![]() It all started with lies and lies and lies, and intolerance. They were in physical pain from the shrapnel in their bodies and in emotional pain from what they saw or did. I heard it my own ears and saw it with my own eyes. I did not hold him totally responsible because our neighbor was doing the same thing to his family, and so was the next neighbor over. But my father would come home drunk once or twice a week and he would scream and hit us and scare my mother. Now, I’ve never shared this so publicly because it is a painful memory. ![]() Many just went along step-by-step down the road. Not all of them were rabid antisemites or Nazis. Growing up, I was surrounded by broken men drinking away their guilt over their participation in the most evil regime in history. I was born in 1947, two years after the Second World War. Now, I grew up in the ruins of a country that suffered the loss of its democracy. They trampled the very principles on which our country was founded. They did not just break down the doors of the building that housed the American democracy. They shattered the ideas we took for granted. ![]() But the mob did not just shatter the windows of the Capitol. The broken glass was in the windows of the United States Capitol. Wednesday was the Day of Broken Glass right here in the United States. It was a night of rampage against the Jews carried out in 1938 by the Nazi equivalent of the Proud Boys. I am very aware of Kristallnacht, or the Night of Broken Glass. As an immigrant to this country, I would like to say a few words to my fellow Americans and to our friends around the world about the events of recent days.
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