A Nov. 27 story on the Red Bull Arena in Harrison incorrectly reported that skybox patrons pay extra for alcohol. Alcoholic beverages are included in the skybox fee but club box customers are charged for alcohol, according to Red Bull spokesman Robert Pastor. For more information, call Pastor at 973-268-7128. The Observer regrets the error.
Category: Opinion & Reader Forum
As we prepare to celebrate Thanksgiving on Nov. 28 (and its aftermath of frenzied Friday foraging by the manic masses maneuvering through mammoth malls), let us lift up our weary eyes a moment from our artificially fattened turkeys and ponder this:
We live in the United States of America, a deeply flawed republic, indeed, but also a country where, for the most part, we can reasonably expect to go about our business without being blown up by a suicide bomber, being thrown into jail by agents of a police state, being forced to flee our borders because of civil strife, or being compelled to work in unsafe buildings that could collapse at any time.
Aren’t there people wandering around still looking for work, or at least, enough work to pay the basic bills? Absolutely, and I know several on a personal basis and I’m sure you do, as well.
Aren’t there folks being thrown out of homes for lack of money to pay the mortgage or the rent? Yes: just scan the daily papers and read the numerous foreclosure notices.
Aren’t there unfortunates spending every day on the street, panhandling for food? Yes, I see several camped out under the elevated highway near Jersey City’s Charlotte Circle, just to cite one of many examples.
Obviously, the USA isn’t a utopian society and there are those who would argue we are a dystopian, hopelessly fragmented, bigoted, us vs. them lot. Some political scientists, economists and columnists argue the gulf between the classes continues to widen and, as our government continues to print money and defer paying our debt, we will spiral down into the abyss.
I prefer not to join that chorus of doomsayers – at least not yet.
Instead, I’d rather focus on those among us who take the time to care about others less fortunate, without resources to make it through tough times. Organizations like the Salvation Army, the Red Cross and Goodwill Industries; a host of service groups like the Elks, Kiwanis, Rotary, Woman’s Club, Lions, Masons, our veterans’ posts, among others too numerous to mention.
And all the individual acts of kindness, like the recent blood drive sponsored by the Belleville firefighters’ union, held on behalf of a stricken comrade. Or those contributing to a bone marrow drive to aid a Kearny woman’s young grandson in Brooklyn.
Meanwhile, for those of us lucky enough to be able to enjoy the virtues of home and hearth for the holiday with friends and family, we should take time out to give thanks.
I was reminded recently by a Kearny lawyer acquaintance of the importance of family values and I know he’ll forgive me if I quote an excerpt of an e-mail he circulated among his many pals and associates as he marked his birthday:
“Everyone has their problems. People are struggling with issues [and] our family is no exception. Bills come due. Medical complications must be faced. Relationships fall on rocky times. That’s why we should try to be kind all day, every day, to whomever we meet.”
Referencing a family photo with his spouse and daughters, the lawyer observes: “When I look at pictures like this, however, I can put everything [in] perspective. I am among the luckiest guys in the world. …. “
Problems and issues will come, and go, and come back again, and go away again. But, I am surrounded by these ladies. We love each other. This is what is important. And it doesn’t have to be familial. Surround yourself with loving, caring people. Live among friends and neighbors. Help and allow yourself to be helped. That is the essence of being human. ….”
Yes. Those are words to remember on this and future Thanksgivings.
Have a pleasant holiday.
– Ron Leir
A Nov. 6 story reporting on Gov. Chris Christie’s campaign stop in Harrison underestimated the number of townspeople who turned out for the occasion. Several observers noted there were probably between 400 and 500 attending, spilling out from the Elks lodge hall into the bar area and outside in the parking lot. The Observer regrets the error.
‘KUDOS TO MSGR. GILCHRIST’
To the editor:
I wish to thank and applaud The Observer for publishing the remembrances of Msgr. John J. Gilchrist of November 22, 1963 when he recalled ministering the last rites to an elderly man likely forgotten to history at the same time an assassin’s bullet brought to an untimely end the life of President John F. Kennedy. More importantly, the story told by Msgr. Gilchrist teaches us that everyone’s life has value, from the President of the United States to the least among us.
