STAY HOME, STAY SAFE,SAVE LIVES

 STAY HOME.WEAR YOUR MASK, SAVE LIVES.

SO: You can’t be hassled to put on a SIMPLE MASK?

Do you own a special right to rob us of our loved ones, of our lives, of our time, our finances, heritage and hopes? Of our peace of mind?

You can’t be hassled to put on ONE THIN MASK?

Where is National Solidarity with your own Compatriots?

Where is Patriotic Selflessness, Intelligence and Compassion?

Where is National Superiority and Vision?

Do you know what an 80-year old or 90-year or 100-year old life represents?

A century of history witnessed and sacrifices made, a treasure chest of memories, stories, firsthand knowledge and wisdom, a caudal of solutions forgotten to humanity that may save our future.

A century of hugs, kisses and smiles shared with every life they’ve touched along the way.

Somebody’s parent, grandparent, great-grandparent and even great great grandparent and their unique transmitter of culture, family history, identity, continuity, purpose and values.

The most fragile living crystal of human heritage you could ever imagine, that is a never-ending fountain of information, anecdotes, observations, formulas, sage advice, graceful puns twinkling smiles, and above all, pure love.

A never-ending fountain of tenderness.

And... You can’t be hassled to put on A LIGHT MASK?

Do you know what a Mother is?

She is her children’s World.

She is their incubator for growth.

She is their nurturer, physically and emotionally, aesthetically and spiritually.

She is their sense of beauty, affection, and everything feminine and cozy in the world.

She is the one person in the world who knows them intimately, who reads their face and mind, who knows what they need before they themselves do.

She is their conspirator and strategist.

She is the only person in the world who will care 100% unconditionally for them for life.

And ditto for a Father.

And... You can’t be hassled to put on AN EFFORTLESS MASK?

Do you know the sacrifices we make throughout a lifetime to study, to grow and learn, to take care of ourselves, to be a better person, to make a contribution in the world?

Do you know the time it takes to build a home, a career, a family, a cause, a legacy?

Do you know how hard we’ve tried through life’s ups and downs, and risen from the ashes just to be there for those we love when they need us?

And... You can’t be hassled to put on a 2-SECOND MASK?

If you don’t care about yourself,

If your loved ones are dispensable to you,

If you don’t want to give this importance,

If you failed to educate yourself and have nothing better to do than consume conspiracy videos and delirious talk radio instead of Science and observing the empirical evidence of people dying all around you,

If you tout convenience and indulgence as your “freedoms” and can’t make a sacrifice during wartime for your own compatriots,

If you relish the idea of prolonguing this pandemic until people lose their homes, the economy crashes, our food supply chains collapse and there is famine, so you can pull out your Rambo gear,

If you have a God complex, think you’re invincible or have an exclusive right to destroy people’s lives,

... carry on with that in your own mind.

BUT PUT ON THE MASK.

Just DO NOT rob someone of their mother or their father, a child of their precious grandparents, society of its elders, or an elder of their right to longevity and to enjoy life after surviving a century.

DO NOT threaten your fellow human being’s inherent Right to Life. Your rights end where ours begin.

Every time you go out WITHOUT A MASK, you’re setting back the quarantine clock to ZERO for all of us.

YOU are the only conduit for spreading the virus – it has no other way of surviving past a few days on its own.

The mask does not only say you’re protecting yourself: It says you CARE.

It says you’re protecting others around you.

It says you’re a responsible citizen with a head on your shoulders.

It says you’re protecting your country and humanity to get out of this as quickly as possible and back to normal life.

It says you’re not a procrastinator and you’re not going to drag this out eternally for the rest of us.

WEAR A MASK EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU GO OUTSIDE.

People showing their full faces outside right now are saying, with their full face as a neon sign:

I don’t care if you die,

I don’t care if I kill your family,

I don’t care if you have to stay inside and out of work for another two months or a year,

I don’t care if you go bankrupt and lose your home, your business, your life savings and retirement, your child's college fund, the last cent of your family's emergency money,

I don't care about the pregnant, newborns, elderly, handicapped, immuno-compromised, the vulnerable, minorities or indigenous communities,

I don’t care if our society crashes.

Who are you?

Your face will become a poster of criminal negligence, and it will get recorded for posterity, as everyone all around photographs, videos and documents this moment of History. You can bet someone will make a collage of those unmasked faces.

Seriously, do you want to be that person?

Do you wear a seatbelt? How long does it take to click?

