese International Pageant in Hong Kong. Her involvement with these cultural pageants inspired her to continue working with the Southern California Chinese community to this day and also to pivot her career from behind-the-camera to acting. Prior to acting, Laur worked as a production assistant, then in production and development, and finally in the television marketing department at Sony Pictures Entertainment. While working on "The Young and The Restless," Laur began law school at USC Gould School of Law, and in February 2021, she was admitted as a member of the State Bar of CA. With a strong passion for advocacy, Laur aspires to create an empowering platform, incorporating both acting and law, through which she can make a positive humanitarian impact and represent her community.  

Lily Ebert was just a teenager when war broke out across Europe. Born into a large Hungarian-Jewish family, she was deported to Auschwitz concentration camp after Germany invaded Hungary in 1944. She survived the ordeal, along with two of her younger sisters. All three went on to build lives after the war; marrying, having large families – but never speaking of the horrors they had experienced.       But after suffering a bereavement in the 1980s, Lily started to revisit her experiences – and began to speak out. Now, at the age of 97, with the help of her great-grandson Dov she has become an unlikely TikTok star, sharing her story with a new generation of followers online. Lily and Dov spoke to Emily Webb about Lily's experiences during the war - and the viral tweet that brought her internet fame.   Get in touch: outlook@bbc.com Presenter: Emily Webb Producer: Zoe Gelber Picture: Lily Ebert and Dov Forman Credit: Tereza Červeňová

Lily Ebert was just a teenager when war broke out across Europe. Born into a large Hungarian-Jewish family, she was deported to Auschwitz concentration camp after Germany invaded Hungary in 1944. She survived the ordeal, along with two of her younger sisters. All three went on to build lives after the war; marrying, having large families – but never speaking of the horrors they had experienced.       But after suffering a bereavement in the 1980s, Lily started to revisit her experiences – and began to speak out. Now, at the age of 97, with the help of her great-grandson Dov she has become an unlikely TikTok star, sharing her story with a new generation of followers online. Lily and Dov spoke to Emily Webb about Lily's experiences during the war - and the viral tweet that brought her internet fame.   Get in touch: outlook@bbc.com Presenter: Emily Webb Producer: Zoe Gelber Picture: Lily Ebert and Dov Forman Credit: Tereza Červeňová

Harvey Brownstone conducts an in-depth interview with Anthony Loder, Son of Legendary Actress and Inventor, Hedy LamarrAbout Harvey's guest:Anthony Loder is the son of one of the most glamorous and fascinating screen goddesses in cinematic history.  At one time, she was considered the world's most beautiful woman:  Hedy Lamarr.    She lit up the screen in films like “Algiers”, “Boom Town”, “Ziegfeld Girl” and “Samson and Delilah”.  But what very few people knew, until her son made a point of bringing worldwide awareness to it, is that Hedy Lamarr was not just an actress.  She was a mathematical and scientific genius.  At the beginning of World War II, she and composer George Anthyle developed a radio guidance system using frequency-hopping spread spectrum technology for Allied torpedoes, intended to defeat the threat of jamming by the Axis powers.  The technology that she invented is largely responsible for the creation of wireless communications, including cell phones, GPS,  Wifi and Bluetooth.  She was inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame in 2014.  Our guest produced a fascinating documentary in 2004 called “Calling Hedy Lamarr”, and he also appeared in the 2017 documentary entitled “Bombshell: The Hedy Lamarr Story”. Hedy Lamarr, born Hedwig Eva Maria Kiesler was an Austrian-born American film actress and inventor.  Her father was born to a Galician Jewish family in Lemberg (now Lviv in Ukraine) and was a successful bank director.   Trude, her mother, a pianist and Budapest native, had come from an upper-class Hungarian Jewish family.  She had converted to Catholicism and was described as a "practicing Christian" who raised her daughter as a Christian.Lamarr helped get her mother out of Austria after it had been absorbed by the Third Reich and to the United States, where Gertrude later became an American citizen. She put "Hebrew" as her race on her petition for naturalization, which was a term often used in Europe.After a brief early film career in Czechoslovakia, including the controversial Ecstasy (1933), to avoid the Nazi persecution of Jews following the Anschluss, she fled from her husband, a wealthy Austrian ammunition manufacturer, and secretly moved to Paris. Traveling to London, she met Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studio head Louis B. Mayer, who offered her a movie contract in Hollywood. She became a film star with her performance in Algiers (1938).  Her MGM films include Lady of the Tropics (1939), Boom Town (1940), H.M. Pulham, Esq. (1941), and White Cargo (1942).  Her greatest success was as Delilah in Cecil B. DeMille's Samson and Delilah (1949).   During World War II, Lamarr learned that radio-controlled torpedoes could easily be jammed and set off course.  She thought of creating a frequency-hopping signal that could not be tracked or jammed. She and a friend, composer George Antheil, drafted designs for the frequency-hopping system, which they patented on August 11, 1942.In 1997, Lamarr received the Electronic Frontier Foundation Pioneer Award and the Bulbie Gnass Spirit of Achievement Bronze Award, given to individuals whose creative lifetime achievements in the arts, sciences, business, or invention fields have significantly contributed to society. The principles of their work are incorporated into Bluetooth and GPS technology and are similar to methods used in legacy versions of CDMA and Wi-Fi.  This work led to their induction into the National Inventors Hall of Fame in 2014.For more interviews and podcasts go to: https://www.harveybrownstoneinterviews.com/https://www.hedylamarr.com/#HedyLamarr #AnthonyLoder  #harveybrownstoneinterviews

Enid Zentellis thought she knew everything about her Holocaust-surviving, Olympic swimming-qualifying, nudist Hungarian grandmother.  But when she discovered that she might have also been a spy for the Allies, it not only caused her to reconsider WWII history, it helped lift her out of her personal grief and helped to understand the power of individual resistance. Today on the podcast is award-winning filmmaker and newly-minted podcaster, Enid Zentellis. In her podcast, “How My Grandmother Won WWII” she discovers the truth about her Hungarian Jewish grandmother's covert work for British Special Operations during WWII, and in the process changes her entire conception of who were family was then and is today. On Femtastic Podcast, Enid discusses the extensive research and travel that went into discovering her grandmother's history, and how the process changed her. She talks about what it was like to do this research during a time when fascists and white supremacists were becoming a regular presence in Trump's America, when the parallels between modern-day America and WWII Hungary were becoming more and more glaring. Enid describes how others can begin to research their family history, whether or not that research results in shocking findings or mere glimpses into the contexts in which our forebears lived. 

#342: On this episode we are joined by Dr. Edith Eger. Born to Hungarian Jewish parents, is a psychologist practicing in the United States. She is a Holocaust survivor and a specialist in the treatment of post-traumatic stress disorder. Her memoirs entitled The Choice - Embrace the Possible, published in 2017, became an international bestseller. Her second book, titled The Gift - 12 Lessons to Save Your Life was published in September 2020. On today's episode Dr. Edith joins us to discuss How To Improve & Change Your Life Using Forgiveness, Perspective, Resilience, Gratitude, & Love. To connect with Dr. Edith Eger click HERE To connect with Lauryn Evarts click HERE To connect with Michael Bosstick click HERE Read More on The Skinny Confidential HERE For Detailed Show Notes visit TSCPODCAST.COM To Call the Him & Her Hotline call: 1-833-SKINNYS (754-6697) This episode is brought to you by Policy Genius  Spring is springing as we speak, and it’s the perfect reminder to tidy up and get your life in order. Why not start by protec6ng your family with life insurance? Policy Genius makes it easy to compare policies from as little as 15 dollars a month. You might even be eligible to skip the in-person medical exam. Go to www.policygenius.com to get started! This episode is brought to you by JuneShine JuneShine Hard Kombucha is the most insanely delicious, better-for-you alcohol. t’s made with real, organic ingredients and unlike other alcoholic beverages, they are transparent about every ingredient they put in their products. Best of all, it doesn’t leave you with that I’m-too-full-after-drinking feeling, but it does give you a lighter, brighter buzz. We’ve worked out an exclusive deal for Skinny Confidential podcast listeners. Receive 20% off PLUS Free Shipping on their bestselling variety pack. This is a great way to try all of their delicious flavors. Go to www.juneshine.com/skinny or use code SKINNY at checkout to claim this deal. This episode is brought to you by Pique Tea Ever since I discovered Pique Tea, I’ve been obsessed. I now incorporate at least a cup of Pique into my daily routine and it’s really been increasing my productivity levels. Pique Teas are made from organic high quality tea leaves and ingredients sourced from around the world, delivering up to 12x more antioxidants than any ofor heavy metals, pesticides and toxic mold so you know you’re getting the best stuff.    Use code “SKINNY” for 10% off piquetea.com. They rarely (if ever) have sales so you’d definitely want to check this out! P.S. This discount does not apply to their fermented pu’er due to their limited quantity.ther tea. What’s better is that they are all Triple Toxin Screened The episode is brought to you by AncestryHealth  Your inherited health risks don't have to stay unknown. Learn if you're at lower or higher risk for some commonly inherited conditions linked to breast cancer, colon cancer & heart disease, with AncestryHealth. Find out what your DNA says about genetic risk with AncestryHealth®. Head to Ancestry.com/SKINNY to get your AncestryHealth® kit today! Produced by Dear Media 

A granddaughter's journey to discover the truth about her Hungarian Jewish grandmother's covert work for the British Special Operations during WWII.

TALES OF VALOR EP. 54: Lee Kessler | Lee Kessler and other POW's on a forced march crossed directions with Hungarian Jewish slave laborers on their way to be put to death. What emerged was deeply personal but became deeply impactful to countless others. Watch the VIDEO version of the podcast: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYX1SMWU_U5gnPDQFI4HIJw?view_as=subscriberhttp://www.instagram.com/tovpod

Today’s guest is His Excellency, Ferenc Kumin, Hungarian ambassador to the UK. Support Jonny Gould’s Jewish State: Paypal: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_donations&business=BW4GZLQCCL29Y&item_name=Podcast+production+¤cy_code=GBP&source=url Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/jonnygould?fan_landing=true Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/jonnygould Find Jonny on Social Media:  https://twitter.com/jonnygould https://www.facebook.com/jonnygouldshow https://www.instagram.com/jonnygould “We (Hungary) feel a moral drive to strengthen our ties to Israel and the Jewish community. And when you have that moral drive, it makes it easier, you don’t hesitate”. The words of the new Hungarian ambassador to the UK, Ferenc Kumin. It's been quite a summer covering Israel and it started for me with this remarkable interview with His Excellency, Ambassador Ferenc Kumin at the Hungarian Embassy in London. With Israel, Bahrain and the UAE agreeing to normalization, Muslim-majority Kosovo also establishing diplomatic ties and with Serbia pondering moving their mission to Jerusalem, a reset of positions, some deeply entrenched is now due from nations across the world. There are still present day problems of antisemitism in Hungary, but there is both an awareness and willingness to confront it. I was touched by Ambassador Kumin's sincerity and knowledge of Hungarian Jewish history as we discussed the extremely difficult history of the twentieth century. LISTEN to this powerful and sometimes emotional interview. I need your help to keep this voluntary service going, so if you’ve listened to a few episodes and eagerly anticipate the next one, buy me a coffee here! Thanks! ⤵️ https://ko-fi.com/jonnygould

World War 2 Hungary. Jewish swimming prodigy Eva Szekely dreams of competing for her country at the Olympics, but the deportation of Jews across Europe leaves her fighting to live. Eva goes on to become a successful international swimmer, and her inspiring survival story closed its final chapter when Eva died this year at the age of 92. Theme music: ⁣ Undertow by Scott Buckley | https://soundcloud.com/scottbuckley⁣ Music promoted by https://www.free-stock-music.com⁣ Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)⁣ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

A Lekvár és JAM Podcast 5. adásában arra a kérdésre keressük a választ, hogy hol húzódik a szólás és véleménynyilvánítás szabadsága és a gyűlöletbeszéd közti határ. Mit mond a háláchá, a zsidó vallásjog a gyűlöletbeszédről és mi a világi jogi gyakorlat a kérdésben? Vendégeim Oberlander Báruch rabbi, a Budapesti Ortodox Rabbinátus vezetője, Szalai Kálmán, a Tett és Védelem Alapítvány titkára, Veszprémy László Bernát történész, a Neokohn főszerkesztő-helyettese és Seres Attila, a Neokohn szerkesztője. Szerintem rendkívül érdekes témákat feszegetünk a mai közéleti eseményeket is érintve, hiszen előfordul, hogy a helytelen megnyilvánulás, a provokáció és a gyűlölet nem csak a zsidó közösségen kívülről, de belülről is ered. Természetesen e héten sem marad el a hét eseményeit véleményező szerettem-utáltam rovat sem.