As a former parishoner of Holy Cross Church during the years that Msgr. Gilchrist was its pastor, I can attest that he was the living embodiment of this lesson. Monsignor treated every person as if they were president and would have treated the president no better or worse than any other person.
I believe that since that terrible day in November 50 years ago, Msgr Gilchrist has been more important to the spiritual health and welfare of the West Hudson and South Bergen community than any elected official, and I thank God for the opportunity to have known this good man.
TREASURING MEMORIES OF JFK
To the editor:
Your Nov. 20, 2013 edition remembering John F. Kennedy was wonderful. Any American will remember with shock and sorrow those days that followed for the rest of their lives. Thank you so much for the fantastic report of other Americans and how they felt and Mgrs Gilchrist ’s wonderful and very human memories.
There are certain times or dates that resonate in each of us because they affect us viscerally, even to the center of our soul.
On Sunday, Dec. 7, 1941, I was listening to the radio. It was a broadcast of a football game. It was a game between the New York Giants and the Brooklyn Dodgers. (Yes, in those days, there was a Brooklyn football team called the Dodgers.)
Suddenly, a voice broke in. The voice was telling us that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. I, at 11 years of age, was filled with excitement. I ran into the kitchen where my mother was washing dishes.
“Mom,” I cried, “The Japs have bombed Pearl Harbor. We are at war.”
My mother’s response was instant. Her eyes filled with tears. I was surprised. “Just think of all those boys who are going to die,” she said. She was heartbroken. I found my excitement turning into more somber thoughts of war and death.
Another date that is stamped into my consciousness is Friday, Nov. 22, 1963. I was stationed at St. Cecilia’s in Kearny. In those days, we priests had the responsibility of servicing West Hudson Hospital. I was on duty when the phone rang. As usual, the female voice at the other end uttered just two words, “Emergency, Father.” I jumped into the car and was at the hospital within five minutes.
The situation that greeted me was not unusual. An elderly gentleman had suffered a heart attack. He had gone to God.
As I entered the hospital, the receptionist at the desk said, “Room 305, Father.”
When I entered the room and took out the Holy Oils to anoint the man, the television was still playing. I heard the words, “President John F. Kennedy has died.” Then came the details of his assassination.
It was like a knife in my heart. I found myself praying over the deceased gentleman, and at the same time weeping for our first Catholic President, our beautiful John Kennedy.
Then I stopped in the middle of my prayers. “What a contradiction! Here I pray, mechanically anointing a man who is meeting his Creator – yet crying for a man I had never known personally.”
“What a fool I am,” I thought. “I am performing a sacred function for the soul of a person. My fingers are touching his body. Yet my mind is in Dallas.”
I meditated on that dichotomy for many days. From that day on, I never ever just “gave the last rites.” I have looked at each human being who was dead or in danger of death as a unique and special being – a child of God – at the most important time of his or her existence, that moment when the soul meets God.
If the priesthood should become just a function, then it is no longer the ministry of Jesus. Every soul is precious to the living God. We must love and pray for them all, the way that Jesus did.
– Msgr. John J. Gilchrist
(Msgr. Gilchrist is in residence at the Catholic Youth Center in Kearny. He is a former columnist for the Catholic Advocate newspaper.)
When I was a kid in grade school in the late ‘50s, I remember reading about the bright prospect of electric cars on the horizon.
Now, despite the best efforts of Detroit to kill them, we’re seeing some results, thanks to Tesla Motors. (If they find a way to stop car batteries from catching fire….) As for Detroit, well, GM is turning out the Chevy Volt to compete with Tesla. As Mel Allen might have said: How about that….
We also used to read about space exploration and how any day, we’d be catching up to the Soviet Union’s Sputnik launch. And we did.
More recently, though, we began going backwards by partially dismantling NASA. No more trips to the moon. Don’t even think about astronauts going to Mars, no matter if there are forms of life there.
But hold on a minute, you federal sorry-eyed staracrats! You can’t tell me to take that galaxy and shove it. Not after what the New York Times reported last week.
First, on Tuesday, Nov. 5, Times reporter Dennis Overbye let us know that based on data collected by NASA’s Kepler-spacecraft, astronomers are learning that there could be “as many as 40 billion habitable Earthsize planets in the galaxy. And “the nearest such planet might be only 12 light-years away,” which, one scientist affirmed, “would be visible to the naked eye.”
