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Saturday, April 14, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
My short story has been published in this week's Jewish Press. It's a condensed version but I am honored to be published by the paper my father used to read each week on Shabbat. For the full version let me know, email me or comment, and I can send it your way. In the meantime, buy this week's paper. #thejewishpress #clown #neverforget #loveInstagram
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Wrestlers of Morality
They congregate in hundred million dollar temples filled false piety, false gods and self-serving prayers. Hatred is a uniter for them - because hatred is a defensive response to fear and aren't we all scared about losing everything we have?
Wrestlers of Morality By Freddy Zalta They champion patriotism and adhere to the xenophobic priests and leaders. They stand at the pulpit and preach hatred. They point towards the weak, the hungry and condemn their place among the patriots of a soulless community. They are the wrestlers of morality – stealing any sense of dignity, clothing or shelter. These are the bottom feeders of society walking with a five thousand dollar suits and their names on the stalls in the restrooms, inside the cathedral of prejudice. They raise their voices – they shake their fists and the condemn immorality. They are the judges in a courtroom filled with sacrificial virgins, stolen or counterfeited dollar bills buy repentance and forgiveness. In this world you find yourself – lost. Lost in a body of water, on a rowboat in a storm, with no oars and no cover – gators all around and bloodsuckers just waiting for you to just try and swim to safety. They call you, “them” or “those people” and they blame you for the hurricanes and the snowfall. They congregate in hundred million dollar temples filled false piety, false gods and self-serving prayers. Hatred is a uniter for them – because hatred is a defensive response to fear and aren’t we all scared about losing everything we have? The wrestlers of morality treat other human beings as if they are products to be purchased, used and discarded. Imagine guests in your home are starving – do you send them out or do you offer them some kind of sustenance? Does it matter the color of their skin or the language they speak? Should it? There is no way to end this essay other than to hope that somehow, humanity will prevail. It must. #wednesday #morality #love #photolab https://ift.tt/2GQEesQ
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Rainbow like a Scar
I should have been a healer, I feel I have broken way too many things over the years which can never be re-assembled. Puzzle pieces missing, scar on my chest and a gaping hole where I used to live.
Monday, April 09, 2018
Sunday, April 08, 2018
Thursday, April 05, 2018
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90 percent of the writings on this blog are written in one or two sittings. They are not the finished product but they are usually the core of a story which I expand off the blog. Writing takes a lot of work, for me it’s the editing and refining of the words. I have had […]
Wednesday, April 04, 2018
Some of us still dream dreams of equality and peaceful coexistence. We still dream because we hope that dreams do come true. We pray for miracles because the hopes and dreams we once held firmly to, have slipped away into nightmares in a world consumed by inequality, hatred and senseless pain. We are tainted with those feelings of ignorant hatred, racist thoughts, although tucked away in the back of our minds, despite our best intentions to expunge them, still appear from time to time. We must teach our children to rise above the failures of the generations that have come before them. We must teach our children to judge each person for who they are as individuals not as a group. Don't love blindly for fear of hatred. Love with eyes wide open and do not fear love. There are good people and bad people in this world, people who want to knock others to the ground and others who wish to pick them up.The color or the beliefs of a person should not determine their guilt or innocence. There are the lost who have been cast away as failures, they must be given the opportunity to be educated and employed regardless of race, color or sex. Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream and he expressed that dream with eloquence and with peaceful demonstrations. He spoke with inspiration, passion and with words of peaceful fury. Too many years have gone by - too many lives have been wasted and lost. This world is a cesspool of hatred and violence. There are troubled minds we must learn to confront and to be understanding to the disease of isolation that plagues them. Each of us must take it one step at a time - acknowledge the differences and try to learn from each other. Life is filled with financial issues, mental and physical disabilities and natural disasters which no one can control. There are some things that we can control, one step at a time. Before you know it, you'll look up and be amazed of how far you have traveled and just how much better this world is because of the steps you took. #commentary #mlk #acceptanceistheanswer #picoftheday #freddyzalta.com #zaltaInstagram
Dreams or One step at a Time
We are tainted with those feelings of ignorant hatred, racist thoughts, although tucked away in the back of our minds, despite our best intentions to expunge them, still appear from time to time.
