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September 11, 2008

Producer David Heyman and the lives of outsiders, from ‘Potter’ to ‘Pajamas’

“The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” isn’t the sort of film one might initially expect from David Heyman — the British producer who bought the rights to the “Harry Potter” books in 1997 and steered the film franchise to become the highest grossing in cinematic history.

Harry Potter, of course, is the eponymous, bespectacled orphan who attends the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and battles the evil Lord Voldemort over the course of seven books and five films so far (three more are expected by 2011). The fantasy movies are set in an elaborate magical world filled with giants, sorcerers and all manner of special-effects beasts.

“The Boy in the Striped Pajamas,” based on a book by John Boyne and due in theaters Nov. 7, by way of contrast, is set during the very real historical period of the Holocaust. The story is told from the perspective of 8-year-old Bruno (Asa Butterfield), who is chagrined when his father (David Thewlis, who plays Remus Lupin in the “Potter” films) takes over as commandant of a remote labor-turned-death camp. The sheltered Bruno has no one to play with in his new environs, and so is fascinated by the children working on what he perceives as a “farm” far away in the distance. Overwhelmed with boredom and curiosity, he disregards admonitions to refrain from exploring the back garden and heads for the “farm,” where he meets Shmuel, a Jew his own age who lives a parallel, if alien life on the other side of a barbed wire fence. Bruno’s innocent questions about the camp lead to a forbidden friendship that has devastating consequences for both boys.

Although the milieu — which includes barracks and a gas chamber — is light years from Hogwarts’ fictional world, Heyman noted some thematic similarities. The Potter books are filled with metaphors for racism and ethnic cleansing — including characters who refer to wizards as “pure-bloods,” “half-bloods” or mudbloods (a racist slur meaning mixed or non-magical parentage). “And ‘The Boy in the Striped Pajamas’ explores issues of prejudice and ignorance — and ultimately, compassion and empathy,” Heyman, 47, said in a telephone interview from his London home. “It’s about how one engages with people who are ‘other’ — who are on the opposite side of the metaphorical fence.”

“I think a child’s window into the world of the Holocaust is interesting and unique,” he added of Bruno’s perspective. “There has only been one Holocaust, on the scale of what happened in Europe in the 1930s and 1940s, but there have been many holocausts since then, and some are going on today. The point, for me, is about learning from history. And I think this story, which is so affecting in its novelty and simplicity, can resonate today.”

Heyman said he was also drawn to Boyne’s novel because “People who fight adversity and struggle to overcome difficult situations fascinate me. Shmuel, obviously, is a heroic character, but I think that Bruno having the courage to go against what his father decrees is perhaps courageous in its own way.”

Heyman’s own family story involves the overcoming of adversity and is set, in part, in Nazi Europe. The producer’s Jewish grandfather, Heinz Heyman (the original spelling may have been Heymann), was an economist, newspaperman and broadcaster based in Leipzig, who was one of the last announcers to speak out against Hitler in early 1933.

“He was on the radio, the authorities came for him, and he had to bicycle out of Germany,” the producer said. “When he arrived in England, he was at first interned in a camp because he was a German citizen.” Before long, Heinz Heyman was working as a journalist (eventually covering economics for The Economist and The Financial Times) and sent for his wife, Hania, and infant son.

Heyman was 6 when his grandfather died — at his typewriter — after completing an article that ran two days after his death as the lead story in the Times. Hania had earned seven college degrees (the last in economics from the London School of Economics) and encouraged David’s love of authors such as George Orwell and I.B. Singer. A passionate supporter of the state of Israel, she took her grandson to visit relatives in the Jewish state every year from age 6 to 12.

David Heyman’s childhood home was as steeped in cinema as it was in literature; his parents were renowned film producers who worked with and entertained celebrities such as Richard Burton, Elizabeth Taylor, Julie Christie and Richard Harris (the latter played Hogwarts headmaster Albus Dumbledore in the first two “Potter” films). Heyman remembered the hard-drinking, hard-living Harris as “a generous, warm, unpredictable man who was always incredibly kind to me and could tell a story like no other.”