With most of European Jewry decimated and the Red Army advancing in the east, the Hungarian Jewish community remained the last great center of Jewish life on the continent. Following the German invasion of Hungary in March 1944, senior SS officers were dispatched to Budapest to organize the deportations, which were to commence immediately and with terrifying speed. Legendary rescue activist Rabbi Michael Ber Weissmandel had years of experience at various rescue attempts by dealing directly with the Nazis from occupied Slovakia. He, together with his fellow members of the Working Group, now turned to make a last ditch attempt at saving Hungarian Jewry. He did this in three ways: 1. The time tested efforts at bribery and ransom. This included closely following the negotiations that took place in Budapest between the Nazis and the Relief & Rescue Committee. 2. Beseeching the Allied Powers to bomb the crematorium at Auschwitz and the railways leading there. 3. Warning Hungarian Jewry what was in store for them. Though largely unsuccessful, his valiant efforts at rescue are a testimony to the greatness of this heroic individual and to the story of that tragic period of time. Subscribe To Our Podcast on: Apple: tinyurl.com/yy8gaody Google Play: tinyurl.com/yxwv8tpc Spotify: tinyurl.com/y54wemxs Stitcher: bit.ly/2GxiKTJ Follow us on Twitter or Instagram at @Jsoundbites You can email Yehuda at yehuda@yehudageberer.com

With the growth of the Hungarian Jewish community in the 18th century, Rabbis from both Germany and Poland took up positions in the burgeoning communities. With the changing times, each generation of Rabbinical leadership experienced successive spurts of growth as well as the challenges of the modern era. The Hungarian story presents a unique set of challenges as they developed in this region, with the legacy of the Chasam Sofer's Orthodoxy, the growth of the Chassidim and the eventual dominance of the less traditional Neolog community in Hungarian Jewish life. One of the important Rabbinic dynasties of that era was that of the Levv family. From Rav Elozor Levv (1758-1837), known by the sefer he authored Shemen Rokeach, through several generations of his descendants, they came to represent the vicissitudes of the time period. Rav Yirmiyahu Levv (1811-1874) was one of the leading Hungarian Rabbis of the 19th century. Confronting both the growing Chassidic community in Hungary, as well as the threat to Orthodoxy posed by the Neologs, he eventually led the faction of Hungarian Jewry known as the "Status Quo" communities. By focusing on these specific individuals, it can serve as a prism for relating the story of the entire community. Subscribe To Our Podcast on: Apple: tinyurl.com/yy8gaody Google Play: tinyurl.com/yxwv8tpc Spotify: tinyurl.com/y54wemxs Stitcher: bit.ly/2GxiKTJ Follow us on Twitter or Instagram at @Jsoundbites You can email Yehuda at YGebss@Gmail.com

With the growth of the Hungarian Jewish community in the 18th century, Rabbis from both Germany and Poland took up positions in the burgeoning communities. With the changing times, each generation of Rabbinical leadership experienced successive spurts of growth as well as the challenges of the modern era. The Hungarian story presents a unique set of challenges as they developed in this region, with the legacy of the Chasam Sofer's Orthodoxy, the growth of the Chassidim and the eventual dominance of the less traditional Neolog community in Hungarian Jewish life. One of the important Rabbinic dynasties of that era was that of the Levv family. From Rav Elozor Levv (1758-1837), known by the sefer he authored Shemen Rokeach, through several generations of his descendants, they came to represent the vicissitudes of the time period. Rav Yirmiyahu Levv (1811-1874) was one of the leading Hungarian Rabbis of the 19th century. Confronting both the growing Chassidic community in Hungary, as well as the threat to Orthodoxy posed by the Neologs, he eventually led the faction of Hungarian Jewry known as the "Status Quo" communities. By focusing on these specific individuals, it can serve as a prism for relating the story of the entire community. Subscribe To Our Podcast on: Apple: tinyurl.com/yy8gaody Google Play: tinyurl.com/yxwv8tpc Spotify: tinyurl.com/y54wemxs Stitcher: bit.ly/2GxiKTJ Follow us on Twitter or Instagram at @Jsoundbites You can email Yehuda at YGebss@Gmail.com

In this episode, I sit down with Jasmin Shepphard, an Aboriginal woman from the Gulf of Carpentaria with Irish, Chinese, and Hungarian Jewish ancestry. Jasmine joined Bangarra dance theatre in 2007, dancing and numerous senior artists roles, including the title role of Patty Garan In 2014. In 2012 Jasmine was nominated for an Australian Dance Award for Best Female Dancer. She choreographed her first work for the company Mack in 2013, which toured nationally and internationally. Mack was nominated for a Helpmann Award for Best New Work in 2017 and won a Helpmann Award for Best Regional Touring Programme in 2018. Her independent works include No Remittance and Choice Cut. Jasmine is an artist in residence at Campbelltown Art Centre and Native Earth Theatre Company in Toronto, who will premier her first full-length work in 2020. In this episode we will discuss: Jasmin’s career dancing with Bangarra How dancing providing an opportunity to connect with indigenous communities within Australia and around the world Similarities between indigenous cultures around the world Intergenerational trauma Indigenous communities in developed and developing countries How cultural dance can strengthen a community How western society looks at dance Jasmin’s perspective on dance, song and story Our upcoming Dance as Pedagogy workshops and what will be included during these sessions How you can join our upcoming workshops Links mentioned in this episode: Bangarra Dance Website: https://www.bangarra.com.au/ Dance as Pedagogy Workshop: https://events.humanitix.com.au/bendigo-dance-as-pedagogy Koori Curriculum: https://kooricurriculum.com/

Richard Rhodes won a Pulitzer Prize for his definitive book on the development of nuclear weapons called “The Making of the Atomic Bomb.” It's one of 26 books he's written, several of them focused on the world in the nuclear age. He joins Tim to talk about the wartime effort that changed everything, The Manhattan Project. https://traffic.libsyn.com/shapingopinion/Manhattan_Project_-_auphonic.mp3 In 1938, nuclear fission was discovered in Nazi Germany just in time for Christmas. News of the scientific breakthrough was published in Germany, and later in a British scientific journal in 1939. At that same time, many Jewish scientists had escaped or were in the process of escaping from Nazi Germany. They would continue their lives and work in places like Canada and the United States. The persecution of the Jews was quickly brewing as the imminent threat of war loomed. These scientists knew the Nazis personally. They also knew that Germany still had many good scientists working on nuclear fission. This fact worried a group of Hungarian Jewish scientists who came to the United States from Germany. They wondered if the Nazis were developing an atomic bomb. They knew that it was possible, if not probable. How much progress have the Nazi scientists made? No one knew. Once Hitler had a bomb, would he use it? Everyone knew the answer to that question. Something else they knew, they had to help the United States develop the bomb before the Germans, and to do that, they had to get the attention of the President of the United States, Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The same thing was true in Great Britain. They enlisted the support of Albert Einstein, who together with scientist Leo Szilard, signed a letter to the president informing him of the grave threat. It worked. Winston Churchill also made a persuasive argument of his own. That was the formal beginning of America's commitment to the nuclear age. The actual beginning was on Monday, August 6th 1945 when the United States would drop a bomb called “Little Boy” on the Japanese city of Hiroshima that would forever change the threat of war in the world. Colonel Paul Tibbets piloted a B-29 bomber called the Enola Gay that dropped the bomb that would kill at least 70,000 people, and through radiation poisoning that total would rise to somewhere between 90,000 and 160,000 within a year. That bomb was the first time in history that an atomic bomb would be used in warfare, bringing about a swift end to the Allies' war with Japan and that country's unconditional surrender. Just as the bomb sent shockwaves in its wake, so, too did the emergence of the nuclear age. For the first time, one bomb could eliminate entire cities, leaving immediate and residual devastation. This in the context of the burgeoning Cold War, where the United States stood up against its geopolitical rival the Soviet Union, which was on its way to becoming the world's other nuclear power. In the ensuing decades as tensions between the super powers ebbed and flowed, no one ever felt as safe as they once did before the nuclear age. Richard Rhodes has authored 26 books, and has studied the nuclear age like few others. He has been a visiting scholar at Harvard, MIT and Stanford. He is an emeritus member of the Atomic Heritage Foundation's Board of Directors, and has interviewed several of the Manhattan Project's scientists in his work. Links Richard Rhodes (website) The Making of the Atomic Bomb, by Richard Rhodes (Amazon) Manhattan Project, History.com The Atomic Heritage Foundation Why They called it The Manhattan Project, New York Times About this Episode's Guest Richard Rhodes Richard Rhodes is the author of 26 books including The Making of the Atomic Bomb, which won a Pulitzer Prize in Nonfiction, a National Book Award and a National Book Critics Circle Award; Dark Sun: The Making of the Hydrogen Bomb, which was shortlisted for a Pulitzer Prize in History; and...

