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Saturday, December 22, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Executive Briefing from Jewish Federation & Family Services
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Executive Briefing from our Chairman and President
Dear Friends of Jewish Federation & Family Services,
Over the past 24 hours, we have witnessed the news, and heard from our friends and family members in Israel about the recent actions undertaken by Israel to protect herself, and the Jewish people, from a never-ending onslaught of deadly rocket attacks. Most of the media are sharing with the public that Israel was 'inciting violence' with the assassination of Hamas leader Jabari, when in fact it was Israel once again attempting to protect her people by eliminating the source of thousands of rocket attacks on the Holy Land, aimed at the homes of innocent people, of our own brother and sisters. Jabari was, in fact, also directly responsible for the kidnapping of Gilad Shalit.
The facts are indisputable, and it was time to say once again: enough is enough. Since 2000, more than 12,000 rockets have been fired at Israel from Gaza. Since the beginning of 2012, more than 820 rockets fired from Gaza have struck Israel. And in the past two days alone, over 250 rockets have been fired from Gaza into Israel.
To lend some perspective, if Gaza was Los Angeles, that would mean every town and city in Orange County would be within firing range of a Hamas rocket attack. Imagine the panic, the frustration, the anger, thinking about your children in school all day. Imagine living in a democratic nation, surrounded by hatred, violence, and the erratic
shelling of your family, friends, neighbors, homes, schools and shopping centers, where no place is safe. Not just border towns or “occupied” areas but, as you have heard in the news, Tel Aviv (hit twice today by Fajr-5 missiles—recently acquired from Iran), Beersheva, Sderot, and our very own Sister City, Kiryat Malachi, where the photo at right was taken just yesterday. Click here to view video testimony by an eyewitness to the attack in Kiryat Malachi (video by former UCI Campus Shaliach Itzik Yarkoni).
Clearly a response was overdue. Put yourself in the shoes of our Israeli family:
• Hamas has rockets of widely varied range, and if any aim at all, they target civilian populations. You just never know.
• Several Israeli citizens have been killed and over ONE MILLION have been forced into bomb shelters, and children are educated IN the bomb shelters. • Israel has surgically targeted ONLY terrorists and weapon stockpiles (often hidden below kindergarten and elementary classrooms). • Firefighters have been put on call 24 hours a day. • Israel is told repeatedly by leadership bodies around the world that she does not have the right to defend herself.
On this day, we know you will join us in mourning the deaths of the innocent victims, supporting and praying for our brave IDF soldiers, and extending our community-wide solidarity with the State of Israel in her inalienable right to protect herself from threats of death, damage, and unthinkable war.
Jewish Federation & Family Services takes seriously our role to keep you closely informed on the circumstances in Israel. You can count on important updates and urgent needs being communicated to you as the hours, days, and weeks unfold. While we pray for a rapid resolution to the current crisis, we will ‘hope for the best, plan for the worst, and attend to needs as they arise.’
Today, the Executive Board of Jewish Federations of North America voted to commit up to $5 million for the immediate needs of the people of Israel, especially in the south, from both existing reserve funds and new contributions from the Federations. Many needs are already quite urgent and we have set up a page on which you can contribute here. We hope that you will take part in helping Israel heal and repair during this very challenging time.
Thank you for your support of our community, here and abroad.
Phil and Shalom
Philip I. Waldman, Chairman of the Board
Shalom C. Elcott, President and CEO |
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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
A Story About the Goodness in the World
Thanks to an IAAW community member for sharing the author's name and original version of the "NY Taxi Driver Story." Here is the true story by Kent Nerburn. Enjoy!
The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget
(From the website It's All About Women)
There was a time in my life twenty years a
The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget
(From the website It's All About Women)
There was a time in my life twenty years a
go when I was driving a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a gambler's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss, constant movement and the thrill of a dice roll every time a new passenger got into the cab.
What I didn't count on when I took the job was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a rolling confessional. Passengers would climb in, sit behind me in total anonymity and tell me of their lives.
We were like strangers on a train, the passengers and I, hurtling through the night, revealing intimacies we would never have dreamed of sharing during the brighter light of day. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and made me weep. And none of those lives touched me more than that of a woman I picked up late on a warm August night.
I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or someone going off to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.