Heyman did not become bar mitzvah when he turned 13 (his mother is not Jewish); in fact he attended the prestigious Westminster School, which is under the auspices of the Church of England.

“I had to go to Westminster Abbey every morning and sing hymns, which at the time I thought was a big pain in the a—,” he recalled with a laugh. “So I’d sing in this very loud, very flat voice. I didn’t appreciate that I was standing in this remarkable ancient building.”



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He said he did appreciate the “Hogwarts-like” friendships, rivalries and quaint traditions he experienced at school, which was mostly housed in the Abbey’s former medieval monastery; on Shrove Tuesday, for example, the students fought for the largest chunk of an enormous pancake that was heaved over a beam in the assembly hall (the winner received a gold sovereign coin). Every morning, Heyman added, “I ate breakfast on wooden tables made out of the bottoms of the ships of the Spanish Armada.”

When his classmates went off to Oxford or Cambridge after graduation, Heyman chose to come to the United States to attend Harvard University, where, he said, he was better able to study a broad range of liberal arts. He majored in 20th-century history and art history, and began his career as a production assistant on a film his father helped produce, David Lean’s “A Passage to India.”

Heyman went on to work as a studio executive at Warner Bros. and United Artists and segued into producing with 1992’s “Juice,” about teenagers in Harlem, starring Tupac Shakur and Samuel L. Jackson. But, by 1996, he had tired of Los Angeles and decided to return to London to found his own company, Heyday Films, and to make movies that did not reflect what he calls “a ubiquitous Hollywood sensibility.” A voracious reader, Heyman intended to focus on adapting books: “They provide great source material because authors have distinctive voices, and because books are a concrete ‘thing’ you can send to movie executives.”

Heyman set up a modest office above a music shop in London, where a colleague chanced to read a review about a not-yet-published novel, “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” (its British title) and asked for a free copy in 1997. It was summarily tossed on the “low priority” shelf at the bottom of a bookcase.

“Then my secretary, who was fed up with the rubbish she had to read, remembered the good review, took the book home, and brought it up at a staff meeting. I said, ‘Bad title. What’s it about?’ And she said, ‘It’s about an 11-year-old who goes to wizard school.’ I thought that was a great idea, so I read it and fell in love.”

“I hadn’t a clue that the Potter books would become an international phenomenon,” Heyman continued, “but I loved the author’s voice, that the book didn’t talk down to kids and that it made me laugh. I also liked it because I had gone to a school that reminded me of Hogwarts. We’ve all had friends like Harry’s [hyper-studious] friend, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, the good-time pal. The book talked about loyalty and friendship and courage and trust, which I most certainly related to. And it was the story of an outsider, an orphan, Harry, who must overcome adversity.

“I’ve felt myself to be an outsider as a British producer in Hollywood — and for personal reasons I won’t expose,” he added with a laugh.

Heyman promptly interested Warner Bros. in the project and won over author J.K. Rowling with the promise that he would remain faithful to her story and characters; he has consulted with her regularly to seek her advice, discuss any changes, and to vet the various directors and screenwriters he has hired for the films — a process made easier as the first book and its sequels became international best sellers.

“I regard myself as the protector of Jo’s books,” he said. Heyman, moreover, was instrumental in selecting Daniel Radcliffe to play Harry Potter, after auditioning hundreds of boy for the part. “I met Dan while we were both attending a play, and he was so right I didn’t even watch the show,” he recalled.

ALTTEXTEntertainment Weekly recently named Heyman near the top of its list of the “50 smartest people in Hollywood,” stating that “he has done just about everything right … including bonding with author J.K. Rowling and wisely seeking her input. He helped find unexpected directors (e.g. Alfonso Cuarón, David Yates) who’ve kept things fresh. And he’s kept the cast intact through five films, without any of his three teenage stars succumbing to a Lohanesque episode…. The franchise’s success rests on a thousand micro-choices Heyman made, including creating a world, on set and on screen, where people want to be.”