Richard Rhodes won a Pulitzer Prize for his definitive book on the development of nuclear weapons called “The Making of the Atomic Bomb.” It’s one of 26 books he’s written, several of them focused on the world in the nuclear age. He joins Tim to talk about the wartime effort that changed everything, The Manhattan Project. https://traffic.libsyn.com/shapingopinion/Manhattan_Project_-_auphonic.mp3 In 1938, nuclear fission was discovered in Nazi Germany just in time for Christmas. News of the scientific breakthrough was published in Germany, and later in a British scientific journal in 1939. At that same time, many Jewish scientists had escaped or were in the process of escaping from Nazi Germany. They would continue their lives and work in places like Canada and the United States. The persecution of the Jews was quickly brewing as the imminent threat of war loomed. These scientists knew the Nazis personally. They also knew that Germany still had many good scientists working on nuclear fission. This fact worried a group of Hungarian Jewish scientists who came to the United States from Germany. They wondered if the Nazis were developing an atomic bomb. They knew that it was possible, if not probable. How much progress have the Nazi scientists made? No one knew. Once Hitler had a bomb, would he use it? Everyone knew the answer to that question. Something else they knew, they had to help the United States develop the bomb before the Germans, and to do that, they had to get the attention of the President of the United States, Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The same thing was true in Great Britain. They enlisted the support of Albert Einstein, who together with scientist Leo Szilard, signed a letter to the president informing him of the grave threat. It worked. Winston Churchill also made a persuasive argument of his own. That was the formal beginning of America’s commitment to the nuclear age. The actual beginning was on Monday, August 6th 1945 when the United States would drop a bomb called “Little Boy” on the Japanese city of Hiroshima that would forever change the threat of war in the world. Colonel Paul Tibbets piloted a B-29 bomber called the Enola Gay that dropped the bomb that would kill at least 70,000 people, and through radiation poisoning that total would rise to somewhere between 90,000 and 160,000 within a year. That bomb was the first time in history that an atomic bomb would be used in warfare, bringing about a swift end to the Allies’ war with Japan and that country’s unconditional surrender. Just as the bomb sent shockwaves in its wake, so, too did the emergence of the nuclear age. For the first time, one bomb could eliminate entire cities, leaving immediate and residual devastation. This in the context of the burgeoning Cold War, where the United States stood up against its geopolitical rival the Soviet Union, which was on its way to becoming the world’s other nuclear power. In the ensuing decades as tensions between the super powers ebbed and flowed, no one ever felt as safe as they once did before the nuclear age. Richard Rhodes has authored 26 books, and has studied the nuclear age like few others. He has been a visiting scholar at Harvard, MIT and Stanford. He is an emeritus member of the Atomic Heritage Foundation’s Board of Directors, and has interviewed several of the Manhattan Project’s scientists in his work. Links Richard Rhodes (website) The Making of the Atomic Bomb, by Richard Rhodes (Amazon) Manhattan Project, History.com The Atomic Heritage Foundation Why They called it The Manhattan Project, New York Times About this Episode’s Guest Richard Rhodes Richard Rhodes is the author of 26 books including The Making of the Atomic Bomb, which won a Pulitzer Prize in Nonfiction, a National Book Award and a National Book Critics Circle Award; Dark Sun: The Making of the Hydrogen Bomb, which was shortlisted for a Pulitzer Prize in History; and...

Dr. Mitch Glaser is the President of Chosen People Ministries in New York. He has been extensively involved in Jewish evangelism in several countries and was instrumental in helping to establish a congregation among Russian Jewish immigrants in New York. He is the co-recipient of Christianity Today’s Award of Merit in the Apologetics/Evangelism category for 2009, for the book To the Jew First: The Case for Jewish Evangelism in Scripture and History, co-edited with Darrell L. Bock. He is also the coauthor of The Fall Feasts of Israel and has written many articles for Christian periodicals and has taught at leading evangelical schools such as Fuller Theological Seminary and Moody Bible Institute. Mitch earned a Master of Divinity degree in Old Testament Studies at the Talbot School of Theology and a Doctor of Philosophy in Intercultural Studies at Fuller Theological Seminary. Mitch and his wife have two daughters. Find out more about the book Messiah in the Passover: https://messiahinthepassover.com/free-downloads/ MISSION Chosen People Ministries exists to pray for, evangelize, disciple, and serve Jewish people everywhere and to help fellow believers do the same. The mission was founded in Brooklyn, New York in 1894 by Rabbi Leopold Cohn, a Hungarian Jewish immigrant with a zeal to share the knowledge of Yeshua (Jesus) the Messiah with God’s chosen people. Today, Chosen People Ministries serves in sixteen countries across the globe. Our outreach programs include evangelism and discipleship, Messianic Centers and congregations, equipping the local church for Jewish evangelism, print and web publications, and benevolence work. With your help, we will continue proclaiming the Good News through Jesus the Messiah to Jewish people around the world. HISTORY How It All Began In the latter part of the 19th century people were on the move, for many different reasons. Political and social upheavals in Europe continued throughout the turn of the century. This turmoil generated an intense longing, both for material stability and religious freedom. It was during this time of tremendous change that a man was born in Berezna, a small town in eastern Hungary, whose life would become interwoven with these people on the move.The Orthodox Jewish community of Berezna was the birthplace of Leopold Cohn, who was destined for a momentous quest. In this part of Europe, Orthodox Judaism was a way of life. Traditional Judaism was all-pervasive in its impact on a daily existence and there was zeal for the Torah (Law). It was not surprising, then, that Leopold Cohn became a rabbi. A Rabbi’s Quest It was during his years of rabbinic study that certain portions of Scripture led Leopold Cohn to seek more knowledge about the Messiah. He searched the Scriptures and questioned other rabbis, but still found no satisfactory answers. One rabbi even advised him to go to America where, he said, people knew more about the Messiah. Strange advice, it would seem, yet this noted rabbi said he would lose his position if he were to discuss the Messiah. Later, Leopold Cohn recalled this incident and felt that the rabbi knew something about the Messiah, Jesus. Real Jewish Faith Cohn knew that there was but one course for him to follow: he must share the knowledge of the Messiah, Yeshua, with his Jewish people. He explained an early encounter with members of the local community: “I showed them from the Scriptures that to believe in Yeshua was Jewish faith, real Jewish faith.” This became Leopold Cohn’s life calling. It also became a guiding principle for our ministry, which he founded in the Brownsville section of Brooklyn, New York, in 1894. To the Jew First Leopold Cohn began this ministry by holding meetings in a store which was a renovated horse stable. He founded his work upon faith, in response to the Scriptural exhortation of Romans 1:16, “For I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto sa...

These Are the Attributes By Which You Shall Know God by Rose Lemberg   Father is trying to help me get into NASH. He thinks that seeing a real architect at work will help me with entrance exams. So father paid money, to design a house he does not want, just to get me close to Zepechiar. He is a professor at NASH and a human-Ruvan contact. Reason and matter­—these are the cornerstones of Spinoza’s philosophy that the Ruvans admire so much. Reason and matter: an architect’s mind and building materials. These are the attributes through which we can know God. And then, of course, there’s particle technology.   Full story after the cut: Hello! Welcome to GlitterShip episode 68 for March 18, 2019. This is your host, Keffy, and I'm super excited to share this story with you. Today we have a GlitterShip original, "These Are the Attributes By Which You Shall Know God" by Rose Lemberg, and "Female Figure of the Early Spedos Type, 1884-" by Sonya Taaffe. This episode is part of the newest GlitterShip issue, which was just released and is available for purchase at glittership.com/buy and on Kindle, Nook, Kobo, and now Gumroad! If you’re one of our Patreon supporters, you should have access to the new issue waiting for you when you log in. For everyone else, it’s $2.99. GlitterShip is also a part of the Audible Trial Program. This means that just by listening to GlitterShip, you are eligible for a free 30 day membership on Audible and a free audiobook to keep. Today's book recommendation is The Book of the Unnamed Midwife by Meg Elison. In a world ripped apart by a plague that prevents babies from being carried to term and kills the mothers, an unnamed woman keeps a record of her survival. To download The Book of the Unnamed Midwife for free today, go to www.audibletrial.com/glittership — or choose another book if you’re in the mood for something else.     Sonya Taaffe reads dead languages and tells living stories. Her short fiction and poetry have been collected most recently in Forget the Sleepless Shores (Lethe Press) and previously in Singing Innocence and Experience, Postcards from the Province of Hyphens, A Mayse-Bikhl, and Ghost Signs. She lives with her husband and two cats in Somerville, Massachusetts, where she writes about film for Patreon and remains proud of naming a Kuiper belt object.       Female Figure of the Early Spedos Type, 1884- by Sonya Taaffe   When I said she had a Modigliani face, I meantshe was white as a cracked cliffand bare as the brush of a thumbthe day we met on the thyme-hot hills above Naxosand by the time we parted in Paris, she was drawinghalf-divorced Russian poets from memory,drinking absinthe like black coffeewith the ghosts of the painted Aegean still ringing her eyes.Sometimes she posts self-portraitsscratched red as ritual,a badge of black crayon in the plane of her groin.In another five thousand years,she may tell someone—not me—another one of her names.   Our story today is "These Are the Attributes By Which You Shall Know God" by Rose Lemberg, read by Bogi Takács.   Bogi Takács (prezzey.net) is a Hungarian Jewish agender trans person currently living in the US as a resident alien. Eir speculative fiction, poetry and nonfiction have been published in a variety of venues like Clarkesworld, Apex, Strange Horizons and podcast on Glittership, among others. You can follow Bogi on Twitter, Instagram and Patreon, or visit eir website at www.prezzey.net. Bogi also recently edited the Lambda Award-winning Transcendent 2: The Year’s Best Transgender Speculative Fiction 2016, for Lethe Press. Rose Lemberg is a queer, bigender immigrant from Eastern Europe and Israel. Their fiction and poetry have appeared in Strange Horizons, Lightspeed‘s Queer Destroy Science Fiction, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Uncanny Magazine, and many other venues. Rose’s work has been a finalist for the Nebula, Crawford, and other awards. Their Birdverse novella The Four Profound Weaves is forthcoming from Tachyon Press. You can find more of their work on their Patreon: patreon.com/roselemberg       These Are the Attributes By Which You Shall Know God by Rose Lemberg   Father is trying to help me get into NASH. He thinks that seeing a real architect at work will help me with entrance exams. So father paid money, to design a house he does not want, just to get me close to Zepechiar. He is a professor at NASH and a human-Ruvan contact. Reason and matter­—these are the cornerstones of Spinoza’s philosophy that the Ruvans admire so much. Reason and matter: an architect’s mind and building materials. These are the attributes through which we can know God. And then, of course, there’s particle technology. The house-model Zepechiar has made for my family is all sleek glass. It is a space house with transparent outer walls; the endlessness of stars will be just an invisible layer away. “I do not want to live in space,” dad hisses. Father hushes them. Zepechiar’s model for our new house is cubical, angular, with a retro-modern flair. The kitchen is the only part of it that does not rotate, a small nod to dad’s desire for domesticity. Outside of the kitchen capsule, the living spaces are all zero-g with floating furniture that assembles itself out of thin air and adapts to the body’s curves. There is no privacy in the house, but nobody will be looking—out there, in space, between the expanses of the void. “Bringing the vacuum in is all the rage these days,” the architect says. I pretend indifference. Doodling in my notebook. It looks like nothing much. Swirls, like the swirls our ancients made to mark the landing sites for Ruva vessels. For thousands of years nobody had remembered the Ruva, and when they returned, they did not want to land anymore on the curls and swirls of patterns made in the fields. They had evolved. Using reason. They razed our cities to pour perfectly level landing sites. They sucked excess water out of the atmosphere and emptied the oceans, then refilled them again. But then they read Spinoza and decided to spare and/or save us. Because we, too, can know God. If we continued studying Spinoza, Ruvans said, we’d be enlightened and would not need sparing or saving. I want to build something that curls and twists between hills, but hills have been razed after the Ruva arrived. Hills are frivolous, an affront of imagination against reason, and it is reason that brought us terraforming particle technology that allowed us to suck all usable minerals from the imperfections of the earth: the hills, the mountains, the ravines, the trees, leaving only a flatness of the landing sites between the flatness covered by angular geodomes. I learned about hills from the rebel file. Every kid at school downloads the rebel file. All around the world too, I guess. I don’t know anybody else who actually read it. I do not notice anything until my father and dad wave a cheerful goodbye and leave me, alone with Zepechiar. He’ll help me with entrance exams. Or something. He pulls up a chair from the air, shapes it into a Ruvan geometry that is perhaps just a shade more frivolous than reason dictates. He says, “Your father lied about the purpose of your visit. What is the reason behind it?” I mumble, “I want to get into NASH.” “Show me your architectural drawings,” Zepechiar orders. His voice is level. Reason is the architect’s best tool. I hesitate. Can I show him— No. I need something safer, so I swipe the notebook, show him a thing I made while he was fussing over dad’s kitchen: a cubical model of black metal and spaceglass, not unlike Zepechiar’s house model for my family. The distinction is in the color contrast, a white stripe of a pipe running like a festive tie over the steel bundle. Zepechiar nods. “Show me what you do not want to show me.” There is something in his voice. I raise my hand to make the swiping motion, then stop mid-gesture. “You could have convinced dad to say yes to that kitchen,” I say. “They would have cooked breakfasts for eternity, looking out into an infinite space until their heart gave out.” “I’m selling my architecture, not my voice,” he says, but something in his voice is bitter. Bitterness. Emotion, not reason. He is being unprofessional on purpose, perhaps to lull me into trusting him. “Why did you decide to become an architect?” I ask, to distract. A tame enough question. My father’s money bought me an informational interview. “Architecture is an ultimate act of reason,” Zepechiar says. It’s such a Ruvan thing to say. I must have read it a hundred times, in hundreds of preparatory articles. “I teach this in the intro course. Architecture is key to that which contains us: houses. Ships. The universe. The universe is the ultimate container. The universe is God. God is a container of all things. We learn from Spinoza that we can only know God through reason; and that is why we approach God through architecture.” “If God contains all things, would God contain—” swirls? Hills? Leviathans? “The thing you do not want to show me?” says Zepechiar. His voice lilts just a bit, and I am taken in. I swipe my hand over the notebook, to show Zepechiar what will certainly disqualify me from NASH. It is a boat that curves and undulates. Its sides are decorated in pinwheel and spiral designs. There is not a straight angle anywhere, not a flat surface. I have populated my Ark with old-style numbers—the ones with curves. There are two fives, two sixes, a pair of 23s. Zepechiar rubs his forehead. “What are the numbers meant to indicate?” “Um… pairs of animals.” I read that in the rebel file, but I do not know what they are supposed to look like. “This… is hardly reasonable,” says Zepechiar. “You know what Spinoza said. The Bible is nothing but fantasy, and imagination is anathema to reason.” I am stubborn, and yes, I’ve read my Spinoza. Scripture is no better than anything else. But God’s existence is not denied. I say, “You could use reason to replicate the Ark in matter.” “Yes,” Zepechiar says. Yes. We can use particle technology to manipulate almost any matter. Even sentient matter. His voice hides a threat. “I want to know where you learned this. And why did you draw this.” God told Noah to build the Ark and save the animals. Ruvans just sucked all the water out of the seas, froze some, boiled the rest, and put it back empty of life. The rebel file does not always make sense, but this is clear. “I wanted to recreate the miracle of the Ark, to imagine the glory of God.” Zepechiar says, “No. It is only through reason that you can reach God. God is infinite, but reason and the material world are the only attributes of God that we can reach. I want to know where you learned this.” His voice. His voice bends me. The rebel file. Everybody knows about the rebel file. Nobody cares about the rebel file. I can speak of it. Nothing to it. Just say it. Do what he says. Use reason. Straighten every curve. I mumble, “Ugh… here and there, kids at school, you know.” “I don’t.” He squints at me, halfway between respect and scorn. “Erase the Ark.” I breathe in. I have always been stubborn. “I do not want to erase the Ark. It is a miracle.” He breathes in. His hand is on my arm. “Miracles are simply things you cannot yet understand. Like particle tech and sentient matter.” He folds me. I’ve heard of the advanced geometry one can only learn at NASH, but this is more than that, this is something more. It is nauseating, like I am being doubled and twisted and extended. Dimensionally, stretched along multiple axes until my human hills—my curves, my limbs—are flattened into a singular geometric shape, a white pipe that runs around along the lines of the design studio, wrapping around the cubic shape of it like a festive ribbon. I am… not human anymore. I am sentient matter altered, like the rest of Earth, by Ruvan/human particle technology. I see Zepechiar from above, from below, in multiple angles. I have no eyes, but some abstract form of seeing, a sentience, remains to me. “I want to know,” Zepechiar says, “who altered you.” He falls apart into a thousand shiny cubes, then reassembles himself again, a towering creature of glimmering metal, a Ruvan of flesh behind the capsule of dark steel. I, too, am altered by him now, a thousand smaller cubes scattered by his voice, reassembled into the dimensional model of the house in the void. I see dad and father standing above my form. Perhaps they never left. They do not seem to care if Zepechiar is human or Ruvan. Zepechiar speaks to dad. “The perfect kitchen just for you—look at these retro-granite countertops, self-cleaning—” He pokes me. “Where did you learn this?” I think back at him, quoting the Scripture the best I can. “Two by two, they ascended the Ark: Male and female in their pairs, and some female in their pairs and some male in their pairs, and some had no gender and some did not care. Some came in triangles and some came in squares. And some of them came alone.” Like the Leviathan. The Leviathan holds all the knowledge the Ruvans discarded for reason’s sake, all the swirly landing sites, their own hills, their poetry. The Leviathan is the Ruvans’ rebel file. I no longer know my initial shape. I am made of hundreds of shining squares. My parents are here, in the room, but they do not know me. They are human—all curves and lilts of flesh. Forever suspect. I am Ruvan/human now. I am an architectural model, sentient matter transformed by an architect’s reason—and architects are the closest thing to God. “Think about all the damage scripture did,” says Zepechiar. “Holy wars, destruction, revision, rewritten over and over by those who came after but made no more sense. Think about what imagination did to this planet and to ours. It is dangerous. It makes you dangerous. But I will make matter out of you.” I am a house. Floating in space, rotating along all my axes. Inside me, the kitchen is the only thing that is still. I have been human or Ruvan, I do not remember, but I carry two humans inside me. They no longer remember me, but they came in a pair. I am their Ark. Zepechiar made me. A Ruvan/human architect. An architect is the closest thing to God. But so are the buildings architects create. So am I. Slowly, I begin to shift my consciousness along the cubic geometry of my new shape. Slowly, I move the space house, away. Where, in the darkest of space, there swims a Leviathan.   END   “Female Figure of the Early Spedos Type, 1884-" is copyright Sonya Taaffe 2019. “These Are the Attributes By Which You Shall Know God” is copyright Rose Lemberg 2019. This recording is a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license which means you can share it with anyone you’d like, but please don’t change or sell it. Our theme is “Aurora Borealis” by Bird Creek, available through the Google Audio Library. You can support GlitterShip by checking out our Patreon at patreon.com/keffy, subscribing to our feed, leaving reviews on iTunes, or buying your own copy of the Summer 2018 issue at www.glittership.com/buy. You can also support us by picking up a free audiobook at  www.audibletrial.com/glittership. Thanks for listening, and we’ll be back soon with a reprint of “Ratcatcher” by Amy Griswold.

