"Kill 'em all," said one of the gentleman. His friend replied, "They're all Jew Rosens."
I was livid.
I glanced at Flip, who said, "I know."
For a second, I wished the entire Israeli army was standing behind me with Uzis. Violent words beget violent thoughts which quickly escalate into violent deeds. I dismissed my imaginary soldiers.
Why do some people still perceive entire groups of other people as hateful and bad? How can we get past this limiting and hurtful belief system? What will it take to replace the rampant ugliness with the brotherly love we all subscribe to in theory, but often fail to practice?
One of the men was pushing a double stroller with two infants who are probably doomed to learn his prejudices along with their ABC's. When will it ever end?
My entire observance of Passover consists of buying a box of matzohs and eating them with butter and salt.
Flip noticed me partaking of my annual religious ritual and said, "That Nazi looks like wall board."
"Um, no. Nazi is not exactly what you want to call a matzoh," I said, "but I can see how you got confused since they both have 'z's in them."
So now I have a tiny window into how Alzheimer's works. Maybe. And no, he was not joking but sometimes, you just have to laugh anyway.