In the most recent film, 2007’s “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix,” 15-year-old Harry secretly trains classmates to fight the genocidal Lord Voldemort and his henchmen, the Death Eaters. Radcliffe has compared Harry’s fictional guerrilla group to the French Resistance; Heyman also sees parallels.

“The echoes of World War II occur throughout the film,” he said. “Voldemort and his followers are obsessed with the preservation of blood purity; they’re not Nazis but they recall the politics and attitudes of Nazi Germany. And aesthetically — although it’s a cliché — the [Death Eater] Lucius Malfoy and his family are blond, like Hitler’s ideal of the quintessential Aryan.” (Lucius Malfoy is played by Jewish actor Jason Isaacs.)

Heyman said he did not set out to make a movie that dealt more directly with the Holocaust, but then another unpublished manuscript — a book now titled “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas: A Fable” — arrived in his office around 2005. The John Boyne book would go on become an international best seller (sound familiar?).

Heyman said he was “so moved by the story, and thought it was a very interesting and fresh perspective on a topic we’ve seen so often before.”

Some observers have criticized the book (and now the movie) for trivializing the Holocaust, but Heyman hopes the film will lead viewers to become interested in the subject of the Holocaust in general.

“I hope they will go on to read books like ‘The Diary of Anne Frank,'” he said.

In the meantime, next up for Heyman is “Yes Man,” starring Jim Carrey, as well as three more Potter films and other projects. As the conversation concludes, the world’s most successful producer these days has a more immediate concern: bathing his infant son.

“I’m 47 years old and I’ve finally had a child,” said Heyman, who also has four stepchildren. “I’m going to treasure these bath times.”

Photo above: David Heyman on the set of “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.” Photo David Lukacs/Miramax Films

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A boy becomes a man in Beijing

Isaac Shapiro managed to fit in a visit to the bimah during his busy Olympic schedule.

After attending a night of competition at the Bird’s Nest, and before seeing American NBA stars blow out world-champion Spain on the basketball court, Isaac was called to the Torah for the first time on Shabbat.

The teenager from Highland Park, Ill., marked the milestone in front of his close family — and a bunch of strangers.

“This shows our children that there is community everywhere,” said Isaac’s mother, Marjie.

Isaac chanted the maftir and haftarah in a loud and confident voice even though he was slightly hoarse from cheering at events all week. His humorous d’var Torah, filled with sports references, made the regulars at the Chabad shul laugh out loud.

His Torah portion reviewed the Ten Commandments, and his talk emphasized not to worship idols, including “sports heroes,” or covet material objects like his friend’s new iPod.

“Instead, I should appreciate my old one,” he said.

While Isaac’s bar mitzvah was a centerpiece of the Jewish happenings in Beijing during the Olympics, it did not play to the packed house that Chabad Rabbi Shimon Freundlich had predicted. Nor did Dini’s, the local kosher eatery that stayed open 24 hours, seven days a week for the Games, find itself overflowing with customers, although business did increase.

Still, for the Shapiro family, the chance to celebrate Isaac’s bar mitzvah was a highlight.

“So many people we have met during our trip to China have told us that what we’re doing is really special,” Marjie said of her family’s decision to stage the simcha during an Olympic trip. “Other tourists, especially Jews, were really blown away when we told them about the bar mitzvah. Lots of people said it was the best story they’d heard yet in Beijing.”

“And for us, even with seeing gymnastics finals and tennis and the U.S. basketball game,” the Shabbat morning service “was definitely the highlight of our trip,” she said.

Her husband, Sam, offered kudos to Freundlich, calling him “really incredible.”

The bar mitzvah wasn’t special simply because of the Olympics or the Bird’s Nest-shaped cake at lunch. Isaac also read from the Torah using a yad, or pointer, from the Chabad House’s new Chinese Jewish artifacts display. The yad was made in 1903 and used by the Jewish community in Tianjin. Its handle is a large open-mouthed dragon forged with intricate details.