THEN. JUST. WEAR. THE. DAMN. MASK.

Is this message a bit strong? The consequences of not wearing a mask and following safety protocol right now are far stronger.

THIS terrifying animation shows how coronavirus particles from a single cough can hang in the air "several minutes" and spread across two aisles of a supermarket. 

Scientists created a computer simulation to study how far the virus can travel indoors - and worryingly found how a cloud of droplets will infect others even after the sick person has walked away.

The simulation shows how immediately after someone coughs (right), coronavirus particles are spread across a supermarket aisle and go airborne. The blue particles show those at lower heights, the yellow ones are higher upCredit: Aalto University

After a minute, huge numbers of particles remain in the aisle and the cloud is headed into the next aisleCredit: Aalto University

Two minutes into the simulation and while the densest part of the coronavirus particle cloud remains in the original aisle, the virus has spread to the next aisle and the cloud is moving into another

The scientists involved say that the best way to avoid catching the virus is to stay away from busy public spaces like shops and stations.

Professor Ville Vuorinen of Aalto University in Finland told the BBC: "If you go there, only go there seldom as possible. Stay there as short a time as possible"

In a statement accompanying the video, the researchers said: "Preliminary results indicate that aerosol particles carrying the virus can remain in the air longer than was originally thought, so it is important to avoid busy public indoor spaces.

"This also reduces the risk of droplet infection, which remains the main path of transmission for coronavirus."

The study was conducted by scientists from Finland's Aalto University, the Finnish Meteorological Institute, the VTT Technical Research Centre of Finland, and the University of Finland.

Experts researched how small airborne aerosol particles are transported in the air when emitted from the respiratory tract when sneezing, coughing or even talking.

They said: "In the situation under investigation, the aerosol cloud spreads outside the immediate vicinity of the coughing person and dilutes in the process.

"However, this can take up to several minutes.

“Extremely small particles of this size do not sink on the floor, but instead, move along in the air currents or remain floating in the same place."

Professor Vuorinen also said: "Someone infected by the coronavirus can cough and walk away, but then leave behind extremely small aerosol particles carrying the coronavirus.

"These particles could then end up in the respiratory tract of others in the vicinity."

MELPOMENI DINA-RIGHTEOUS AMONG THE NATIONS

Melpomeni Dina (center) reacts as she is reunited with Holocaust survivors Yossi Mor (right) and his sister Sarah Yanai, whom she helped hide and escape the Nazis in 1943, at the Hall of Names at the Yad Vashem Holocaust memorial in Jerusalem on Sunday, November 3, 2019.

One by one, the 40 descendants of a group of Israeli siblings leaned down and hugged the elderly Greek woman to whom they owe their very existence, as she sat in her wheelchair and wiped away tears streaking down her wrinkled face.

Clutching the hands of those she hid, fed and protected as a teenager more than 75 years ago, 92-year-old Melpomeni Dina said she could now "die quietly."

Sunday's emotional encounter was the first time Dina had met the offspring of the Mordechai family she helped save during the Holocaust. Once a regular ritual at Israel's Yad Vashem Holocaust memorial, such gatherings are rapidly dwindling due to the advanced ages of both survivors and rescuers and may not happen again. The soon-to-be-extinct reunion is the latest reminder for Holocaust commemorators preparing for a post-survivor world.

"The risk they took upon themselves to take in an entire family knowing that it put them and everyone around them in danger," said Sarah Yanai, today 86, who was the oldest of the five siblings Dina and others sheltered. "Look at all these around us. We are now a very large and happy family and it is all thanks to them saving us."

About 6 million European Jews were killed by German Nazis and their collaborators during World War II. More than 27,000 people, including some 355 from Greece, have been recognized as "Righteous Among the Nations," Israel's highest honor to those non-Jews who risked their lives to save Jews during the Holocaust.

Melpomeni Dina (center) poses for a group photo during a reunion at the Yad Vashem Holocaust memorial in Jerusalem on Sunday. Dina, a 92-year-old Greek woman who rescued a Jewish family during the Holocaust, has been reunited with two of the people she saved and dozens of their family members. Once a regular ritual, such reunions are quickly disappearing due to the advanced age of the rescuers and survivor.

The most famous cases are Oskar Schindler, whose efforts to save more than 1,000 Jews were documented in Steven Spielberg's 1993 film "Schindler's List," and Raoul Wallenberg, a Swedish diplomat who is credited for having saved at least 20,000 Jews before mysteriously disappearing.The names of those honored for refusing to be indifferent to the genocide are engraved along an avenue of trees at the Jerusalem memorial. Only a few hundred are believed to still be alive.