Characterised as both a benevolent philanthropist and as a meddling influence, George Soros has been present at some of the most defining moments in modern history. Soros was born into a Hungarian Jewish family, and later took on a false identity to survive the Nazi occupation in 1944. It was an experience that shaped his life and his outlook and he went on to escape to the West via his knowledge of the international language Esperanto. Beginning his career as a tobacco salesman, Soros went on to fund one of the most successful hedge funds in US history. Known for his high risk and brazen approach, he is infamous for his involvement in the devaluation of the British pound, known as Black Wednesday. But his career as a financial investor was not limited to the markets - he went on to use his money to promote non-violent democratisation in Central and Eastern Europe and beyond. More recently he has proved a controversial figure, providing funding for the pro-Remain campaign in the UK Brexit debate and is now the subject of vilification by the leaders of his native Hungary. Presenter: Ed Stourton Producer: Clare Spencer and Serena Tarling.

Judith Thissen, a specialist of Jewish immigrant entertainment in New York City—especially film culture on the Lower East Side in the early twentieth century—talks about the Sunshine Theatre, one of the last of the iconic “vaud-pic” Yiddish theaters. Originally a Protestant Church, Judith shares the story of how a young Hungarian-Jewish immigrant named Charles Steiner purchased and altered the Lower East Side landmark, creating what would become a neighborhood theater for a generation of Yiddish immigrants. Episode 0179 March 23, 2018 Yiddish Book Center Amherst, MA