The small exhibit contains other similar ritual objects, including a menorah shaped like a Chinese canal boat from the Shanghai community, letters and other communications from Jews in China. There are books about the Jewish communities of China, and even books in Chinese about how to learn Jewish secrets to financial success.

About 50 people attended the Shabbat service and lunch, although more than half were visitors from the United States, Israel and South Africa. Not all the guests came from far away: One woman was visiting from northern China’s Ha’erbin just to feel the Beijing atmosphere during the Games.

The assistant manager at Dini’s said the Friday night dinner on Aug. 15 also was less crowded than usual, with only 70 people, including small children.

Despite the Shabbat dip in attendance, Dini’s business has risen by 30 to 40 percent since the Olympics began on Aug. 8.

“Most of the guests are from Israel or America,” Willy Wang, the assistant manager, said, “but Chinese people have also been coming. Many are locals who read about the place online and think it’s something special, or especially clean and healthy because it’s kosher.”

Wang said they have been making many deliveries to tourists in hotels. The only delivery to the Olympic village was to Bat-El Getterer, an Israeli taekwondo competitor who is observant.

“She knew she could not survive two weeks in pre-competition training on vegetarian airline food,” Freundlich said, so he was able to negotiate a special Dini’s delivery for her.

A kosher-observant bodyguard with the Israeli delegation noticed the service and asked to be included.

“He was just eating rice,” Freundlich said.

The rabbi also doled out 68 challahs in the village for the first week’s Shabbat.

Walking around the village, his Chabad attire alluded to his Jewish status, which he said inspired many Jewish athletes or delegation members to introduce themselves.

“The first question everyone asks is, ‘What’s your event?'” the long-bearded Freundlich joked, grabbing his belly. “I always reply, ‘the marathon.'”

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One more time with nachas — gift that keeps on giving

Our boys have surprised us by some of the choices they have made, and while we might not have made the same choices for them, we are proud of their growing commitment to living wholly, and holy, Jewish lives.

Anyone who has planned a bar mitzvah can easily recall the stress of preparing for that milestone, not only for the boy who is constantly reminded to practice his parsha, but also for the mom who is usually behind the scenes, negotiating with the caterer, revising guest lists and hoping the balloons don’t drop too early in the evening. As a mom who has gone through her own case of pre- and post-bar mitzvah stress disorder three times, I hope to offer some comfort and reassurance that after all these efforts and antacids, the bar mitzvah anniversaries are a piece of cake.

That’s right, I said anniversaries. Don’t panic: These do not involve any ostentatious table centerpieces, party favors or the cha-cha slide. They only require an annual reprisal of the role of Torah reader, while the parents sit back and kvell. It only took a small bit of encouragement by my husband to convince each of our sons to agree to do this. Why not get our money’s worth out of all those lessons, after all? For us, this practice has made the original bar mitzvah an unexpected gift that keeps on giving.

Our sons are now 16, 18 and 20, and watching them step up to the bimah for their annual readings has given us major infusions of good old-fashioned Yiddishe nachas. Each year, we watch them stand a little taller, more confident in who they are, more firmly rooted as young men in the Jewish community. We are awed by their continued growth physically, spiritually and emotionally. And frankly, some years we are simply relieved that we have survived another year of their adolescence.

In our experience, the minute a boy becomes a bar mitzvah, he grows faster than bamboo. The growth seems unstoppable, even frightening. This makes the first anniversary, at 14, the most physically striking. Each boy required a much larger suit and impossibly larger shoes. Their faces were also losing any residual boyish plumpness. And none of us worried about a potentially embarrassing high note cracking through the baritone that had in one year settled in for the long run.

More than that, these anniversaries allow us to sit back and mark our sons’ personal achievements, as we quietly reflect on their singular paths to adulthood. While we have sent them to Orthodox Jewish schools for their entire lives, they have each made it clear that they are individuals and will make their own choices about the way in which they will manifest Jewish values in their own lives. Like all kids, they’re a little bit like Frank Sinatra, insisting they do it “my way.”