When I arrived at the address, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground-floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a short minute, then drive away. Too many bad possibilities awaited a driver who went up to a darkened building at 2:30 in the morning.
But I had seen too many people trapped in a life of poverty who depended on the cab as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation had a real whiff of danger, I always went to the door to find the passenger. It might, I reasoned, be someone who needs my assistance. Would I not want a driver to do the same if my mother or father had called for a cab?
So I walked to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute," answered a frail and elderly voice. I could hear the sound of something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman somewhere in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like you might see in a costume shop or a Goodwill store or in a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The sound had been her dragging it across the floor.
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. "I'd like a few moments alone. Then, if you could come back and help me? I'm not very strong."
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm, and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
"It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."
"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said. Her praise and appreciation were almost embarrassing.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I should go there. He says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to go?" I asked.
For the next two hours we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they had first been married. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she would have me slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. Without waiting for me, they opened the door and began assisting the woman. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her; perhaps she had phoned them right before we left.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase up to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held on to me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
There was nothing more to say. I squeezed her hand once, then walked out into the dim morning light. Behind me, I could hear the door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I did not pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the remainder of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? What if I had been in a foul mood and had refused to engage the woman in conversation? How many other moments like that had I missed or failed to grasp?
We are so conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unawares. When that woman hugged me and said that I had brought her a moment of joy, it was possible to believe that I had been placed on earth for the sole purpose of providing her with that last ride.
I do not think that I have ever done anything in my life that was any more important.
From "The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget" by Kent Nerburn.
What I didn't count on when I took the job was that it was also a ministry. Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a rolling confessional. Passengers would climb in, sit behind me in total anonymity and tell me of their lives.
We were like strangers on a train, the passengers and I, hurtling through the night, revealing intimacies we would never have dreamed of sharing during the brighter light of day. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and made me weep. And none of those lives touched me more than that of a woman I picked up late on a warm August night.
I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or someone going off to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.
When I arrived at the address, the building was dark except for a single light in a ground-floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a short minute, then drive away. Too many bad possibilities awaited a driver who went up to a darkened building at 2:30 in the morning.
But I had seen too many people trapped in a life of poverty who depended on the cab as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation had a real whiff of danger, I always went to the door to find the passenger. It might, I reasoned, be someone who needs my assistance. Would I not want a driver to do the same if my mother or father had called for a cab?
So I walked to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute," answered a frail and elderly voice. I could hear the sound of something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman somewhere in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like you might see in a costume shop or a Goodwill store or in a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The sound had been her dragging it across the floor.
The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. "I'd like a few moments alone. Then, if you could come back and help me? I'm not very strong."
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm, and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
"It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."
"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said. Her praise and appreciation were almost embarrassing.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."
I looked in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I should go there. He says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to go?" I asked.
For the next two hours we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they had first been married. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she would have me slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. Without waiting for me, they opened the door and began assisting the woman. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her; perhaps she had phoned them right before we left.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase up to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held on to me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."
There was nothing more to say. I squeezed her hand once, then walked out into the dim morning light. Behind me, I could hear the door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I did not pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the remainder of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? What if I had been in a foul mood and had refused to engage the woman in conversation? How many other moments like that had I missed or failed to grasp?
We are so conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unawares. When that woman hugged me and said that I had brought her a moment of joy, it was possible to believe that I had been placed on earth for the sole purpose of providing her with that last ride.
I do not think that I have ever done anything in my life that was any more important.
From "The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget" by Kent Nerburn.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Puff Pastry
Puff pastry is
our all time favorite dough to use year-round so we always make sure to have
puff pastry on-hand in our freezer. It is so versatile and you can use it with
just about any ingredients in your pantry or refrigerator to make a quick and
easy snack, appetizer, lunch, dessert and so much more! Here is a simple recipe using puff pastry with apples
for a simple dessert – now remember, you can use the same preparation steps
below with not only apples but pears, peaches, apricots, berries and even
chocolate - YUM! Or for a savory bite, stuff it with some sausage, ham, cheese,
olives, herbs, and any vegetables you desire!
Apple Turnovers
(Yield: 4 servings)
Ingredients
•2 apples, peeled, cut into ½ inch dice
•4 tablespoons brown sugar
•1/2 tablespoon all-purpose flour
•1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
•1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
•4 sheets of frozen puff pastry, defrosted
•1 egg, beaten with 2 tablespoons water
Preparation
•Preheat the oven to 400˚F.
