We lit candles with friends tonight – my friend insisted on discussing the entire story of Hannukah and it’s encouraging message, and I really needed it.  I had been racing against the clock to get my little monograph on Kurt Gerron printed before the exhibit opens – and I can see I wont make it.  But I’ll keep trying, and if you want to encourage me, write me and reserve a copy and I’ll try hard to get it for the opening of the Museum exhibit.

The exhibit is of the work of Shalom Sebba, an artist who died in the eighties and whose work is mostly about Israel.  The invitation for the opening shows a kibbutznik shearing his sheep.  But the work I wrote about is of a man who, although a decorated German war hero in World War I, left his profession as a physician to heal the world through film,  Kurt Gerron made at least 94 films, musical and endless recordings before he was forced to make a Thereisenstadt film for the Nazis and was killed before it was complete.  My book is an attempt to give him back a semblance of the presence he had as a Jewish star way back before Goebells started cutting him out of the films he had made.  We lent the museum our painting of him by Sebba for this purpose.  

He never got the miracle he deserved.  I’ll tell you more about the paiting soon.