Tuesday, April 03, 2018
BUSTED! This photo that supposedly shows #Palestinian men protecting a girl from #IDF fire on the #Gaza border is staged: 1. Two are smiling. 2. They are not storming the fence = no danger. 3. Other guys are standing or resting nearby & aren't afraid of any danger. Via @ofirgendelman #Palestinianterror #terror #Hamas #prayforisraelInstagram
Monday, April 02, 2018
I remember buying this album from Crazy Eddie on Coney Island Avenue. At first I bought the cassette cuz I wanted to listen to it on my Walkman the album was released after the double album called The River, and right before his Megastar making Born in the USA. The group of songs are perhaps one of the most haunting and honest lyrics written by Bruce Springsteen. Lost jobs, unemployment, used cars, dreaming of mansions on the hill, driving all night just to make it his girl, reasons to believe. The whole album is all about people who are going through crazy or normal life situations. And it ends with a song saying how we all for some reason never give up hope that even the dead will rise, that the bride will come back to the room, and that somehow the truth will show its face and it won't be as large and as scary as it seemed. May we never lose our reasons to believe. #brucespringsteen #albumoftheday #nebraska #reasontobelieveInstagram
Friday, March 30, 2018
On this day, as the holidays roll in, I want to wish all of you "truth." Truth in self, truth in love, truth in health, truth in happiness and truth in defining success. We are all due some amazing days ahead, look within and look around you, keep the truth and throw away all the falsehoods that surround you. If you cannot throw them away then minimize them and learn to rise above. We cannot control the world but we can control how it effects us and by doing little things to improve the world around us, you'd be amazed of how impactful they can be. Love, truly, Freddy #passover #easter #nothing #love #tgif #spreadtruthInstagram
Thursday, March 29, 2018
On the field A prolific hitter, Staub compiled a lifetime .279 average with 2,716 hits, 292 homers, 499 doubles and a major league record-tying 25 pinch hit RBI in 2,951 games over 23 seasons with Houston, the Montreal Expos, Mets, Detroit Tigers and Texas Rangers from 1963-85. Off the field, Staub was a prominent humanitarian. His Rusty Staub Foundation, which in 1986 established the New York Police and Fire Widows and Children's Benefit Fund, distributed over $11 million in the first 15 years of its existence to the families of New York area police and fire fighters killed in the line of duty, and since the September 11, 2001 attacks, received over $112 million in contributions. On January 8, Staub announced that, in conjunction with Catholic Charities, his foundation had also served 9,043,741 meals to the hungry at food pantries throughout New York over last 10 years, with funds though his annual wine auction dinner and foundation golf tournament.Instagram
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Water street - there is a bar where I go to have a beer or two. The bartender there knows me so he usually brings out a fresh bowl of nuts. The waitress sits with me and talks to me about her personal life - she must think I am a psychologist or a psychic or something. The other customers look at me with a suspecting attitude - as if I am a judge, cop or perhaps they think I am sleeping with their wives. I don't know any of them and judging by what they look like I don't even want to know their wives. Across from the bar there is a clothing store - they sell clothing for the extremely skinny or matchstick shaped people. They employ these pretty college age girls there who know how to set off a spark by telling all the customers just how hot they look in the red coat or the green beret. Che Guevara is making a comeback or perhaps he is misunderstood - he murdered and created an open air prison now.ignorant children and stupid adults wear his face on their hearts for inspiration. Down the stairs lives a girl named Kitten. That's really her name and she can purr with the best of them. I go down to see her so she can read my eyes - but she is busy with a giant fireman who is standing on a stool to change a light bulb but it just keeps on turning. #poemoftheday #abstract #dumbo #love #Brooklyn Read more at https://ift.tt/1hbPRfX
Abstract Subtractions
Water Street - “no parking signs” as solicitations are solicited by solicitors with yellow skin and tight pants. Across the way some sort of anonymous meeting has just let out of the basement of a church - you can tell by the smokers and the coffee cups in their hands that something is ending or perhaps beginning.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Heartbreaking message from Noa Goldfarb, Granddaughter of Madame Knoll lachement the Holocaust survivor who was murdered in Paris on March 23, 2018. Published by Collectif Haverim: _ _ “Twenty years ago, I left Paris knowing that my future wasn't there. Not for me or for the Jewish people. _ But who could think that I would leave my loved ones where terror and cruelty would lead to such a sad ending. _ This can only happen to others. But the reality is different... Savta (Grandmother, Hebrew) was stabbed to death 11 times by a Muslim neighbor she knew well. He also made sure to set fire to his apartment to leave us no memory. _ No Photo Album, neither of her... nor Saba (grandfather, Hebrew), no letters... Nothing! _ All we have left is our tears. _ Hoping for a better future. _ Daddy's on his way to you "peace to your soul" (in French)” @let_my_people_know @truth_israelInstagram
Oh Ruthy, what can I say to adequately express just how thrilled, grateful and blessed we feel to have you as our third daughter? In law? You broke the law when we all fell in love with you. You bring such sincere warmth, light and love to our carnival of clowns. What can I say? We adore you and wish you 120 years filled with health, happiness, always surrounded by love and true success in every part of your life with Saul right by your side to keep you on your feet (He's the normal one) and to love you in his understated manner. Thank you for being Ruthy, you are truly amazing. Love you!Instagram
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