"This is probably going to our last reunion, because of age and frailty," said Stanlee Stahl, the executive vice president of the Jewish Foundation for the Righteous, which sponsored the event and which provides $1 million a year in monthly stipends to those recognized.

She said her organization has been doing such reunions every year since 1992, but this one was likely the last of its kind and therefore particularly emotional. Similar reunions sponsored by Yad Vashem of long-lost siblings or other relatives also are coming to an end.

"Either the survivor has passed on, the righteous has passed on or in some instances either the survivor or the righteous gentile is unable to travel," she said, choking up. "You see the survivors, their children, their grandchildren, you see the future. To me it is very, very, very special. In a way, a door closes, one opens. The door is closing ever so slowly on the reunions.

Melpomeni Dina (second from right) greets descendants of Holocaust survivors Yossi Mor (right) and his sister Sarah Yanai (third from right), whom she helped hide in 1943, at the Hall of Names at the Yad Vashem Holocaust memorial in Jerusalem on Sunday, November 3.2019

The Mordechai family lived in Veria, Greece, near Thessaloniki, where nearly the entire Jewish community was annihilated within a few months in one of the most brutal executions of the Nazis.

When the Nazis began rounding up the Jews for deportation in early 1943, the family's non-Jewish friends provided them with fake identity cards and hid them in the attic of the old abandoned Turkish mosque. They were there for almost a year, hearing the screams outside of other Jews being rounded up. But eventually they had to leave because their health was declining in the cramped, unventilated attic.

That's when Dina and her two older sisters took the family of seven into their own single-room home on the outskirts of the city, sharing with them their meager food rations. One of the children, a six-year-old boy named Shmuel, became gravely ill and had to be taken to a hospital, despite the risk of exposing his identity. He died there.

Shortly after, the family was informed upon and Dina's sisters and their relatives helped them flee in various directions.

Yanai, the oldest, headed for the woods, another went to the mountains, and the mother headed out on foot with her youngest two surviving children in search of another hiding spot. Dina and her orphaned and impoverished sisters provided them with clothing before their departure. The family reunited after liberation and made its way to Israel, where the children built families of their own.

Yossi Mor, today 77, was just an infant when his family was taken in, but he said he could still remember a few things, such as when his older brother died and the kindness they encountered from their rescuers — who gave them various forms of refuge for nearly two years.

"They fed us, they gave us medicine, they gave us the protection, everything, they washed our clothes," he said, before gesturing toward Dina. "She loved me very much."

Mor and Yanai had gotten together with Dina in Greece years ago. But the younger generation of their extended family, which included grade-school children in pigtails and soldiers in uniform, had never met her before Sunday's ceremony. The two soldiers proudly pushed Dina and Yanai throughout the complex in their wheelchairs.

A special committee, chaired by a retired Supreme Court justice, is responsible for vetting every case of "Righteous Among the Nations" before awarding the title. Following a lengthy process, between 400 and 500 are typically recognized a year and the process will continue and new stories come to light even for those awarded posthumously, said Joel Zisenwise, the director of the department at Yad Vashem.

"What we see here is moving in the sense that we have evidence of an ongoing relationship of the rescuers with the survivors and the descendants. It is an ongoing form of paying tribute," he said. "It definitely is moving to see these families coming together knowing that they may indeed be one of the last meetings."

https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/righteous-among-the-nations?fbclid=IwAR3_8cMYdkD_0hwo2Sx_Gh2pcfqteIt-37mBHvx0BJpKm4HXUeanvrgrh78

ANOTHER BIRTHDAY

ANOTHER BIRTHDAY

My older son Steven Nathaniel Wolkoff would have been 42 years old today.

What can a parent say on the birthday of their dead child?

A living child asks for a birthday party. 

As they become older, you, as the parent, ask them what they want for their birthday. There’s dialogue. 

It’s tradition to remember your child's birthday, to not do so ignores that they lived.

But what exactly is a parent supposed to do on the birthday of their child when he is gone?

Not gone, as in out of town or at the beach, or out of the country. Gone as in, no longer alive.

A dead child doesn’t want. 

A dead son asks for nothing.

What does a mom or dad and siblings do?

Where’s the rule book for recognizing birthdays of a dead child?

Steven was born on the first day of Fall and died on the first day of Summer. 

