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[Thinking about calls for 'civility', and how that is and isn't a form of tone-policing, and why "just object more politely" does not work. And then this example of a call for civility crossed my screen: The New York Times, 1934-06-15. ( text and page image | image at NYT, for subscribers)]

Wernersville, PA., June 14 -- Good will, not hate or reprisals, will end, or offset, the evils of the Hitler government's persecution of Jews, Professor Henry J. Cadbury, Professor of Biblical Literature at Bryn Mawr College, told the Central Conference of American Rabbis as it opened its convention here today.

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"By hating Hitler and trying to fight back, Jews are only increasing the severity of his policies against them."

"If Jews throughout the world try to instill into the minds of Hitler and his supporters recognition of the ideals for which the race stands, and if Jews appeal to the German sense of Justice and German national conscience, I am sure the problem will be solved more effectively and earlier than otherwise."

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The boycott against German, he asserted, is not an effective means of meeting the evil.

"Boycotts are simply war without bloodshed," he said, "and war in any form is not they way to right the wrongs being inflicted on the Jewish people."

I don't think those who set themselves against you have to Be Hitler for the lesson here to apply. Yes, there are times to make one's case politely and entirely with reason, but there are also times when that is futile and the crisis too urgent.

BTW, there's also a followup article in the same paper, 1934-06-16, with the headline, "GOOD-WILL BARRED TO NAZIS BY RABBIS; Wise Leads Wave of Objection to Advice by Cadbury, of Society of Friends." I can't see the article because I'm not a subscriber, but the summary that is visible reads, "WERINERSVILLE, Pa., June 15. -- Rabbi Stephen S. Wise of New York today led a wave of objection to the advice of Professor Henry J. Cadbury of Bryn Mawr College to the convention of the Central Conference of American Rabbis."

In November, Mark, my youngest brother, got sick. Some relatively minor skin injuries got infected, and made him sick, but he thought he could just tough it out and he'd feel better soon. He refused a ride to an emergency room from one of my bandmates, but then a day or so later finally ralized he needed help and asked me to call an ambulance.

He spent a while -- I forget how many days -- at Bon Secours hospital, then was discharged to Fayette Health and Rehab to continue treatment with antibiotics and, once he was well enough, undergo physical therapy. he had lost a significant percentage of his body weight and looked old.

Physical therapy helped, though he still looked awfully thin. After a while he stopped needing the cane they gave him. After physical therapy ended, he was sure he'd be discharged and week, maybe any day. But that kept not happening, and we didn't know why not.

A couple weeks ago, they took him back to Bon Secours for some cardiac testing -- the infection in November had reached his heart, and apparently they wanted to make sure there was no permanent damage left. He was sure that they'd be discharging him soon. Last week he got permission to leave the rehab facility for a few hours to walk home and pick up some mail, and then walk to his bank. He asked his doctor when he could be discharged, and told me the doctor said, "You could be discharged now." He asked the social worker about being discharged, and told me she said, "Oh, not this week -- I'm too busy."

So a day or two after leaving with permission to come grab his mail and hit his bank, he left again without waiting to be discharged, and came home. He'd regained enough of his weight that he looked reasonably healthy, though still a little small for his clothes. He complained about being out of shape and long walks tiring him out more quickly than he was used to, and his knees really not liking all the stairs since he hadn't had access to stairs since physical therapy ended however long ago, but he seemed in decent shape otherwise. He went out for some groceries, and a television and computer from a pawn shop, and seemed to be settling into old patterns (which included our sometimes not seeing each other for a couple days in a row because our sleep cycles differ).

This morning Fayette Health and Rehab phoned me, not knowing who I was, because they'd found my number in his room, and wanted to know whether I knew his whereabouts. When I got the message, I texted Mark about it, but he did not reply. So when I got up, I tapped on his bedroom door but got no response.

When I opened the door to see whether he was even there, he was there, slumped over, sitting on the edge of the bed, with rather a lot of his skin being blue or purple. Unresponsive ... cold to the touch.

For the next few hours EMTs, police, and the medical examiner were in and out of the house -- one kind and patient officer sticking around while waiting for each person or team to arrive and do their thing. Guillaume, whom I need to get around to telling you about, hid under the bathtub. Around half past two in the afternoon the medical examiner and my brother's body left the house, and sometime after that I nibbled cold pizza for breakfast, then my bandmate Karen, who had already been planning to come over and bring me my prescriptions, showed up. Not long after that, dmk and her mother, who had already been planning to visit, showed up (and took me downtown for Thai food). So I have not been alone, and I have been fed good food. I am grateful for those things. And Guillaume finally did come out from under the bathtub after I came back from dinner and he was sure I was alone.

So far (and with the aforementioned help), I am okay. Still numb. At some point soon, the full impact will hit me and I will feel worse, and I will phone or text some folks or I'll play ADOM for several hours to run away from my own brain for a spell. So far, I am okay, even if 3 AM will probably suck. And after I stop being okay, eventually I will be okay again.

Though my youngest brother will still be dead. And that will continue to suck.

I'll be attempting to post a version of this to Facebook, but Facebook has not been working very well for me lately -- crashing the iPad app or my web browser after scrolling a short way, or failing to load my feed at all -- so it may take me a few tries.