And like nearly all parents, we’ve endured the confusion, commotion and occasional turbulence of the teen years. We’ve worried about them, argued with them, lost sleep over them. We easily remember our own teen years and the aggravation we caused our parents, although our kids don’t seem to believe us when we tell them that we were once teenagers, too. (How could anyone remember such ancient history, like before the Internet was invented?) Despite their skepticism, we really do understand that they need to carve their own paths in life. Our job is to keep loving them, encouraging them and even disciplining them, while praying that they will find a comfortable and purposeful place in the world. We pray that they will hold our values dear, even if their adolescent psyches are wired to fight us from time to time.

Our boys have surprised us by some of the choices they have made, and while we might not have made the same choices for them, we are proud of their growing commitment to living wholly, and holy, Jewish lives. We do not alone take credit for this. Each has benefited from caring, committed and wise teachers who have helped them see the enduring truth of Judaism in a way that kids sometimes need to get from someone not named “Mom” or “Dad.”

Too often, the bar or bat mitzvah seems an end point or culmination of Jewish education. This is a profound loss, because teens absolutely must find ways to feel independent and distinct from their parents. Too often, they can get in trouble during that search, and this is exactly the time when they need to have their essential Jewish values anchored in place through ongoing involvement with Jewish education, values and community life.

We know we’ve been blessed with kids who have chosen to make Jewish values their own. In fact, because my husband and I came to Jewish observance only as young adults, our kids are light years ahead of us in Jewish knowledge. (Sometimes, I need to ask for translations during dinner discussions. Alas, my public high school didn’t offer Aramaic as a foreign language.) And I know our special anniversary “celebrations” won’t last forever, since kids have this maddening habit of growing up and moving away. So I have to savor these opportunities while I can, watching my young men stand up and lead the congregation, while I sit back and smile in gratitude and wonder.

Judy Gruen’s latest book is “The Women’s Daily Irony Supplement.” Read more of her work at www.judygruen.com.

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The dream of a beautiful bat mitzvah — but whose dream would it fulfill?

For my daughter to have a bat mitzvah would be a dream come true — but for whom, for her or for me? Throughout my life, people have told me that I am only half Jewish, as my father is Jewish and mother is Japanese Buddhist, although Reform Jews now recognize children of Jewish fathers as Jews. I remember my own childhood as a series of colorful feasts of Jewish and Japanese tastes. But I still hunger for more meaningful cultural and religious traditions, as I had no formal rites of passage, no opportunity to study for a bat mitzvah or a tea ceremony.

Growing up with a Jewish father and Japanese mother did not mean I visited double the number of temples during holidays, like some special at your favorite restaurant. Instead I watched longingly as Jewish kids celebrated Chanukah and Japanese kids celebrated the Shichi-go-san, a festival for girls and boys that celebrates the 3rd, 5th and 7th birthday. At my house we celebrated Christmas as a secular holiday.

While life in my family was always amusing and entertaining as a multicultural and interfaith family, we sacrificed both cultures and faiths in the interest of supposed peace and avoidance of cultural conflict and disharmony. As a result, the absence of religious and ethnic identity has left me longing for a personal identity I am just now beginning to find.

When I look at my daughters, I see their faces as both azoy shayne and uruwashii, “so beautiful” in Yiddish and in Japanese. I hope they never have to share my experience of being shunned and shamed for not belonging truly to either one culture or another. As a child I found it laborious and dispiriting to explain to Jewish and Japanese kids why I did not look just like them with either perfectly straight or wavy hair.

We celebrated holidays with few customs except culinary ones, with both miso and chicken soup served at the celebratory table. Growing up with Jewish and Japanese parents meant I lived among two distinct cultures, with an identity that was less secure and more obscure. As I did back then, I continue to long for a stronger sense of my Jewish culture, as well as to be considered simply Jewish rather than half.