Episode 49 is part of the Autumn 2017 / Winter 2018 double issue! "Granny Death and the Drag King of London" is a GLITTERSHIP ORIGINAL. Support GlitterShip by picking up your copy here: http://www.glittership.com/buy/     Granny Death and the Drag King of London By A.J. Fitzwater      Monday, November 25, 1991. Lacey James had been working for Redpath Catering for three months when Freddie Mercury died. "Fuck," she mouthed around her fist and bit harder into her numb flesh. The news was hours old, but still her oesophagus made odd wheezy hiccups, and she couldn't swallow past the perpetual lump of granite in her chest. "Fuck fuck fuck." All going terrible, the weird black sparkles that invaded her vision at a whiff of death would arrive soon, the awful memories of helping nurse Stevie and Toad would nail her, or the creepy old lady that haunted funerals on her catering beat would turn up. Or all at once. Kitty. Stevie. Gin-Gin. Toad. Paulette. Manil. Now Freddie. Not another one. Not Freddie. No. Hold it together. Big bois don't cry.   [Full transcript after the cut]   Hello! Welcome to GlitterShip Episode 49 for February 13, 2018. This is your host, Keffy, and I'm super excited to be sharing this story with you. I'm sorry that it's been so long since I last brought you any fiction—to make it up to you, this episode is part of a double issue, which means that there are six originals and six reprints coming your way as quickly as I can get them out for you. I would also like to officially welcome Nibedita Sen as GlitterShip's official assistant editor. She will be helping out with keeping the Ship running smoothly... and hopefully more on time than it has been in the past. Today we have a poem and a GlitterShip original for you. The poem is "Seven Handy Ideas for Algorithmic Shapeshifting," by Bogi Takács read by Bogi eirself. Bogi Takács is a Hungarian Jewish agender trans person currently living in the US as a resident alien. Eir speculative fiction, poetry and nonfiction have been published in a variety of venues like Clarkesworld, Apex, Strange Horizons and podcast on Glittership, among others. You can follow Bogi on Twitter, Instagram and Patreon, or visit eir website at www.prezzey.net. Bogi also recently edited Transcendent 2: The Year's Best Transgender Speculative Fiction 2016, for Lethe Press. Seven Handy Ideas for Algorithmic Shapeshifting by Bogi Takács   Try it now – guaranteed enjoyment or your money back! Loss of life not covered under the terms of the user agreement. The classic original: Shapeshift to a surface color the inverse of your environment [reverse chameleon]To confuse people: Shapeshift to duplicate a nearby object, then change as others move you around [pulse in rhythm / undulate / who turned the sound off]For a drinking game: Shapeshift into a weasel for 5 seconds whenever someone drinks a stout [some puns deserve to remain obscure] [mind: wildlife needs to be careful around humans] To make a somewhat mangled political statement: Shapeshift into an object whose possession is illegal in the state and/or country you are entering [no human is illegal] [weaponize your thoughts / fall under export restrictions] [make sure to read the small print] To receive blessings: Shapeshift into a monk when in the 500 m radius of a Catholic church, respond to Laudetur [nunc et in æternum – practice] [works well in combination with previous]For the trickster types: Shapeshift into a set of food items, then change back to your original shape as the first person attempts to eat you [do not change back] [change back after you passed through the alimentary canal / the plumbing / all water returns to the sea] To satisfy extreme curiosity: Shapeshift into a cis person, at random intervals of time. Cry for 5 minutes. Change back [how did that feel?]       The GlitterShip original short story is "Granny Death and the Drag King of London" by A.J. Fitzwater, also read by the author. Amanda Fitzwater is a dragon wearing a human meat suit from Christchurch, New Zealand. A graduate of Clarion 2014, she’s had stories published in Shimmer Magazine, Andromeda Spaceways Magazine, and in Paper Road Press's "At The Edge" anthology. She also has stories coming soon at Kaleidotrope and PodCastle. As a narrator, her voice has been heard across the Escape Artists Network, on Redstone SF, and Interzone. She tweets under her penname as @AJFitzwater There is a content warning for slurs, homophobia and a lot discussion of AIDS deaths.   Granny Death and the Drag King of London By A.J. Fitzwater      Monday, November 25, 1991.   Lacey James had been working for Redpath Catering for three months when Freddie Mercury died. "Fuck," she mouthed around her fist and bit harder into her numb flesh. The news was hours old, but still her esophagus made odd wheezy hiccups, and she couldn't swallow past the perpetual lump of granite in her chest. "Fuck fuck fuck." All going terrible, the weird black sparkles that invaded her vision at a whiff of death would arrive soon, the awful memories of helping nurse Stevie and Toad would nail her, or the creepy old lady that haunted funerals on her catering beat would turn up. Or all at once. Kitty. Stevie. Gin-Gin. Toad. Paulette. Manil. Now Freddie. Not another one. Not Freddie. No. Hold it together. Big bois don't cry. The brick wall of the east end church (where the hell am I today?) didn't do its job of holding her up and she slumped behind the rubbish skip. She didn't care if that bastard Rocko docked her pay for a wet and dirty uniform. She didn't care about the latest job rejection letter crumpled in her pocket. She didn't care if the cold bricks made her back seize up; there'd be no sleep tonight. The back door pinged on its spring-hinge, banging off the scabby handrail, and Lacey sprang to her feet. "Oi!" Rocko Redpath barked, all six foot two of his dirty blondness. "How long does it take one to take out the rubbish. Move one's dyke arse." Not a dyke, arsehole. Lacey let her square ragged nails do the work on her palms. "Coming." "You better be." The stagnant scent of cabbage and wine biscuits gusted out as the door banged shut. Why do I have to keep putting up with this git? Because I can't get a serious job in this town. No one wants a dyke import. Loser. Lacey knuckled her dry eyes and straightened her ill-fitting jacket best she could. The darts under the arms made it too tight across the chest even though she'd bound up with a fresh Ace bandage that morning. Come on, loser. Be the best king Freddie'd want you to be. Inside, the strange blast of cold concrete and oven heat sunk claws into Lacey's flesh. She bit her lip hard to hold back another dry heave sob. Breathing deeply sometimes delayed the black sparkles. But this was a funeral. They were bound to come. Stainless steel clanged. Ovens whooped. Crockery clattered. Scones hunkered everywhere. Girls in too tight skirts bickered with too young chefs in too skinny pants. Rocko Redpath lorded over it all. Redpath sounded like a lad but he dressed Saint Pauls, pretending he was James Bond on a Maxwell Smart budget. "Jesus, you kiwis are all so bloody lazy." He sneered, the perfect villain. "What's the matter, Lace? Who took a dump in your cornflakes?" Only my friends call me Lace, arsehole. "Got the news a friend died," she mumbled as she swung towards the door with a tray of finger sandwiches. Was that a flinch from Rocko? "Aww, poor widdle Wace all boo hoo. You gonna cry, widdle girl?" He clicked his fingers in front of her face, blocking her path, sunshine breaking across his craggy, broken-nose face. "Wait, wait. I think I heard it on the news. That rock star fag you like. That who you mean?" That...feeling. A tickle on the back of her neck; it was how she imagined if the black sparkles were made flesh. All jokes about gaydars aside, she was one hundred percent dead on (dead. on) at picking them. She knew some closeted gay guys had massive internalized issues, but Rocko? One of the girls whipping cream flinched, her pink mouth popping open in shock. "But Freddie only announced two days ago..." Rocko snapped his fingers in her direction and pointed, finger quivering slightly. "Quiet. Lace. That homo with the mo. That who you cut up about?" Shut up I need this job shut up. Good girls don't get into fights. "Ah forget it. One less virulent motherfucker clogging up the NHS." Rocko flipped a hand. Lacey flinched away. Rocko's eyes were red like he was on another bender. "Do yer job. Go say hello to your favorite funeral-loving geriatric." "What?" "Eff-day Granny-yay," Rocko stage whispered as he whisked aside dramatically and held the door open. Fuck. Now this. Granny Death. Parishioners were doddering into the hall while bored kids played in the dusty blue velvet curtains. Ancient radiant heaters fizzed and popped, and Lacey dodged along the walls from cold to heat. She needed a new pair of brogues as desperately as she needed a haircut, but neither was in her next pay day. The black sparkles arrived. The languor of death clung tight to church walls, its nails scraping along the gravel lodged in her chest like on a blackboard. Freddie Freddie Freddie's dead that fucking virus who's next you's next DEAD. Lacey swung with the sandwich tray through waves of evil-smelling olds. Sure enough, there she was in all her silver coiffed, green-pink-cream-yellow floral glory. The scent of lavender smacked Lacey in the face clear across the hall. Fucking Granny Death. An emotional vampire. An ever moving shark in necrophiliac waters. She was worse than the front page of The Sun. "Excuse me, dear. Could you tell me where the powder room is please?" Fucking hell! She was Right There. Her face wrinkled by a smile and expectation, but still oddly smooth. Her eyes weren't blue like Lacey had expected but a very light green. God, I spaced out again. Concentrate. They'll send you right back to the loony bin. "Umm." Where it always is in these cold concrete pits of 1950s hell, you creepy old bat. "Down that ramp by the kitchen, then straight ahead." "Thank you, dear." Granny Death's walking stick thumped a death march on the heel-scarred floor. Lacey bit her free fist again, squeezing her eyes shut. They made a liquid pop when she opened them. The black sparkles parted just enough. In between the strands of perfectly set silver hair on the back of Granny Death's head, a gold eye stared out at Lacey, bloodshot, like it had been crying. What the...?! That's it. They said this is what happens to girls who wear too much black. I've got that fucking virus and it's made me batshit. The idea of some loony old lollypop lady going round churches scaring the beejus out of mourners weighed heavy. If she turned up at Freddie's funeral, I fucking swear... The stench of ammonia and cheap soap hit Lacey full in the face as she pushed into the ladies toilets. Granny Death leaned against the cracked sink, hands folded primly before her. "Well, this is interesting," she said. "What?" Lacey pulled up short. The finality of the door boom sealed her in. Oh shit. What if she's some sort of serial killer? "You can See." "What?" Granny Death sighed and rolled her eyes. Lacey shuddered, imagining that third eye doing the same. "Come now, dear. I know you're not stupid. I don't have all the time in the world. There are other funerals to get to today. What did you See?" Freddie, help me. That fucking virus is eating my brain. "Uh. I get black sparkles," Lacey stammered, wriggling her fingers beside her temples. "But you...you've got an eye in the back of your head." "Hmm." Granny Death's stillness disturbed Lacey. Come on, this is absurd! "What do you mean 'hmm'?" she demanded, hands on hips in an attempt to make herself bigger. "You have an eye in the back of your head, lady!" "I mean 'hmm' because usually they see horns—" Granny Death twiddled her fingers above her head. "—or hooves. Or wings. Sometimes just bloody stumps of wings, depending." "On what?" Lacey glanced behind her, but no one came in. No rampaging horde of hell beasts? Granny Death chuckled as if she could hear the noise constantly taking up space in Lacey's head. "Whatever they gods pleases them. Whatever they think lurks under the skin of a harmless old lady." Lacey backed up two steps. "Lady, there is no god in this world if AIDS exists. There's an explanation for everything. I'm having a meltdown coz it's a bad day. You don't seem harmless to me. What are you? What's with all the funerals?" "Hmm. So you've seen me before." Granny Death stroked a beard that wasn't there. "Damn right. I see you stuffing sandwiches in your handbag at least twice a week." Now it was Lacey's turn to fold her arms, but it didn't have quite the same effect as Granny Death's quiet poise. "Is this how you get your jollies? Knocking off the catering staff, scaring them into not reporting you to the police?" Granny Death didn't stare at Lacey like she imagined a whacko would size up their prey. "You have questions. You deserve answers." Granny Death scooped up her walking stick and took an assured step towards towards Lacey. "I take the sandwiches because I like them. No, I don't like scaring people. Funerals are hard enough places as they are. And people who See—" Granny Death scratched the back of her head. "—do so because they are close to the end of the line." Oh god, I do have that fucking virus. Despite her tiny stature, Granny Death came face to face with Lacey. She continued: "You have lost someone very dear to you recently. That agony slices through The Templace. We feel those cuts." Lacey flinched, but Granny Death didn't pat her on the shoulder awkwardly in comfort. She didn't even say she was sorry. What's the point of saying you're sorry to the bereaved, anyway? The black danced close around Lacey's vision again. Granny Death nodded. "When you're ready for the full truth, we'll be ready for you. We'll find you. We need more good people." Granny Death pushed out through the toilet door, her lavender scent obscuring the dankness. "Wait!" Lacey called. "Who is this 'we' you speak of?" The third eye winked, and Granny Death glanced back. She didn't smile or grimace, sneer or raise her eyebrows. "Death," came her quiet reply. "I work for the entity you know as Death."     Tuesday, November 26, 1991.   Even the tube couldn't lull Lacey into a desperate rest. Calling in sick allowed Rocko a hysteria-tinged rant about lazy kiwi dykes. The tea-bags her flatmates had left for her—what she had stolen from the Redpath pantries had run out—gave her no sense of comradeship. Throwing the letter from Gore, New Zealand unopened in the rubbish extended none of the usual satisfaction. Wrapping herself around a hot water bottle in her dank Hackney flat didn't bring any comfort. The impossible backwards lean, open lips, and microphone as extension of self of her Queen: Live at Wembley poster was a constant reminder. I'll never see darling Freddie live, see him alive, now. I'm two years too late. Did you know way back when, dear Freddie? Did you have that fucking alien in your brain, and you were just ignoring it? Don't look don't look don't look don't look death in the eye. The crowd on the tube did their best to ignore the girl in a cheap suit, though her pride and joy was the only thing holding her together. The granite lump in her chest grew too large, the mountain of its pressure almost choking her. The younger ones eyed the AIDS posters like they'd leap out and bite them. Kitty. Stevie. Gin-Gin. Toad. Paulette. Manil. All Gone. All invaded. All stats. Maybe I picked it up off the shit piss blood vomit. Maybe it's been dormant in my mattress all this time. She'd had no experience in nursing, but she did her best when the families of her friends shut their doors, ignoring their wasting away until it was time to play the magnanimous heroes and return their soul to where it didn't want to be.    