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February 12, 2006
How ironic that Jerry Moses returned to China in gratitude for that country's decent treatment of him as a Jewish refugee during World War II--the very country where to practice one's religion gets one thrown in prison today ("Return of a Shanghai Jew," by Adam Minter, Los Angeles Times Magazine, Jan. 15). What if he were to hand out the Torah, hold a prayer service or surf the Internet to post a political opinion? Don't even consider it. An individual may be grateful for a wartime hide-out, but that does not change the fact that he has returned to a country where he dare not speak his opinions.
February 5, 2006
Thank you for the moving article on Jerry Moses and his return to Shanghai ("Return of a Shanghai Jew," by Adam Minter, Jan. 15). As a child of Holocaust survivors, I believe his healing comes from his ability to reframe his experience in China during World War II with gratitude and love for that country. I'm filled with admiration for a man whose primary feeling was love in the midst of such poverty and hunger. I similarly feel grateful to Norway, a country that accepted our family and gave us hope in the midst of tremendous loss.
October 30, 1996 | From Associated Press
Some were so good their nicknames alone bring back memories. Wilt. Dr. J. Cooz. Magic. Pistol Pete. Pearl. Hondo. Tiny. Some were simply big, as in Big E and Big O. Others needed no more mention than their first names: Michael. Charles. Larry. Hakeem. Shaquille. Scottie. Then there were those who played before the NBA became a multibillion-dollar industry: George Mikan, Bob Pettit. Paul Arizin. Hal Greer. Bill Sharman. Tremendous basketball players, all of them.
January 15, 2006 | Adam Minter, Adam Minter is a freelance writer based in Shanghai.
At the market, Gaoyang Road widens and hooks toward a set of encroaching Shanghai high-rises. Below, in their shadows, is a gray, run-down, two-story building that holds a tobacco shop, a beauty parlor and a noodle restaurant on its first floor. The top level is residential, and it juts over the first, creating a covered lane hung with laundry. Just south of the building, Jerry Moses, a retired Southern California businessman, squints and looks up, hands clasped behind his back.
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