Since my parents were artists who believed individual faith was a personal decision, even for small children, there are no marked passages to remember. Except if you count the afternoon I wore my grandmother’s silk kimono with my best friend’s prayer shawl to a Jewish deli in Hollywood. OK, I concede, there were no ceremonies — but that was certainly a rite of passage!

I suppose I should listen to sympathetic friends who attempt to console me.

“Saying you’re only half-Jewish is like saying you’re only half-pregnant,” says one. “Even a bit Jewish means you’re one of the tribe!” he continues, as he passes me a piece of bacon.

Remind me not to consult him should I decide to make a kosher home.

Or there is my friend who lists all the “cool” famous people who are half-Jewish, like Sean Penn, Harrison Ford and Gloria Steinem. Even Geraldo Rivera got to have a bar mitzvah, although his mother was Jewish.

My middle daughter looked at me the other day and said, “Mommy, I think I am a Jewish girl. Can I attend Hebrew school like Daddy did?”

“Yes,” I answered, as I kissed her tan, cool forehead. “You are a Jewish girl, and you will know all of the traditions I never did.”

As my daughter will soon turn 10, my husband laments that she has not received any formal Jewish education. Dancing the hora at weddings, watching the Marx Brothers and trying on his yarmulke for laughs does not count.

Unlike me, my husband had a bar mitzvah when most ceremonies were still respectable, unlike a bat mitzvah I attended in which I couldn’t figure out which person on stage was the rapper for hire or rabbi for hire. Maybe they were the same person.

I can think of no parent who does not wish more for their children than they had, but I remain in a quandary: Do I wish my girls to have a bat mitzvah celebration because I missed out, or for more honorable reasons? Many American Jewish families consider having a bar or bat mitzvah to be the sole experience of their children’s Jewish education, a symbolic occasion securing them in the Jewish tradition.

Indeed, I have decided this is a gift I will give to our daughters, who are confident that they are Jewish and deserve to study in the traditional way all the more. Perhaps I am no different than my Jewish sisters and brothers, as I too want to ensure that my daughters feel secure in their Jewish identity, with this celebration a testament to their strong cultural history. The worst that might happen might be that they would study for a few years, receive a little more gelt than guilt and experience a valuable celebration they would neither be able to forget, nor wish to.

In the meantime, I have dreams of what my own bat mitzvah might have been like in laid-back, lackadaisical 1970s Southern California, when many expectations and traditions for children were abandoned, leaving many members of my generation feeling abandonment.

I see myself in a proper but pretty dress from my favorite Sears catalog I used to keep in a drawer by my bed. I am in a beautiful L.A. temple near my father’s Beverly Hills boyhood home and I begin to chant from the Torah in my songbird voice, while both my Jewish and Japanese relatives are verklempt and tokui — overcome with emotion and pride in two languages.

Too many mazel tovs and kisses are given to count, and my lyrical mother gently fixes a velvet ribbon in my hair while my father tells me how proud he is.

After that, my dream is not so clear, although there is some blurry vision of overeating knishes and California rolls simultaneously until I have to lie down, something I am still guilty of today.

Somebody please call the doctor.

Francesca Biller-Safran is an investigative print and broadcast journalist and recipient of The Edward R. Murrow Award. She specializes in political and social inequalities and is currently working on a book about her background. She is married with three daughters, lives in the Bay Area and can be reached at fsafran@hotmail.com.

Reprinted with permission from InterfaithFamily.com.

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Rev. Wright, sexual affairs and professional hitmen

First, let me be clear: The Rev. Jeremiah Wright is a bad man, but he’s not that bad a man. (Apologies to King David.) The alleged affair refers to Wright, the now notorious former pastor to Barack Obama whose black liberation theology manifest itself in anti-American tirades from the pulpit. But he’s not a murderer. The hitman has to do with another story that I will get back to after I quote from the New York Post’s story about the latest scandal from Rev. Wrong:

He almost wrecked Barack Obama’s presidential dreams, and now firebrand pastor Jeremiah Wright has helped destroy a Dallas church worker’s marriage—and her job, The Post has learned.

