If I have learned nothing else through my 16-year-old daughter's death, it is that you can never tell your children enough times how much you love them.
The essential outrage of "Holocaust on Your Plate" was not that it injured feelings, but rather that it equated human beings with cows, pigs and chickens.
She was terminally ill with no possibility for cure. Her husband insisted we do everything possible to keep her alive. I couldn't help wondering: Did we launch her into some painful, hellish limbo?
When civilized nations fail to rise up against the Jew-haters in their midst, it is often just a matter of time before the Jew-haters in their midst rise up against them.
When you retell a story in which the role of the Jews is central and give it the most offensive, pre-Vatican II treatment possible, you can hardly claim, "I didn't mean it."
His latest lethal weapon? Mel's film promises spiritual inspiration but instead evokes the kind of rage that for centuries past resulted in ruthless acts of retribution.