robert rubenstein

In a convoluted sense, I truly understand the “Stand Your Ground” law in Florida. Poor Trayvon Martin’s fiancé will just have to find another American dream—of love, family, and her pursuit of happiness. For the rest of us, we will go on until the next atrocity, the next isolated event. But for her, and Trayvon’s family, trust me, this is a "shattered glass," a holocaust. I don’t want to self-aggrandize here, but I have been studying history keenly lately. Just last night I taught my Advanced Topics class: The Psychology of Racism about how the poison of race hatred is hidden nowadays. Aversive racism is the inner biases that hide behind the outer shell of right political thinking. It is ironic that I teach this course, and I have a confession: “As a result of mental disturbance from my experiences during the atomic wars... I was a willing subject of Goldstein's influence. I was stubborn and egocentric. I went into the proletarian zones...  I had sex with prostitutes. I deliberately contracted syphilis.” The Orwellian quote here I offer to the defense of Mr. Zimmerman, in the present, as yet, non-case, in Florida if ever he would face prosecution. If ever he were forced to stand down. Forgive my transgressions, but as a Jew, perhaps, I see more Nazis than I should at this stage of my life. When I was five years old, I had to see films of the death camps. We, our generation, following the Holocaust, were taught young...

On Fire With Ginger Lee ... an introduction “ ... there is a connection to a bridge that they draw like Jesus on a mural, in the dashboards of the American brain. It’s being built, in reality, an irresistible idea, from our country to theirs, to Nazi Germany. Verschauer’s assistant is a doctor named Josef Mengele. He has zeal to study twins. What are Nazis doing here? It’s about racism and where it is all headed; a bad seed, a party I don’t want to be at, at all, but it may be too late to do anything about the blood that is about to be spilled.”How she envied the passion, but not the plan that had the will to believe in a cause without a care. They lynched, burned, hanged, how else could they kill? Hate, not love, was the fuel to run the engine. She had a pen and a gun, but didn’t know how to fire either effectively. She would have to really learn how to use it, she thought. She would have to have more reason to fight fire with fire. She would have to hate more to be of real service to the nation. Then she remembered the outrage to Jenny Love, and, in Stockton California, to herself. There was an evil about, skirting like a stone across the ocean that nobody could foresee because, well before Mengele came for their eyes, America already had gone blind.What would Nelly Bly have done? She wondered. “Just get...