Elizabeth Payne, 37, said she had a steamy sexual affair with the controversial, racially divisive man of the cloth while she was an executive assistant at a church headed by a popular Wright protégé.

When word of the unholy alliance got out, Payne’s husband dumped her, and she was canned from the plum job at Friendship-West Baptist Church, she told The Post.

I could find no response from Wright. It’s not even clear if The Post or the agencies that followed this story made an effort to reach him. But sexual dalliances alone—and that is if this woman’s allegations are true—were not the reason I started this post. It was something that William Lobdell mentioned in his commentary on this news:

When I worked the religion beat, I never went wanting for these kind of stories. In fact, one summer, we had an intern who worked at the cubicle next to me. Before she went back to school, she turned to me and said, “I never thought I’d hear so many interviews about sex conducted by the paper’s religion writer.”

Probably my best story was one that was never published.

I read a lot of Lobdell’s stories when he was at the L.A. Times. They were typically thoughtful and sensitive and moving and, often, disturbing. I particularly remember your investigation of “A Missionary’s Dark Legacy.” He never appeared a timid reporter or even one who couldn’t, given enough time, nail a story that included religion and sexual abuse. At this point in his post, my curiosity was, understandably, piqued.

A semi-famous evangelical pastor was being investigated for putting out a contract on his former sex male lover, who had taken up with another man. The former lover was murdered, but police and prosecutors could never quite make an air-tight case against the preacher (despite some strong evidence).

What?!? A recognizable pastor—not somebody who might host a presidential faith forum but a guy who has likely spent some good time preaching on TV or hawking his books or training other pastors—was suspected of putting out a jilted hit on his former gay lover and the story never got out?

For better or worse, this is unfathomable today—not that a pastor could be (suspected of being) so wicked but that a mere investigation wouldn’t become common knowledge that ruined the guy’s career.

Please, Bill, I need to know more.

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Sarah Palin’s favorite anti-Semite

As if being a gun-toting Christian who supported Pat Buchanan’s 2000 presidential race wasn’t enough for Sarah Palin to give many American Jews the heebie jeebies, she’s now got the creds to pitch them it fully hysteria. It turns out that a portion of Palin’s speech at the Republican National Convention was cribbed, with unidentified credit, from an early 20th century right-wing anti-Semite, Westbrook Pegler.

Thomas Frank explains in the Wall Street Journal.

“We grow good people in our small towns, with honesty and sincerity and dignity,” the vice-presidential candidate said, quoting an anonymous “writer,” which is to say, Pegler, who must have penned that mellifluous line when not writing his more controversial stuff. As the New York Times pointed out in its obituary of him in 1969, Pegler once lamented that a would-be assassin “hit the wrong man” when gunning for Franklin Roosevelt.

There’s no evidence that Mrs. Palin shares the trademark Pegler bloodlust—except maybe when it comes to moose and wolves. Nevertheless, the red-state myth that Mrs. Palin reiterated for her adoring audience owes far more to the venomous spirit of Pegler than it does to Norman Rockwell.

Turns out Pegler was such a nut that even the John Birch Society considered itself to sober-minded.

“So,” Gawker states. “Quoting an old anti-Semite is obviously proof of nothing—people still say nice things about Lindbergh, Henry Ford, Walt Disney, and Richard Nixon—but the larger question here is who put those words in her nice speech, where did they find them, and what the hell were they thinking. Like… did they think no one would notice? Who even reads Pegler anymore?

“Answer: Pat Buchanan! Buchanan, that lovable old coot, used that same line in a 1990 book. Buchanan, of course, did not mind being associated with a crazy old anti-Semite, and the passage was quoted in a section quite complimentary to the reactionary columnist.”

Suddenly, Barack Obama doesn’t have a Jewish problem.

(Thanks, Rachel, for sending the link.)

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The politics of ‘Big Lebowski’: Walter Sobchak the neocon

“The Big Lebowski” is one of my favorite movies. My friends and I used the language of the dude, though not Walter, during college, when we bowled weekly at the late Hollywood Star Lanes. And when I can’t sleep at night, I often opt for watching the Dude one more time.