•In a bowl, toss apples with the sugar, flour, cinnamon, and nutmeg to evenly coat.
•Brush edges of puff pastry with egg wash and place about 3 tablespoons of the apple mixture on half of the sheet. Fold pastry diagonally over the mixture to form a triangle. Seal by pressing the edges with a fork.
•Transfer to a sheet pan lined with parchment paper. Brush the top with egg wash.
•Using a small paring knife cut a small “x” in the center of the triangle to create a steam vent.
•Bake for 20 minutes until browned and puffed. Let cool for 5 minutes before enjoying.
Source:
TSpoons
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Where Your Social Security Money is Going
Social Security Funds Purchasing Ammo
In summary, our administration is purchasing large quantities of ammo with "Social Security" funds to prepare the government for civil unrest. Further, the government and anti-gun groups continue to chip away at our rights to bear arms. The end result is that we, the people, will not be able to defend ourselves as our government takes over more and more control of our lives. Tyranny doesn't happen overnight...it works its way into a system and that is exactly what is happening here in America. You can sit back, ignore it, deny it and put your head in the sand -- or you can do something about it. Here are a few things we can all do:
1. Vote out this administration
2. Replace members of congress who don't represent us but represent their own self-interest (many on both sides of the isle) or the interests of large government
3. Support the people's right to bear arms
Just look what is happening around the world to tyrannical governments and don't think it can't or won't happen in America.
Janet
In summary, our administration is purchasing large quantities of ammo with "Social Security" funds to prepare the government for civil unrest. Further, the government and anti-gun groups continue to chip away at our rights to bear arms. The end result is that we, the people, will not be able to defend ourselves as our government takes over more and more control of our lives. Tyranny doesn't happen overnight...it works its way into a system and that is exactly what is happening here in America. You can sit back, ignore it, deny it and put your head in the sand -- or you can do something about it. Here are a few things we can all do:
1. Vote out this administration
2. Replace members of congress who don't represent us but represent their own self-interest (many on both sides of the isle) or the interests of large government
3. Support the people's right to bear arms
Just look what is happening around the world to tyrannical governments and don't think it can't or won't happen in America.
Janet
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Custom Made Family Haggadah
Custom Made Family Haggadah
Contact GBDesign@att.net if you would like a custom made Haggadah for your family too!
Contact GBDesign@att.net if you would like a custom made Haggadah for your family too!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Dipping Sauce
Dipping Sauce
A simple mixture of equal parts of low fat sour cream, Greek yogurt, and low fat mayonnaise and then spiced it up with some curry powder, cayenne pepper, salt and black pepper.
A simple mixture of equal parts of low fat sour cream, Greek yogurt, and low fat mayonnaise and then spiced it up with some curry powder, cayenne pepper, salt and black pepper.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Passover Matzah Farfel Kugel
Passover Matzah Farfel Kugel
By
Grandma Rosa Lee
Passed
down by Great Grandma Jennie
Made
by Janet and Ciara Lawrence
Ingredients:
5 cups farfal
5 eggs
¾ cup sugar
1 stick pareve margarine – melted
1 tsp salt
1 ½ tsp cinnamon
1 cup white raisins
1 cup chopped walnuts
4 gala apples – peeled, core removed, cut into small pieces
Procedure:
1.
Beat eggs and salt together
2.
Add sugar, margarine, cinnamon and blend
3.
Add nuts, raisins, apples and blend
4.
Rinse farfel with warm water and drain
5.
Add top 1-3 ingredients into farfel and blend
6.
Fill muffin tins or pour in 9x11 (or 9x13)
container
7.
Bake 350o – 45 minutes
8.
Yield 24 kugles
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| Passover Kugel |
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Beinart's Crisis, a Book Review by Rabbi David Wolpe
Fantastic book review from Rabbi David Wolpe of author Peter Beinart's "The Crisis of Zionism". Would highly recommend it for high school students and above. So many profound and true statements here. Very balanced in my humble opinion. Definitely worth reading and using for classroom discussions and debates.