A strange thought grabbed her: Had Granny been there? Had she witnessed? A too skinny guy in a too big trench coat coughed, and Lacey swore everyone in the tube car flinched. Never going to eat going to die emaciated and covered in lesions never going to fuck again. Would Granny Death come and laugh at my funeral? She'd be the only one I'd want there. Where had that come from? Logan Place would now be packed with, but a crowd meant touching. A crowd meant all new sorts of pain, a public display of grief she couldn't face yet. Old Compton Street felt the safest place to be. The girls there knew when to touch and when to not. It would be a shitter of a wake, but at least she could bum free alcohol off Blue. Someone behind her barked a laugh just like Rocko's and she had to turn to check it wasn't him. He'd been his usual self on the phone, but his nastiness had sounded forced. Judging tone of voice, pitch, weight of the words had been a skill she'd honed over her years to avoid the knife tip slipping under her ribs. Questions. Granny said she had the answers. What a load of horse shit. No one has answers to anything. Not a yes for a good job. Not to this virus. "STOP WHINING," said her mother, thousands of miles and years ago. "Why can't you just wear a dress like all good little girls? You'd look so much prettier." I don't want to be pretty. I want to be handsome. The walk from King's Cross looked the same. The tourists, the red buses, the yuppies in their Savile Row suits, the casuals in their too clean Adidas trackies yelling slurs at the too tired girls in their big wigs and small skirts. Some caring Soho record store blared out Bohemian Rhapsody. Street lights flickered up, too bright for the street, too dim for the faces. How can you all carry on like nothing has changed? It had taken Lacey an entire year to work up the gumption to walk back on to Old Compton Street after a disastrous first visit to the Pembroke in Earls Court. Even three years on she often had to stop and take a moment to check if she was allowed on the street, but women in suits or ripped jeans and plaid either ignored her or offered small up-nods. Lacey shivered, resisting the urge to touch-check the mascara on her upper lip and sideburns. Her chest binding and suit were alright, but just alright. She didn't have the money to keep up with Soho. I like my suit. My suit likes me. The door to The Belle Jar was propped open. Lacey watched a pair of kings enter the black maw before working up the courage to approach. Flipper sat inside the stairs on a slashed up chair, licking closed a thin rollie. The muscled bouncer stood up when she saw Lacey, but didn't offer a hand. The girls round here knew how things went. "Fucking sucks, man," Flipper grunted, her blue eyes more steel than sea. "Tell me about it," Lacey sighed. "You're taking it well." Flipper undid the two buttons of her Sonny Crockett jacket, then did them back up. Lacey shrugged. "You want in? Blue says no cover charge tonight and tomorrow." "Good of her. Might ask for a shift." "Yeah. The girls have been crying into their Midoris since the news broke. It's like a fucking morgue in there." Flipper offered Lacey a drag of her cigarette, but Lacey shook her head. More down-in-the-mouth kings, queens, femmes, and butches passed by (just for once all moving in the same direction; marching to or from death?). Flipper blew out a long trail of smoke. "Funeral is tomorrow. Private thing." "Yeah, saw that on the news." Lacey couldn't look at Flipper in the eye. The big girl had tears forming (no no don't please fuck what do I do). Lacey barrelled down the stairs. The sticky-sweet stench of years of liquor trod into the carpet, sweaty eye shadow, weed, and clove cigarettes rose up to greet her. Bronski Beat throbbed gently from the speakers. Girls lounged over every upright surface, too many glasses scattered across table and bar top. None of them were anywhere near old enough to be Granny. Have you ever seen an old drag queen? An old dyke? Where do they go? Two shot glasses banged on the bar. "How the fuck is Maggie Thatcher still alive, and Freddie Mercury isn't," growled Blue, sloshing tequila. Lacey accepted the offering without complaint despite her bad relationship with tequila. How is anyone alive while Freddie isn't? "We only just get the country back from the old witch, now this." Lacey tried on a joke for size. "God fuck the Iron Lady," Blue growled. They tugged the bottoms of their waistcoats, saluted with their glasses, and slammed. "Next one you'll have to pay for, darlin'," Blue said after they coughed it down. "Don't worry. I 'spect tonight will be easy selling the top shelf." Lacey took a long hard look around the bar. It was already too full. When girls got all up in their liquor, tears and fists tended to fly. "Great, we're short-handed. I'll give you six percent, cause I'm feelin' generous." Blue slid a glass of water towards Lacey. "Ten." Lacey grimaced at the DJ who had just put on Adam Ant. It was too early for Adam Ant. No one got up to dance. Lacey gave the DJ the fingers. "Seven and a half. Final offer." "Tally carries over if I don't use it all tonight." The DJ gave Lacey the fingers back and lit a cigarette. Blue sighed. "Fine." "Tell that dick to play better music." "Oh god, shut up," slurred some girl at the bar with bright red lipstick. "I happen to like Adam Ant." "Lacey. Drop it," Blue said in a low voice. "Go sell something to table five. They've got dosh." The lipstick girl's top lip curled up and she whispered something to her friend. A flash of silver caught Lacey's eye as someone slid onto an empty stool. "What's the best whiskey you would recommend?" Lacey's tongue went numb. "You!" "Hello, dear." "Hey, Blue! You see this old bag here?" Lacey pointed at Granny Death smoothing out her gloves on the sticky bar top. Blue gave a don't-care shrug and turned away to serve Lipstick again. "Sure. I see her round here all the time. Her money is good as any other girl's." All the time? Oh my god, not Blue no no no NO. Lacey sat, blocking Granny's view of the rest of the bar. "This funeral bloody well isn't for you," she growled. "Perhaps not," Granny replied. Her eye shadow was a green twenty years out of date. "But I go wherever I'm needed, and tonight I am needed here." Lacey leaned to get a better look at the back of Granny's head. Sure enough, the red-rimmed gold eye blinked at her. She gestured at Blue to pour out a couple fingers of whiskey. Granny smoothed out a note, Blue pinged it into the register without comment, and made the first mark on Lacey's tally. Lacey drank without salute. "Come to get your jollies off a pack of miserable kings and queens, huh?" "I get my jollies off a good cup of tea and watching Star Trek," Granny replied, sipping delicately at her drink. "I get no joy from seeing people in pain. I'd take it all away from all you lovely dears if I could. I like your clothes. I like your faces." Granny sighed. "It's not fair. He was a very nice chap." It's not fair. Lacey grimaced and helped herself to another measure. She didn't care she was drinking too fast. "Then what's with—" She circled a hand. "—doing Death's dirty work tonight? Freddie's funeral is tomorrow." Granny dabbed her lips with a paper serviette. "Mister Bulsara does not get just one funeral, my dear. There are many funerals, big and small, happening all over the world. The unmarked ones are just as important. There's no quality control on this particular passing. Mister Bulsara's essence has well and truly passed through a Rift to the next dimension. A stable Rift in the Templace is simply a random, if rare, occurrence." Lacey rudely crunched ice through the speech. "Nice line, grandma." Granny placed the glass carefully on the bar. "I am no one's grandmother, let alone anyone's mother. This is a calling, not a job. And besides, despite what this form may allude to, I could not procreate if I wished to. Which I do not." Bloody hell. "I have another, more important reason to be at this particular funeral," Granny continued. "I am here for you." Lacey slid backwards off her stool, hands up. "Woah now there, whack job." I AM dead, I just don't know it. Granny sighed. "I am here with a proposition—" "You got to be shitting me. Our age gap has to be illegal." Lacey backed up further until she bumped into Lipstick, who cussed her out for spilling her drink. "—of a position within our administration. Death wants you to apprentice to me. You can See me. You talk about the black sparkles. That's a prelude to being trained to see the Rifts.." "I said, you owe me another fucking drink, you ugly cunt!" Hate that word hate it go on call me it again. "And I said hold your fucking horses," Lacey growled. But when she turned back, Granny Death was gone. Only the prim outline of pink lipstick on her glass suggested she had even been there. Lipstick shoved Lacey in the shoulder. "You fucking ugly dyke cunt. Replace my drink now or I fucking swear." "Or what?" Lacey whirled, fingernails cutting her palms. Don't don't, be a good girl. Everyone's desperate. Desperately sad, desperately drunk, desperately afraid. Lipstick scowled. She looked just as scared as Rocko had been the day before. "Have some common decency." Lacey lowered her voice. "There's a funeral going on here." Lipstick's friend tugged on her arm. "Come on, not tonight." Lipstick shook her off. "Oh yeah? Which of these ugly trannies did us a favor and fucked off?" Lacey's fists ached. Heat rushed from her groin to the top of her skull. Good girls don't get angry anger is so ugly. Lipstick's friend whispered at her. "Oh riiight. Wah wah. One less gay white man to colonize our spaces," Lipstick spat. "That's it, you're cut off," Blue growled. Don't don't I've got this. "He's not gay. He's bisexual, like me. And Parsi. He's from Zanzibar."  "Wot?" Liptstick got so close Lacey could taste the sour sweetness on her breath. "Bisexual? You hiding a dick in there too?" By now the friend was backing away, hands up, wanting no part in Lipstick's charade. Lacey knew the taste of a bully's fear. "Wrong one, asshole. Bye-secks-ual." "You a Paki loving tranny? Is that it?" Lipstick sneered. "You better stop," Lacey said. There was something satisfying in the simple threat. "Or what? Bisexual. Bullshit. You're either with us or against us. No wonder he died. So fucking promiscuous. Good riddance to bad rubbish." The bar disappeared. The granite in Lacey's chest didn't so much as shatter as simply melt away. What she had imagined as meters-thick solid rock was nothing more than a millimeter thin shell that gave way beneath the lightest touch. Kitty. Stevie. Gin-Gin. Toad. Paulette. Manil. Freddie. The names became a chant, faces whirling about, grating along her knuckles, clipping the rims of her ears, the smell of antiseptics and fresh washed sheets clogging up her nostrils.  Infect. Rinse. Repeat. The granite infected her fists, like she was attempting to build a wall one punch at a time. "Lace." Blue's voice. "Hey, Lace." Hands on her arms. Arms across her chest. "God damn it, Lace." Flipper's voice, angry, cold, annoyed, satisfied. Lacey struggled to shake off the infecting hands, but they held tight. Lipstick stood near the stairs, a wall of girls in suits blocking her in. Blue stared the girl down, her words lost beneath the screech of stone on stone in Lacey's head. Lipstick had a hand over her bloodied nose. The virus is passed through the sharing of infected bodily fluids. Someone sauntered out of the bathrooms. "Hey Blue. The condom and dam dispensers are empty," they shouted, oblivious to the tense scene. Flipper's hands relaxed, and she smoothed Lacey's hair with a sigh. Don't TOUCH me... "What?" grumbled Blue. "I've refilled them once tonight already." A figure at the top of the stairs, weak twilight framing curly hair into a halo. When they turned away, a golden point of light shrunk with each step, like a train moving back up a tunnel. Doom moving in reverse. That's right, little virus, you better run.     Wednesday, November 27, 1991.   Lacey fingered the scratch down the side of her nose. 'Tis nothing. How much of me is left under her fingernails though? The crowd milled about Logan Place in respectful patterns. Most were sitting, waiting for something, anything. Lacey ran her fingers along the flapping letters tacked up on the fence, catching a word here or there. I should write something let him know but I can't I can't what are words inadequate how could I compete. "Hello dear." Granny Death blocked her way, wrinkled face scrunched up at the outpouring of love and grief. Lacey hung her head. "I'm sorry you had to see that display last night. It wasn't like me at all." "You're not sorry, and of course it was you. That was you in that moment, the you you needed to be." Granny Death didn't scold. Blue had done that enough. "I'm banned from The Belle Jar for a month," Lacey said. "That other chick's banned for life. She's not going to press charges because that was her third strike. Caught her flipping coke in the bathroom. Blue assures me she threw the first bitch slap, but, well, I don't remember. It was pretty tame by all accounts. But I did land a good one on her nose." "And you're very proud of that." "First and last, Granny. First and last." But it felt GOOD. Flick of the wrist, and you're gone baby. Lacey looked up from her battered sneakers, raised an eyebrow. "You said you have a job for me. Some interview that was, then." "So you believe I am who I say I am." Granny Death pressed a floral note in amongst the forest of words. Lacey didn't recognize the language. "No. Yes. I don't know." Lacey sighed and rubbed her eyes, catching the edge of the scratch. She licked blood off her finger. "Everything's...weird. Heavy and light at the same time. I wouldn't be at all surprised if I'm having a dissociative break." "Yes, it has been a strange few days," Granny Death replied, sounding surprised at being surprised. She pulled the shade of a tree around them and the quiet murmur dampened further. "What do you want to believe?" Granny continued, taking out a pack of hard mints. Lacey sucked the lolly thoughtfully until the taste stung the back of her nose. "That Freddie isn't dead," she said, voice as meek as if her mother stood over her. "It doesn't work like that," Granny said. "We only see them to the edge of the Rift. What becomes of them after? Death doesn't even know." "You make Death sound like a semi-decent kinda person," Lacey said. "As far as employers go, they're better than most," Granny said. "It's a service someone has got to do. And the benefits aren't all that bad. Form of your choosing, extended life span—" "—free lunch." "You get to know who does the better catering," Granny admitted. Suddenly her eyebrows lifted. Expecting a spectral figure in a black robe come to put her blood on the dotted line, Lacey turned to follow her gaze. Rocko Redpath slinked through the crowd, features set in a brokenness Lacey could never have imagined his rat-like face achieving. He held the hand of a handsome muscle man. Lacey couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Rocko was right in front of her. He flinched, shuffled a little. Muscles said 'You right, love?' Lacey gave her boss a nod. Rocko nodded back, fumbled in his net shopping bag. A peace offering: a packet of PG Tips. He melted into the crowd. "So, I'm beginning to suspect I don't just See things when it comes to Death," Lacey said. "I knew about Rocko, and it wasn't just gaydar. Not sure if I forgive him though." "You don't have to," Granny said. "Let time do its thing. Life has a way of surprising you." "Does Life have an admin division too?" Lacey shoved the packet of tea into her backpack, and scrubbed at her face with her palms. Her scratch caught again. Pain is good. I can feel it this time. "I presume so, but we don't do Sunday barbeques in Hyde Park," Granny replied, deadly serious. "Never the twain, and all that." "Something like that," Granny said. A ripple passed through the crowd. People were returning to the house after the service. Some paparazzi called out, jostling for space. Fucking paps. "So, is a benefit one of those eyes in the back of your head?" Lacey asked in an undertone. Her fingers tingled, and she felt like her body was rushing through a tunnel, rushing through all the spaces in the world at once but the meat of her brain stood stock still, sloshing up against the thin eggshell that held her inside. Asking for release. Let me out, let me be. "Dear." Granny patted the air above Lacey's hand. "We have eyes in all sorts of places." Together, they waited out the rest of vigil in silence. Because silence felt good.     Monday, April 20, 1992.   Lacey paused in her duties of handing out red ribbons, condoms, and dams to watch in wonder as Extreme stormed the Wembley Stadium stage with a hot shit rendition of 'Keep Yourself Alive'. Seventy-two thousand people surged, thundered, cried, and laughed. It was turning out to be a hell of a funeral. Granny Death popped up beside Lacey, one of her hideous floral scarves tied around her forehead like an aging hippy. It went well with the terrible green polyester flares, sleeveless pastel pink twin set, and pearls. "How the hell did you get tickets!" Lacey laugh-shouted over the roar of the crowd. "This concert sold out in three hours!" "I have a little sway here and there." Granny clapped out of time with the music. "What, Death is a Queen fan?" "Something like that." Lacey squinted up into the glary Easter Monday sky. The weather held, actually pleasant for London temperatures, but the haze made it difficult to spot Rifts. Granny followed her gaze. "Relax. This is a day off." "You? Saying relax?" Lacey made a whip-crack noise. "Someone else is covering our territory for the day," Granny replied, jiggling her ample hips. That's new. More passers-by dug their hands into Lacey's box of goodies. She'd have to go back for a refill soon. Just like Blue had to keep refilling the dispensers in the bogs at the Belle Jar. Just like supplies had to topped up at the house. 'No rubber, no loving' had become the slogan whenever someone brought a date home to the Hackney flat. Even Blue had gone to get herself tested. Clear. Thank the Templace, she's all clear. Lacey carried her own letter detailing her HIV negative position like a good luck charm in a hidden inner suit jacket pocket. Granny followed her at a trot as she took a swing through the upper terraces, getting winks and up-nods from the odd king or butch. "That's nice dear," Granny said, sipping a beer. "What is?" "Seeing you smile." "Ugh, Granny." Lacey rolled her eyes. "Don't be so sloppy." Freddie, my darling. I miss you so hard gone away gone away. The chunk of granite in her chest orbited once. Glittering dust sanded off, softening an edge. Rubbing the hopeful bump on the back of her head, Lacey stared hard into the white hazy sky, forcing her eyes—all of them—to stay dry. With a gleam like the dust from the fresh edge in her chest, a Rift pondered its way open over the top of stadium. "Granny, look!" Lacey pointed up. "That's the biggest I've seen yet!" "Well done!" Granny clapped her hands, bouncing in place. Lacey was sure the old bat would ache like buggery the next day, and she'd be fetching cups of tea and hot water bottles. "Goodness me, that's a pretty one!" And it was pretty, layers of blue-shot silver with sparkling black on top, the edges curled up like a smile. Lacey nudged Granny. "He's watching us, I swear!" "Now you're just being fanciful." Granny danced off into the crowd. Her voice wafted back along with a teaser of lavender perfume. "You know the Rifts are only a one way trip." The Rift stayed open for the entirety of the concert, the longest Lacey had seen. Every time she looked up at the iridescent void, the Nothing that held Everything, her voice inside quelled to a quiet murmur. Tomorrow. I'll take my letter down to the fence at Logan Place tomorrow...   END "Seven Handy Ideas for Algorithmic Shapeshifting" is copyright Bogi Takács 2018. "Granny Death and the Drag King of London" is copyright A.J. Fitzwater 2018. This recording is a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license which means you can share it with anyone you’d like, but please don’t change or sell it. Our theme is “Aurora Borealis” by Bird Creek, available through the Google Audio Library. You can support GlitterShip by checking out our Patreon at patreon.com/keffy, subscribing to our feed, or by leaving reviews on iTunes. Thanks for listening, and we'll be back soon with a reprint of "Smooth Stones and Empty Bones" by Bennett North.