The story is so rich with characters—I particularly like Donny and The Jesus. The nihilists also are hilarious. (Click here to read about a real nihilist running for California governor.) But no persona is larger than that of Walter Sobchak, defender of the faith—“Three thousand years of beautiful tradition, from Moses to Sandy Koufax—YOU’RE … RIGHT I LIVE IN THE PAST!”—and, believe it or not, neoconservative.

So sayeth David Haglund:

If that seems like a stretch, consider the traits Walter exhibits over the course of the film: faith in American military might (the Gulf War, he says, “is gonna be a piece of cake”; in the original script, he calls it “a f—-ing cakewalk”); nostalgia for the Cold War (“Charlie,” he says, referring to the Viet Cong, was a “worthy f—-in’ adversary”); strong support for the state of Israel (to judge from his reverent paraphrase of Theodor Herzl: “If you will it, Dude, it is no dream”); and even, perhaps, past affiliation with the left (he refers knowingly to Lenin’s given name and admits to having “dabbled in pacifism”). Goodman, who has called the role his all-time favorite, seems also to have sensed Walter’s imperialist side. “Dude has a rather, let’s say, Eastern approach to bowling,” he said in an interview. “Walter is strictly Manifest Destiny.”

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The Coen brothers present this bellicose figure “in the early ‘90s” (as an opening voice-over provided by a mysterious cowboy informs us) “just about the time of our conflict with Sad’m and the Eye-rackies.” After the cowboy has spoken, the first words we hear come from the elder President Bush: “This aggression will not stand,” he declares, responding to the invasion of Kuwait and appearing on a grocery store television while the Dude buys some half-and-half. Bush’s threat of force frames all that follows. When Walter hears about the “carpet-pissers,” he insists that the Dude draw “a line in the sand”

Sad to say, there are no clean clips from “The Big Lebowski.” I offer that as a disclaimer for the 30-second video of The Jesus after the jump. (In related Coen Brothers news: “Burn After Reading” opens tomorrow night and I can’t wait. Watch the trailer.)

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Abramoff receives new four-year sentence, Phoenix community leader murdered

Abramoff Receives New Four-Year Sentence

Jewish lobbyist Jack Abramoff was sentenced to four years in prison. Abramoff had pleaded guilty to corruption and tax offenses related to influence peddling involving Republican congressmen and midlevel Bush administration officials, some of whom were convicted.

The prosecution noted Abramoff’s cooperation in helping to build cases against some 10 other officials in recommending that he be given a reduced term, largely to motivate others to cooperate with investigators.

However, on Sept. 4, Judge Ellen Huvelle of the U.S. District Court in Washington sentenced Abramoff to nine months more than the 39-month term suggested by prosecutors, citing the erosion of the public’s trust in government that Abramoff’s activities generated.

Wearing a yarmulke, Abramoff offered a wrenching apology to the court, saying, “I have fallen into an abyss,” according to the reports. “My name is the butt of a joke.” Abramoff currently is serving a two-year prison term in an unrelated fraud case.

Prominent Jewish Activist in Phoenix Slain

A prominent Jewish activist in Phoenix, Irving Shuman, 84, was murdered at his office on Sept. 2.

Shuman’s body was found Tuesday evening at his real estate office after he failed to show up for a dinner appointment, according to the Arizona Republic. His car was also stolen.

Shuman, who was active in Jewish organizations and pro-Israel lobbies, had received several honors, including the Tree of Life award by the Jewish National Fund in Arizona and the Jewish Federation of Greater Phoenix’s Medal of Honor.

“Irv Shuman was a man of exceptional values,” said Rabbi Ariel Shoshan, who studied with Shuman and other Phoenix executives on Thursdays, according to the Republic. “He lived for causes like the well-being of Israel and the furtherance of Jewish education and was an active supporter of over 100 charities.”

Shuman’s gold Lexus was recovered in San Bernardino this week.

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