Doesn’t that news make you want to climb into the nearest spacesuit and activate the launch code?
Then on Thursday, Nov. 7, Times reporter Kenneth Chang revealed two ominous developments happening in the “final frontier.”
First, the European Space Agency’s Gravity Field and Steady-State Ocean Circulation Explorer (GOCE) satellite, which was launched in March 2009 to map Earth’s gravitational field while flying in an orbit between 160 and 140 miles above the planet, was expected to drop out of orbit within days for an uncontrolled re-entry and, ultimately, fragment in our atmosphere and crash somewhere. Scientists were hoping to track it in time to predict where it will come down.
Secondly, scientists are predicting that we could be in for an increasing number of asteroid strikes, like the one that exploded, shattering windows and injuring more than 1,000 people, in Chelyabinski in Russia in February. While the next incident may not happen for another 10 years or more, scientists are pressing for the development of an asteroid detection system as a precaution.
Thus are we presented with the image of space as a double-edged sword – like the constellation of Orion beckoning but also threatening would-be space voyagers. To ignore the possibility of new worlds awaiting our discovery is wrongheaded. Who knows how long our planet will last, given the rate at which we’re running out of natural resources by choking our air, polluting and drying up our waterways, felling our forests, despoiling the land, over-consuming.
One day, perhaps, as our Earth is threatened with extinction, we will be seeing droves of people fleeing – in privately manufactured spacecrafts – to those distant ecto-planets as a last refuge.
And, when they arrive, as a final irony, will they be locked up – or turned away – as illegal immigrants?
Let us hope that our distant “neighbors” will be more enlightened beings than our poor lot here on Planet Earth.
– Ron Leir
Next Monday, Nov. 11, is Veterans Day, the day dedicated to honoring all American veterans, living and dead. There will be ceremonies in The Observer towns, sponsored by various organizations and with varying programs.
But they should all have one thing in common: a moment of silence at 11 a.m.
Veterans Day used to be called Armistice Day, and it marked the exact moment the guns of World War I fell silent: 11 a.m., Nov. 11, 1918. The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
Perhaps it is for that reason that I, personally, although honoring all our living U.S. vets — as they should be honored — have always felt a closer bond that day to the fallen. Especially the fallen of the Great War.
Next year will bring the 100th anniversary of the start of that conflict, and I daresay today’s younger generations live in ignorance of the 1914-18 slaughter.
Is it even still taught in schools? Perhaps in the U.K. it is, but I have my doubts about U.S. education. Hell, in the U.K., they’re still writing songs about it. (Search YouTube for “The Road to Passchendaele.”) In the U.K., people will be wearing poppies this week. When was the last time you saw a poppy here? How many people even know what the flower signifies?
In any case, to me, Nov. 11 will always be inextricably bound to World War I, with which I have a, some might say “morbid,” fascination. It can’t be other than morbid, considering the sheer number of dead.
Some perspective: In the last 12 years, some 6,760 American troops have been killed in Iraq and Afghanistan.
According to one source, on the first day — repeat, day — of the Battle of the Somme, July 1, 1916, the British overall casualty toll was about 60,000, “of whom 21,000 had been killed, most in the first hour of the attack, perhaps the first minutes.” (John Keegan, “The Face of Battle.”)
Can you comprehend that? Nearly 21,000 slain? In one hour? Or less?
Entire libraries have been written analyzing the reasons for the terrible butchery of World War I, so I am not about to try to do that here. I merely want to acknowledge the horrific loss of life. Of lives. Of individuals who had their whole lives ahead of them and who were doomed to became part of a lost generation.
The United States, which did not enter the war until April 1917, sent more than 4 million troops to the Western Front, of whom 110,000 died before cessation of hostilities in November 1918. Of that total, an estimated 43,000 were felled, not in battle, but by the Spanish Flu epidemic that was sweeping the globe. They still died as heroes in the service of their country.
So, on Monday, I shall attend a Veterans Day ceremony, and keep the moment of silence, and remember both the living and the dead.