Michael Korda's ALONE: BRITAIN, CHURCHILL, AND DUNKIRK: DEFEAT INTO VICTORY is Korda's latest in a long line of successful books. Mr. Korda is my guest on The Halli Casser-Jayne Show, along with bestselling writer Ken Follett.Michael Korda once said: “Some people are so famous that the legends about them and the cultural aftermath of their life altogether obscure the real human being.” I doubt he was talking about himself when he made the statement, but it is fair to make it today. Korda, is in a word, a legend in his own time. The best-selling author of a host of books that include HERO, CLOUDS OF GLORY, and the extraordinary CHARMED LIVES, Korda has witnessed many remarkable events in the 20th century, not to mention edited presidents, world figures, and newsmakers during his esteemed tenure at Simon & Schuster. Born in London, Korda is the son of English actress Gertrude Musgrove, and the Hungarian Jewish artist and film production designer Vincent Korda. He is the nephew of film magnates Sir Alexander Korda and brother Zoltan Korda. Korda grew up in England but received part of his education in France. As a child, Korda also lived in the United States from 1941 to 1946. He was educated at private schools in Switzerland and read History at Oxford. But it is his witness to history as a young boy, as a bystander across the Channel coming of age in the heady, confusing, exciting, terrifying early days of World War II that serves as the backdrop of his latest book, ALONE: BRITAIN, CHURCHILL, AND DUNKIRK: DEFEAT INTO VICTORY that is a stunning, eye-opening, heart-warming, recounting of a world going mad and the figures and consequences of Hitler's blitzkrieg into Belgium, France, and the Netherlands in May of 1940.One of the world's best-loved authors, selling more than 160 million copies of his thirty books Ken Follett's first bestseller was EYE OF THE NEEDLE, a spy story set in the Second World War. Many of his books have reached number 1 on the New York Times Best Seller list, including EDGE OF ETERNITY, FALL OF GIANTS, A DANGEROUS FORTUNE, THE KEY TO REBECCA, LIE DOWN WITH LIONS, TRIPLE, WINTER OF THE WORLD, AND WORLD WITHOUT END.Now Ken Follett is out with a gripping new story….A COLUMN OF FIRE. For more information visit Halli Casser-Jayne dot com.