One of my favorite parts from Rabbi Wolpe, "When people ask what keeps the (Israeli/Palestinian) conflict going, I invite them to imagine that tomorrow the Palestinians had the firepower of the Israelis and the Israelis the firepower of the Palestinians. Do you think the Jews would be subject to occasional harassment , resource depletion and roadblocks? Or do you suspect, do you know somewhere deep down, that the world would witness a terrible massacre? And if you think the second, how gingerly would you conduct negotiations toward statehood?
Beinart's Crisis, a book review by Rabbi David Wolpe
One of my favorite parts from Rabbi Wolpe, "When people ask what keeps the (Israeli/Palestinian) conflict going, I invite them to imagine that tomorrow the Palestinians had the firepower of the Israelis and the Israelis the firepower of the Palestinians. Do you think the Jews would be subject to occasional harassment , resource depletion and roadblocks? Or do you suspect, do you know somewhere deep down, that the world would witness a terrible massacre? And if you think the second, how gingerly would you conduct negotiations toward statehood?
Beinart's Crisis, a book review by Rabbi David Wolpe
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Ciara's first official baseball story published on the Web -- we're so proud of her!
Ciara's First Published Baseball Story
Ciara's First Published Baseball Story
Monday, March 12, 2012
WOW WHAT A LITTLE GEM THE CUCUMBER IS,I WILL LOOK AT IT DIFFERENTLY NOW.
(Not sure if this is true as it was passed on to me, but it is worth trying!)
1. Cucumbers contain most of the vitamins you need every day, just one cucumber contains Vitamin B1, Vitamin B2, Vitamin B3, Vitamin B5, Vitamin B6, Folic Acid, Vitamin C, Calcium, Iron, Magnesium, Phosphorus, Potassium and Zinc.
2. Feeling tired in the afternoon, put down the caffeinated soda and pick up a cucumber. Cucumbers are a good source of B Vitamins and Carbohydrates that can provide that quick pick-me-up that can last for hours.
3. Tired of your bathroom mirror fogging up after a shower? Try rubbing a cucumber slice along the mirror, it will eliminate the fog and provide a soothing, spa-like fragrance.
4. Are grubs and slugs ruining your planting beds? Place a few slices in a small pie tin and your garden will be free of pests all season long. The chemicals in the cucumber react with the aluminum to give off a scent undetectable to humans but drive garden pests crazy and make them flee the area.
5 Looking for a fast and easy way to remove cellulite before going out or to the pool? Try rubbing a slice or two of cucumbers along your problem area for a few minutes, the phytochemicals in the cucumber cause the collagen in your skin to tighten, firming up the outer layer and reducing the visibility of cellulite. Works great on wrinkles too!!!
6.. Want to avoid a hangover or terrible headache? Eat a few cucumber slices before going to bed and wake up refreshed and headache free. Cucumbers contain enough sugar, B vitamins and electrolytes to replenish essential nutrients the body lost, keeping everything in equilibrium, avoiding both a hangover and headache!!
7. Looking to fight off that afternoon or evening snacking binge? Cucumbers have been used for centuries and often used by European trappers, traders and explores for quick meals to thwart off starvation.
8. Have an important meeting or job interview and you realize that you don't have enough time to polish your shoes? Rub a freshly cut cucumber over the shoe, its chemicals will provide a quick and durable shine that not only looks great but also repels water.
9. Out of WD 40 and need to fix a squeaky hinge? Take a cucumber slice and rub it along the problematic hinge, and voila, the squeak is gone!
10. Stressed out and don't have time for massage, facial or visit to the spa? Cut up an entire cucumber and place it in a boiling pot of water, the chemicals and nutrients from the cucumber with react with the boiling water and be released in the steam, creating a soothing, relaxing aroma that has been shown the reduce stress in new mothers and college students during final exams.
11. Just finish a business lunch and realize you don't have gum or mints? Take a slice of cucumber and press it to the roof of your mouth with your tongue for 30 seconds to eliminate bad breath, the phytochemcials will kill the bacteria in your mouth responsible for causing bad breath.
12. Looking for a 'green' way to clean your faucets, sinks or stainless steel? Take a slice of cucumber and rub it on the surface you want to clean, not only will it remove years of tarnish and bring back the shine, but is won't leave streaks and won't harm you fingers or fingernails while you clean.
