On Harry Houdini, Arnold Rothstein, the Day of Holocaust Remembrance, and how hate steals the future
Beautifully written. “Whose cunning was cut off, whose daring died, whose brilliance dimmed...”. What an important question! Hatred ends up robbing us all. Thank you for framing it in this way. ❤️
I thought this was beautiful, and the opposite of too long; I would have happily gone on reading for quite a while longer <3
My grandfather Arnold Weiss and both of my great-grandparents are two plots away from Houdini; whenever we go to visit them, we use Houdini's grave as our landmark. Love this piece so very much. <3
I mourn those I would never know. First, second, third cousins, once and twice removed, tantes and feters that might have been, but never were.
I appreciate the sentiment.
Thank you, Talia. Well done.