For some Rudolf Kastner is a hero, for others a traitor. Mark Lawson explores the cultural retellings of a story that began in Nazi occupied Hungary in 1944. At the time Kastner, a lawyer and a journalist, was deputy chairman of the Relief and Rescue Committee. He negotiated with Adolf Eichmann to save Jewish lives but did he pay for them with other Jewish lives? In this programme, Mark Lawson talks to those within Israel - including the playwright Motti Lerner, the Chief Historian of Yad Vashem Professor Dina Porat, and the literary critic Professor Dan Laor - who have all wrestled with Kastner's story and the issues it raises. Image: A Hungarian woman looks for her relatives names on the Hungarian Jewish holocaust victims memorial wall in Budapest, Credit AFP/Getty Images

The Face of Heaven So Fine Kat Howard There is an entire history in the stars. Light takes time to travel, to get from wherever the star is to wherever we can see it, here, on Earth. So when you think about it, when we see the stars, we are looking back in time. Everything those stars actually shone on has already happened. But just because a story already happened, that doesn’t mean it’s finished. Full transcript after the cut. ----more---- Hello! Welcome to GlitterShip episode 26 for April 19th, 2016. I'm your host, Keffy, and I'm super excited to be sharing these stories with you. It's been a while since GlitterShip last ran flash fiction, so I'm treating you to an episode with three flash stories in it. This episode also marks the return of Bogi Takács, whose fiction previously appeared in GlitterShip episode 3, "This Shall Serve As a Demarcation." Our first story today is "The Face of Heaven So Fine" by Kat Howard Kat Howard lives in New Hampshire. Her short fiction has been nominated for the World Fantasy Award, anthologized in year's best and best of collections, and performed on NPR. Her debut novel, Roses and Rot, will be out in May from Saga Press. You can find her on twitter at @KatWithSword. The Face of Heaven So Fine Kat Howard There is an entire history in the stars. Light takes time to travel, to get from wherever the star is to wherever we can see it, here, on Earth. So when you think about it, when we see the stars, we are looking back in time. Everything those stars actually shone on has already happened. But just because a story already happened, that doesn’t mean it’s finished. Juliet was the bleeding heart of a story, made flesh and made gorgeous. She was all eyeliner and fishnets, the kind of girl who looked like she’d carve designs on her own skin, not because she was trying to hurt herself, but just for the beauty of it, you know? It wasn’t ever herself that Juliet cut, though. It was her lovers. All of them. That was the deal. A fuck, and then a perfect star, cut out of their skin. The scars were like a badge of honor. Proof you’d been with her. People would ask her to put them some place visible, those little stars she cut out of people, but Juliet chose. Juliet always chose. I fell in love with Juliet the first time I met her, which doesn’t make me any different from anyone else. I know that. That’s just how it was with Juliet. If you fell in love with her, it was an instant, headlong crash. I don’t think she fell in love back. It didn’t matter. She was like a star – so bright that everything else seemed dim when she walked into the room. It was enough to be in her orbit. I met her for the first time at a party. I knew who she was. Everyone knew who Juliet was. She was a love story with a knife, and a tattoo of an apothecary’s vial. But when we met, I was dancing, and some guy bumped into me, and I tripped. When I put my hands out to catch myself, it was her shoulders that they landed on. She leaned close, her lips almost brushing my ear, “You’re Rose, right?” I nodded. “Let’s dance.” We did. We danced until I could taste her sweat mixed with mine, until I wasn’t sure whether the ache in my thighs was from exhaustion or desire. We danced until I saw stars, her hand under my shirt, tracing a constellation on my skin. Because of the distances between the stars and the Earth, some of the stars we see in the sky have already died, burnt themselves out. Some people think that’s sad, that we look up and see things that aren’t there anymore. I think it’s beautiful. It’s like, because we can still see them, in a way they’re still alive. After, when her fingers were still inside me, her head resting on my chest, I asked: “What do you do with the stars?” Juliet was silent long enough that I thought she wasn’t going to answer. Then she said, “There was a boy, and I loved him. It was the kind of love people write poetry and songs about. “He burned brighter than the stars, and then he died. And I didn’t. I thought I would, but I didn’t.” She climbed from the bed, and looked out the window. “I promised I would cut him out, and hang him in the heavens. That way, everyone can see him, and when they do, they’ll know he was worth everything.” Juliet cut the star from the skin on my chest, right over my heart. She used a dagger. “It was his,” she said when I asked. It hurt. Of course it hurt. The star of skin was the least of what she was cutting out of me. I had never wondered before how it was that people fell out of love with Juliet. The scar healed cleanly. Not just cleanly, but perfectly, a star shining on my skin. I look for him in the sky. That boy that Juliet loved so much that she would change the face of heaven for him. I don’t know how long it takes the light from those stars, the ones that she hangs, to reach us here, but I know that it will. I wonder if light reaches back in time, too. Maybe it’s impossible, but a lot of things are, and they happen anyway. I see the stars, and I wonder if that boy ever looked up at the sky and knew how much Juliet loved him. The kind of love people write songs and poetry about. The kind of love that is written in the stars. END Our next story is "A Thing with Teeth" by Nino Cipri Nino Cipri is a queer and genderqueer writer living in Chicago. Their writing has been published in Tor.com, Fireside Fiction, Podcastle , Daily Science Fiction, and other fine publications. A multidisciplinary artist, Nino has also written plays, essays, and radio features, and has performed as a dancer, actor, and puppeteer. They currently work as a bicycle mechanic, freelance writer, and occasional rabblerouser. A Thing with Teeth by Nino Cipri She started with Elena’s books. Sylvia tore out the blank back pages first, then the title pages, the dedications. Finally, the words themselves, the brittle pages of the story. She tore them into strips, sucked on them until they were soft, chewed them into balls and swallowed them. Sylvia thought she could detect hidden tastes on the pages. The worn copy of Harold and the Purple Crayon that Elena had kept since childhood was faintly sweet, like store-bought bread. The sex guide tasted coppery, and Elena’s journals had a hint of fake cherry, like cough drops. The books of poetry were minty, but with a bitter aftertaste. Elena’s letters were next. Torn into pieces, swallowed, hidden in the cavern below her throat. Sylvia could taste the dust on them, the fine desert sand that Elena said got into everything. She could taste gun oil, the military-issue soap, the hand-lotion that Sylvia had mailed across continents and oceans. She'd imagined Elena running into her dry, chapped knuckles when she'd packed it up. This stuff is worth its weight in gold around here, Elena had written. You’re a goddess. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. The words echoed in the empty part of Sylvia’s chest. Her stomach felt like an empty house, filled with dust and ghosts. She swallowed the death notification from the Army, and then the letter from Elena’s commanding officer. It included all the details that the official notification had left out, typed out in unadorned English: the ambush, the ground-to-air missiles, the crash, the fire. We couldn’t recover her remains from the wreck, he wrote. I’m sorry. It’s likely that she died from her wounds, and not the fire. She probably went quick. Sylvia thought again of Elena’s hands. Had she worn that lotion that day? Had she smelled its perfume before she died? Sylvia tore the letter into strips and let it dissolve on her tongue. If hope was a thing with feathers, what was grief? When the books and letters were gone, she ate their photos, the black-and-white strips from photo booths, the matte prints from their civil union, the out-of-focus pictures from their honeymoon in Puerto Rico. Still hungry, she started on Elena’s clothes next, the T-shirts with the ironic slogans, the cotton briefs, the lacy bras she rarely wore. Sylvia ate the sheets off their bed, both their bathrobes, a washcloth, a slipper. She ate Elena’s pocketbook. It took her four days and a heavy kitchen knife to finish off a pair of old hiking boots, chewing and chewing and chewing. All that and she still felt hollow, carved open like a canyon. Sylvia stood at the mirror with her aching jaw held open, peering into the inside of her own mouth. She half-expected to see words imprinted on the red skin of her throat, black letters crawling towards the tip of her tongue. Her breath fogged the mirror. When Sylvia spat, there were threads of blood in the saliva, mixed with something darker. Ink, maybe. Sylvia walked out of her house in her pajamas, into the cold, damp air. She ran her fingers over the bark of the oak tree that dominated the backyard, then knelt down on the grass and stared up at the sky through the branches, at the chalky moon, the glassy stars. She stared at her hands, the bitten nails and torn cuticles, knuckles dry and chapped. She pressed her fingertips to the cool, damp ground at the foot of the oak tree. It parted easily, and she came up with two small handfuls of dirt. Hesitantly, she put one in her mouth, pouring it past her lips. She worked it around her tongue, and then swallowed it. Sylvia worked quickly after that, digging her fingers into the damp sod. She clawed up chunks of the ground, shoving handful after handful into her mouth. By dawn, she’d swallowed enough dirt to fill a grave. She lay back, her hands caked with soil to her elbow, belly distended, lips and chin black with soil. Finally, she thought. I’m full. END   And, our final story is "Increasing Police Visibility" by Bogi Takács. Bogi Takács is an agender Hungarian Jewish author currently living in the US. E writes both speculative fiction and poetry, and eir works have been published in a variety of venues like Strange Horizons, Clarkesworld, Capricious and Nature Futures, among others. E has an upcoming novelette in GigaNotoSaurus and a story in Defying Doomsday, an anthology of apocalypse-survival fiction with a focus on disabled characters, edited by Tsana Dolichva and Holly Kench. E also recently guest-edited an issue of inkscrawl, the magazine for minimalist speculative poetry. You can find Bogi on the web at http://www.prezzey.net and on twitter as @bogiperson.   Increasing Police Visibility by Bogi Takács   Manned detector gates will be installed at border crossings, including Ferihegy Airport, and at major pedestrian thoroughfares in Budapest. No illegally present extraterrestrial will evade detection, government spokesperson Júlia Berenyi claimed at today's press conference... Kari scribbles wildly in a pocket notebook. How to explain? It's impossible to explain anything to government bureaucrats, let alone science. Kari writes: To describe a measurement— Sensitivity: True positives / Positives = True positives / (True positives + False negatives) Specificity: True negatives / Negatives = True negatives / (False positives + True negatives) Kari decides even this is too complicated, tears out the page, starts over. To describe a measurement— Janó grits his teeth, fingers the pistol in its holster. The man in front of him is on the verge of tears, but who knows when suffering will turn into assault, without another outlet. “I have to charge you with the use of forged documents,” Janó says. “How many times do I have to say? I'm – not – an – alien,” the man yells and raises his hands, more in desperation than in preparation to attack. “Assault on police officers in the line of duty carries an additional penalty,” Janó says. The man breaks down crying. Kari paces the small office, practices the presentation. They will not understand because they don't want to understand, e thinks. Out loud, e says: “To describe any kind of measurement, statisticians have devised two metrics we're going to use. Sensitivity shows us how good the measurement is at finding true positives. In this situation, a person identified as an ET who is genuinely an ET.” The term ET still makes em think of the Spielberg movie from eir childhood. E sighs and goes on. “Whereas specificity shows us how good the measurement is at finding true negatives.” How much repetition is too much? “Here, a person identified as an Earth human who's really an Earth human.” The whole thing is just about keeping the police busy and visible. Elections are coming next year, Kari thinks. Right-wing voters eat up this authoritarian nonsense. “So if we know the values of sensitivity and specificity, and know how frequent are ETs in our population, we can calculate a lot. We can determine how likely it is for a person who was detected at a gate to be a real extraterrestrial.” Alien is a slur, e reminds emself. Eir officemate comes in, banging the door open. He glances at eir slide and yells. “Are they still nagging you with that alien crap?” The young, curly-haired woman is wearing an ankle-length skirt and glaring down at Janó — she must be at least twenty centimeters taller than him, he estimates. She is the seventh person that day who objects to a full-body scan. “This goes against my religious observance,” she says, nodding and grimacing. “I request a pat-down by a female officer.” She sounds practiced at this. Janó sighs. “A pat-down cannot detect whether you are truly an extraterrestrial.” “I will sue you!” “Sue the state, you're welcome,” he groans and pushes her through, disgusted with himself all the while. Kari is giving the presentation to a roomful of government bureaucrats. E's trying to put on a magician's airs. Pull the rabbit out of the hat with a flourish. “So let's see! No measurement is perfect. How good do you think your gates are at detecting ETs? Ninety percent? Ninety-five percent? You know what, let's make it ninety-nine percent just for the sake of our argument.” They would probably be happy with eighty, e thinks. E scribbles on the whiteboard – they couldn't get the office smartboard working, nor the projector. Eir marker squeaks. SENSITIVITY = 99% SPECIFICITY = 99% “And now, how many people are actually ETs in disguise? Let's say half percent.” That's probably a huge overestimate still, e thinks. “So for a person who tests as an ET, the probability that they truly are an ET can be calculated with Bayes' theorem...” E fills the whiteboard with eir energetic scrawl. E pauses once finished. The calculations are relatively easy to follow, but e hopes even those who did not pay attention can interpret the result. Someone in the back hisses, bites back a curse. Some people whisper. “Yes, it's around 33 percent,” Kari says. “In this scenario, two thirds of people who test as ETs will be Earth humans. And this gets even worse the rarer the ETs are.” And the worse your sensitivity and specificity, e thinks but doesn't add. E isn't here to slam the detection gate technology. “This, by the way, is why general-population terrorist screenings after 9/11 were such abysmal failures.” Americans are a safe target here; the current crop of apparatchiks is pro-Russian. This is math. There is nothing to argue with here. Some of the men still try. Kari spends over an hour on discussion, eir perkiness already worn off by the half-hour mark. “We can't just stop the program,” a middle-aged man finally says. “It increases police visibility in the community.” Kari wishes e could just walk out on them, but what would that accomplish? “I had a horrible day,” Kari/Janó say simultaneously, staring at each other: their rumpled, red-eyed, rattled selves. “I hate myself,” Janó says. “I'm useless,” Kari says. Then they hug. Then they kiss. Below their second-story window, on Klauzál Square, an extraterrestrial materializes out of thin air, dodging the gates.  _____________ Endnotes: For those interested in the actual calculations, the Bayes' Theorem page on Wikipedia demonstrates them with the numbers used in the story, in the context of drug testing. I first heard the terrorism comparison from Prof. Floyd Webster Rudmin at the University of Tromsø, Norway. END "The Face of Heaven So Fine" was originally published in the February 2013 issue of Apex Magazine. "A Thing with Teeth" was originally published in Eunoia Review in 2013. "Increasing Police Visibility" was originally published in the June 2015 issue of Lightspeed: Queers Destroy Science Fiction. This recording is a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license, which means you can share it with anyone you’d like, but please don’t change or sell it. Our theme is “Aurora Borealis” by Bird Creek, available through the  Google Audio Library. Thanks for listening, and I'll be back on May 3rd with a GlitterShip original. [Music Plays Out]

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