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At 80, Joan Rivers is an
inspiration to a lot of women, as well as men: she is energetic far beyond her
age. She is active writing, performing
on stage, screen and on television. According to her website she also lectures,
designs jewelry and creates cosmetics. Many people younger than her do not accomplish
a fraction of what she does. And, she can be hilarious even if you do not like her
coarse humor and vulgarity.
On Friday, October 11, my husband and I saw
her performing in Westbury Music Hall in Long Island. We actually went to hear one
of our favorite singers and record producers Steve Tyrell, whom we follow when
he appears in New York. That night he opened the Joan Rivers act.
As was evident from the applause
Joan received when she appeared on stage, most of the audience came to see her,
not necessarily the elegant Steve Tyrell.
Indeed, the crowd loved and adored
her. They admired her outrageous outfit, and her jokes. No one could dispute
that she was peppy and animated, enthusiastic and lively, and funny. She made fun of herself and her relationship
with her beloved daughter, of every ethnic group, including her own, and she
didn’t apologize for any of that. If you didn’t like it, you were too “stupid.”
Everyone laughed, even me, for I am a tough audience when it comes to standup
comedians.
She was gracious to some members of
the audience, especially a gay couple that got engaged on stage, which was of
course, part of her “shtick,” though, apparently the man whose hand was asked in
marriage by his partner was surprised.
Watching Joan, I admired her energy
and her wit, and allowed myself to enjoy a fellow Jew, and female, though, as
you might have guessed, I do not appreciate her crudeness. Despite it all I
thought that at eighty she was indeed inspirational.
Then she mad a joke about
Auschwitz. To say that it was tasteless is an understatement. As a Jew, whose grandparents,
aunts, uncles, cousins, and other relatives perished in the Holocaust, I was
utterly insulted by her. As every Jew in the audience should have been. I was
even more insulted when I looked around me and saw the crowd laughing. There
are subjects no one should joke about. Taboos. The Holocaust and other genocides
are among them.
Shame of you Joan.
Perhaps
she never visited Auschwitz and its neighboring death camp, Birkenau. Or
perhaps she did, but it might not have affected her the way it affected me. As
I have written before, and don’t mind repeating, nothing I have studied, read,
seen, not Yad Vashem, not even my previous visit to Terezienstadt, prepared me
for Birkenau and Auschwitz—for their enormity and for the efficiency with which
the Nazis ran their death-oiled industry.
What shocked me the most was that not even the minutest detail was left
to chance: not the place where the trains would first stop, where victims would
initially be "selected," where they first undressed, where they were
first disinfected and shaved, their hair used by the Nazis to manufacture
fabric; not where they were disinfected for the second time, where their
clothing was first fumigated, where their clothing was fumigated for the second
time, where their clothing and belongings were collected, sorted and stored, where
they would die by Zyclon B poisoning gas, where their corpses would be burned.
It took merely 25 minutes from the
time the human cargo arrived at Birkenau for those "selected" to
become ash. Many of those who survived that selection were sent to the hell of
Auschwitz. And Auschwitz and Birkenau were only two camps where Jews were
slaughtered while the world kept silent.
Shame on you, Joan Rivers.
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Having had a father that passed through Auschwitz safely and survived the labor camp he was sent to I cannot agree with you more. There is no humor to be found in the Holocaust. It is beyond crass to use it in humorous situations. It demeans the horror of those times and it does not serve survivors well.
ReplyDeleteI visited both Auschwitz and Birkenau a few years ago, but I doubt very much that Joan Rivers has actually set her prada-laden foot inside either of these places, In fact I'm willing to wager that she's never even been to Poland given that it's not exactly the star-studded worldly destination of choice for someone as pretentious and vain as Ms. Rivers.
ReplyDeleteWords fail to describe the overwhelming air of sadness and raw emotion that leaves a visitor feeling truly sorry for all the terrors suffered inside these camps. Seeing the buildings, which were the former horse stables for the Polish army, where the unfortunate Jewish people were imprisoned, and the conditions of the camp itself was enough to make even the most hardened heart well up with tears. The fact that Rivers plays the "Jewish" card in her schtick but likely has never suffered a day in her pampered princess life, is disgusting, as is her attack on Anne Frank in her latest writing venture. One can only hope that the 81 yr old plastic garbage that is Joan Rivers departs this world soon, and maybe as she lies on her bed gasping her last breath of air, she regrets living her life as vitriolic bitch.