For the living, I can shake their hands and say a sincere, “Thank you for your service.” As I hope you do, too.
For the dead, I can only pray. As I hope you do, too.
Let us never forget their sacrifices.
It is the veteran, not the preacher, who has given us freedom of religion.
It is the veteran, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the veteran, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the veteran, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to assemble.
It is the veteran, not the lawyer, who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the veteran, not the politician, who has given us the right to vote.
It is the veteran, who salutes the flag, who serves under the flag.
Oh Lord, grant eternal rest to them and let the perpetual light shine upon them.
Submitted by North Arlington Elks Lodge #1992
They’re all nuts. They should be lined up against the wall and shot. With bullets.
Because neither the government nor the insurgents in the awful, prolonged Syrian conflict wants to cooperate with global health authorities to get innocent children vaccinated against an outbreak of the polio virus that, according to international news reports, has reportedly reared its ugly head in the Middle East.
On Sunday, Oct. 27, the British publication, The Independent, reported in its online version that the World Health Organization was investigating 22 cases of suspected polio in children who live in Deir Al-Zour, an eastern province of Syria where combatants are actively engaged.
How the polio virus made its way into Syria isn’t yet clear but if left unchecked, it can spread among those yet to be immunized and, ultimately, the disease can cause irreversible paralysis, The Independent noted.
Members of the Taliban are alleged to have prevented health aides from undertaking a vaccination programs in Pakistan’s Waziristan region in 2012, resulting in more than 200,000 children being left unprotected, according to reports.
If all these reports are valid, it is simply unfathomable how these adults can allow children – who have espoused no political or religious dogmas, who have harmed no one – to be sacrificed as political pawns in a game certainly not of their choosing.
The adults found to be responsible for such outrage should be hunted down, apprehended and tried as war criminals before an international tribunal.
Before their executions, they should be confronted with visual evidence of their crimes – images of the children left forever crippled thanks to their willful, wanton behavior.
So in that part of the world, we see how children are likely to be maimed or killed through grown-up indifference and we, sitting here in the “enlightened” USA, wonder how such things can play out.
But we shouldn’t be so smug. The Children’s Defense Fund reminds us that here in America, “A child is killed or injured by a gun every 30 minutes…. More children die every three days in America than died in the Newtown massacre.”
Last week, a 13-year-old boy in Santa Rosa, Calif., was shot and killed by sheriff’s deputies after he was spotted carrying what appeared to be an AK-47 but which, the deputies later learned, was a plastic toy. A parent of the dead boy told the cops his son got the toy from a friend. The boy was described as a trumpeter in his middle school band, smart and popular with his peers.
Mind-boggling all around.
But it reminded me of a striking photo published in last Saturday’s New York Times which showed what was described as a group of Chinese kindergarteners dressed in kid-size versions of Chinese Army uniforms and carrying toy weapons as an adult accompanied them on a stroll through a park in Dongyang.
Some cultures figure it’s never too early to start the process of military education. In our country, we have ROTC.
Are guns inherently evil? Should we try to outright ban them? No to both questions. Just consider what Texas would do: Gun enthusiasts recently staged a rally at The Alamo in San Antonio, with special dispensation from local authorities. If we took away their toys, the Lone Star State would, I dare say, be sorely tempted to secede.
But serious thought needs to be given to how we can control the flow of guns – particularly those unregistered, defaced, etc. – into the country, between states, etc., for criminal use. Seems to me we need some type of federal controls to deal with that.
And if guns are going to remain part of American culture – which, given the popularity of electronic war games among teens, they’re likely to be – we need to find a better way to train kids, early on, in their proper use.
And maybe get them interested in, say, fishing or hiking as a healthy outdoor alternative.
A postscript: How can our government manage to cybersnoop so well on our enemies and allies, alike, yet when it comes to setting up a software system to facilitate getting health insurance to those without, it turns into glitch city? So much for domestic priorities.
– Ron Leir
A story in last week’s Observer reported incorrectly that the Kearny Recreation Commission voted 4-3 not to rescind a written warning to coach John Leadbeater. The vote was unanimous. The commission voted 4-3 not to rescind a warning to the Little League executive board that it had failed to respond appropriately to parents’ complaint about the coach.