13. Using a pen and made a mistake? Take the outside of the cucumber and slowly use it to erase the pen writing, also works great on crayons and markers that the kids have used to decorate the walls!!
Pass this along to everybody you know who is looking for better and safer ways to solve life's everyday problems.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Boycott The Edge of Darkness
Forwarded from a friend:
Mel Gibson's new movie.
As a fellow Jew I am asking you to do the following for the reasons that I am going to state. Mel Gibson has a new movie coming out within the next week. It is named The Edge Of Darkness. I am asking you to not only boycott the movie but to forward this email to every Jew and every Jewish support group that you know. If you have any contacts with any media that can put this to print, it would reach even more people then we can imagine.
If you recall Mel's father denies that the Holocaust ever happened. Mel supports his fathers beliefs.
On Ash Wednesday February 25th, 2004, the movie "Passion Of The Christ" opened in thousands of theaters. Mel Gibson co-wrote, directed,and co-produced the movie. Gibson also financed the $25 million it took to make the movie through his own company, Icon Productions. Hollywood's major studios all passed on offers to distribute the film. New market films agreed to distribute it for a fee.
The movie has`probably created more controversy than any other movie in recent years. Some commentators have charged that the movie is Anti-Semitic because it blames the Jews for the death of Christ. The film portrays Jews who adhere to their Jewish faith as enemies of God and the locus of evil...
The above 2 paragraphs were taken from the web site of religious tolerance. org/chrgibson. htm. Yes, there is a web site.
In July of 2006 Mel Gibson was stopped and arrested for drunk driving near his house in Malibu.by Deputy James Mee. In his initial report, Deputy Mee described how Gibson bolted from custody and how he chased the actor back to his car where he handcuffed him. In addition, the report detailed repeated threats against Mee made by Gibson, who said that he "owned Malibu" and "would get even" with the deputy. The report also detailed Gibson's "barrage of anti-Semitic remarks" in which he said, "The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world" before asking the deputy, who is Jewish: "Are you a Jew?"
The article goes on to say that Gibson because of his celebrity status received a $1300.00 fine and other minor consequences. He never apologized to the deputy or to the Jewish people. Can we support an individual who hates us?
It is very important that you don't delete this email. If you do, it only helps to support the beliefs of Mel Gibson against the Jewish people..
Please forward this to everyone you know
Mel Gibson's new movie.
As a fellow Jew I am asking you to do the following for the reasons that I am going to state. Mel Gibson has a new movie coming out within the next week. It is named The Edge Of Darkness. I am asking you to not only boycott the movie but to forward this email to every Jew and every Jewish support group that you know. If you have any contacts with any media that can put this to print, it would reach even more people then we can imagine.
If you recall Mel's father denies that the Holocaust ever happened. Mel supports his fathers beliefs.
On Ash Wednesday February 25th, 2004, the movie "Passion Of The Christ" opened in thousands of theaters. Mel Gibson co-wrote, directed,and co-produced the movie. Gibson also financed the $25 million it took to make the movie through his own company, Icon Productions. Hollywood's major studios all passed on offers to distribute the film. New market films agreed to distribute it for a fee.
The movie has`probably created more controversy than any other movie in recent years. Some commentators have charged that the movie is Anti-Semitic because it blames the Jews for the death of Christ. The film portrays Jews who adhere to their Jewish faith as enemies of God and the locus of evil...
The above 2 paragraphs were taken from the web site of religious tolerance. org/chrgibson. htm. Yes, there is a web site.
In July of 2006 Mel Gibson was stopped and arrested for drunk driving near his house in Malibu.by Deputy James Mee. In his initial report, Deputy Mee described how Gibson bolted from custody and how he chased the actor back to his car where he handcuffed him. In addition, the report detailed repeated threats against Mee made by Gibson, who said that he "owned Malibu" and "would get even" with the deputy. The report also detailed Gibson's "barrage of anti-Semitic remarks" in which he said, "The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world" before asking the deputy, who is Jewish: "Are you a Jew?"
The article goes on to say that Gibson because of his celebrity status received a $1300.00 fine and other minor consequences. He never apologized to the deputy or to the Jewish people. Can we support an individual who hates us?
It is very important that you don't delete this email. If you do, it only helps to support the beliefs of Mel Gibson against the Jewish people..
Please forward this to everyone you know
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