There is something odd to me about the the significance of the equinox and solstice in his life and its parallel meaning to the Earth. 

If the autumnal equinox represents balance, then the summer solstice was most certainly the day we felt our world come to a deafening halt on the longest day of the year.

Steven lies dead in a grave because of the negligence and indifference of those who killed him, stole his life at the age of 30, and have tried to erase that he ever lived.

I mourn what was, what could of been, and what will never be.

You deserved so much better my son, it just wasn't meant to be. 

Love, Dad 

MOM

I thought of you with love today
but that is nothing new

I thought about you yesterday
and days before that too,
I think of you in silence
I often speak your name

All I have are memories
and your picture in a frame.

Your memory is my keepsake
with which I’ll never part
I have you in my heart.

Hug me strongly, and carry me home

Dear Mom, one more kiss again

I thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake from which I’ll never part. God has you in His arms, I have you in my heart.

See more at: http://www.idlehearts.com/?p=24438I thought of you with love today

Today is the day that my Mother, Dorothy Wolkoff died on June 30th,1997. It was sudden and there was never a chance to say goodbye.
 

My mom was the strongest, toughest, most courageous, gentle, caring person I have ever known. 

Biology aside, mom's can be magical human beings. A mother's love is unlimited, it can heal us, make us feel safe, and inspire us. My mother was all that and more. How lucky I am.

She taught me much, but in particular, emphasized the importance of self pride, work/life ethics, compassion, caring, and being humble. 

In spite of her hard life, she provided for my sister and myself, by doing whatever was necessary for us to live, we never lacked for anything because of her grueling unselfish efforts. 

My mother was the only one who believed in me, particularly during my youth, and stubbornly never gave up, no matter how much I screwed up. 

Without her support during my most difficult years as a youngster, a wild acting out teenager, she ALWAYS stood up to me, for me, guided me, and refused to give in, or give up on me. It was not easy for her to do that, but she would not back down, ever.

My mother literally saved my life many times, she was one of a kind, I will always remember and love her for that. I told my mom in many different ways over the years how much she eventually contributed to my taking the correct productive path with my life all because of her. 

I spent much of my adult life making my mother proud of me, telling her how much I loved her. 

Whatever is good in me, came from my mother. 

I love and miss you mom.

61 YEARS AGO. WAS IT WORTH IT?

Samuel Wolkoff- June 6th, 1958, forever etched in my soul. 

My father was gruesomely murdered on this day many years ago, at the age of 42. I was 10 years old. 

He lost his life that day, I lost my childhood, my inner peace, and my soul. Samuel Wolkoff was MY FATHER. Tragically, I hardly remember anything about him, and almost nothing about our relationship as father and son.Today's Blog is in memory of Samuel Wolkoff, My Dad, tortured and murdered (CLICK HERE TO READ MORE).

The rest of the year, the ever present demons make sure I remember those whose memories others have tried to erase, these are my family, they were human beings who will never be forgotten by me, they lived and never deserved to die in such horribly suffering ways. 

To me it's very personal when June 6th arrives every year, a very painful day. It has now been 61 agonizing years since my father Samuel Wolkoff was brutally tortured and murdered.
But there are also extremely evil people who visit here. I suppose they come for many different reasons and I can see they are from all over the world.

I get emails frequently, mostly anonymous from others about the monster subhuman animal who murdered my father. They vary from other victims families murdered by the monster, friends of his, and entities that shall remain not named by me. 

Some of you are the cowardly, but powerfully dangerous scum bags who murdered my father, some are close murderous associates of my father, as well as those of you in the arrogant, incompetent, corrupt law enforcement systems, whose agencies knowingly covered their asses, and in doing so, betrayed your sworn oaths to defend justice, by participating in covering up the truth, obstructing justice in this capital offense, which has no statute of limitations.

My father believed in kindness, honesty, family, hard work, ethics, and his rights as a human being to reap the fruits of his labor for himself and our family.

He was a man who did not run away from the corrupt animals who wanted a "cut of his business" for themselves. 

He believed in himself and the law enforcement, legal, supposedly ethical "systems" to protect him from those that wanted the business that he had built from nothing, with his blood and sweat.


He believed in a code of personal ethics, morality, integrity that dictated honor, family, respect, fairness, loyalty, faith in humanity, and that no one is entitled to steal from another human being their right to live.


On June 6th, 1958 the world was already very evil, corrupt, his life was cheap, and scum bags took what they wanted, from who ever they wanted. That was the day they took my father's life, his business, and all of our souls.

Today, June 6th, 2019, the world is infinitely more evil, more corrupt, life is even cheaper, scum bags enjoy their lives as they take even more of what they want, from whomever they choose.


Many of the murderers of my father, and their children are still alive. They have all done extremely well financially and live with a high standard of living for themselves, their families have all thrived in spite of their evil deeds. 


Yes, my father was a hero, he is a hero who sacrificed his life for his beliefs. Seems old fashioned, naive, for someone to believe so strongly in doing the right thing. 

Yet somehow, he who had nothing, created a thriving business, and maintained his righteousness of believing in goodness, his business associates, his relatives, the legal/law enforcement system, and that being a hard working, good person is to be rewarded.


In the end, his naive belief in the humanity of others, particularly his relatives (we know who you are) proved that he was DEAD wrong and he paid for it with his life. 

We all know each other, or about each other, you know I have hidden away safely the written confidential secret official documents with my honest law enforcement and political friends, the written proof of all documented detailed real facts that would expose the ugly truths. 

Nothing to be concerned about, it will remain buried. 

We know the deal that protects all of us, the reasons that nothing else has been done by any of us about my father's murder, the reason these documents will remain hidden, is the unspoken but very clear mutual understanding we all have forever, of don't ever again fuck with any of my family, and in return, we won't fuck with any of you by making the real truth public.

Was it worth the unimaginable pain that he felt as he was tortured slowly for 5 hours on the night of June 6, 1958? 

What must he have been thinking during those horrific hours of going in and out of consciousness as they repeatedly tightened and loosened a rope around his neck?

Samuel Wolkoff's cause of death, 5 long hours of tortured Murder By Strangulation. 

Try to hold your breath for as long as you can, then wait 40 more seconds, exhale, that will give you a tiny sense of the horrific way my father felt for 5  consecutive hours, a rope tied as a noose, was continuously alternately tightened, then loosened around his neck, while his hands were tied behind his back. 

Death, when it finally came, must have been a merciful release for my father.

Was it worth it to believe that your goodness would triumph above evil, that god would watch over you, that law enforcement would protect you, that your wife, and children would not suffer beyond imagination for the rest of our lives?

Justice not served, justice not given, nothing complicated, nothing new, an innocent, good person, a human life stolen without any remorse, it happens all the time. 

How can a loved one who dies suffering, rest in peace, ever? The answer is they cannot rest in peace because of the way they died.
Seems like a simple thing to believe and its even reduced to a short acronym, R.I.P., easy to write. I can't write it, not possible, not after all the never ending suffering of my father, and our family.

Was it worth it, my hero, my dear beloved father? 

Was it worth it?

The march of the dead continues, May/June are the saddest months for me, I dread this time of the year, horrifically gruesome memories of human, innocent lives of my family wasted. 

I am often intrigued as to why over 104,000 people as of this date have visited my Blog. 

There are many good people who come here, victims, families of victims, people seeking justice, those who are fighting against injustice, human beings who care. 

I see search terms on my blog from people who arrive looking for information about my father, a lot of other interesting search words that only "you" would know. 

There are visitors here who are criminals, murderers, organized organized crime family leaders, law enforcement, the curious, all are responsible by their actions or inaction's for the injustices that are specifically detailed in many of my different Blog posts about all the victims I write about.

For an ultra private person like me, a blog is obscenely public, personal, grossly revealing, definitely not my style, but  interestingly, momentarily cleansing, a way of coming out, being up front with unbearable realities, my reality. Mostly I do it for those that can no longer speak for themselves, who experienced unimaginable suffering that ended their lives. In this moment, my father's reality.

I do know that MY FATHER was a courageous HERO. 

Dead heroes, no matter how courageous they are, never get remembered by society for their acts of courage. They are quickly forgotten, except by those who loved them.

Was it worth it for MY FATHER, Samuel Wolkoff, to stand his ground and give up his life in such a terrifying, grotesque manner at the hands of cowardly pussy punks? 

The world did not care about his life and did nothing.

My father's fatal errors that cost him his life? He  believed in trust, in the sense of obligation to very close members of his family, by giving them a chance to change their ways.

The good deeds he did, paid back by these very same, who had him murdered. Horrifically ugly, but brutally true, and they all got away with it, no guilt, no conscience, didn't bother any of them, never mattered to them.

Today we remember my courageous father. He is not resting in peace, and he never will rest in peace, that is certain.