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The Tyrant Defined

19 Sunday Oct 2025

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I posted the following description of a TYRANT during the first Trump Administration from a book worthy to be read by anyone interested in how a very small and petty man can take power over a nation. The book is Tyrant – Shakespeare on Politics (New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 2018) pages 53-54 by Stephen Greenblatt, the John Cogan University Professor of the Humanities at Harvard University.

I offer Professor Greenblatt’s insights again the day after “No Kings Day” (October 18, 2025) celebrated by millions of Americans in thousands of locations across the United States.

 “Shakespeare’s Richard III brilliantly develops the personality features of the aspiring tyrant already sketched in the Henry VI trilogy: the limitless self-regard, the law-breaking, the pleasure in inflicting pain, the compulsive desire to dominate. He is pathologically narcissistic and supremely arrogant. He has a grotesque sense of entitlement, never doubting that he can do whatever he chooses. He loves to bark orders and to watch underlings scurry to carry them out. He expects absolute loyalty, but he is incapable of gratitude. The feelings of others mean nothing to him. He has no natural grace, no sense of shared humanity, no decency.

He is not merely indifferent to the law; he hates it and takes pleasure in breaking it. He hates it because it gets in his way and because it stands for a notion of the public good that he holds in contempt. He divides the world into winners and losers. The winners arouse his regard insofar as he can use them for his own ends; the losers arouse only his scorn. The public good is something only losers like to talk about. What he likes to talk about is winning.

He has always had wealth; he was born into it and makes ample use of it. But though he enjoys having what money can get him, it is not what most excites him. What excites him is the joy of domination. He is a bully. Easily enraged, he strikes out at anyone who stands in his way. He enjoys seeing others cringe, tremble, or wince with pain. He is gifted at detecting weakness and deft at mockery and insult. These skills attract followers who are drawn to the same cruel delight, even if they cannot have it to his unmatched degree. Though they know that he is dangerous, the followers help him advance to his goal, which is the possession of supreme power.

His possession of power includes the domination of women, but he despises them far more than desires them. Sexual conquest excites him, but only for the endlessly reiterated proof that he can have anything he likes. He knows that those he grabs hate him. For that matter, once he has succeeded in seizing the control that so attracts him, in politics as in sex, he knows that virtually everyone hates him. At first that knowledge energizes him, making him feverishly alert to rivals and conspiracies. But it soon begins to eat away at him and exhaust him.

Sooner or later, he is brought down. He dies unloved and un-lamented. He leaves behind only wreckage. It would have been better had Richard III never been born.”

“The Art Spy” by Michelle Young – A Book Review

10 Tuesday Jun 2025

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Rose Valland

What most intrigued and shocked me in reading this well-written and deeply researched new biography and history called The Art Spy (New York: HarperCollins, 2025, 390 pages, including notes) by the American art historian Michelle Young about Rose Valland (1898-1980), the acting curator of Jeu de Palme Museum in Paris from the 1930s to 1950s, and an art spy on behalf of the French Resistance against the Nazis, was the massive crime of greed the Nazis perpetrated against the world of fine art in Paris, how that greed began like a trickle of water at the beginning of the occupation and then became a torrential wave that helped transform the “City of Light” into a ‘city of darkness.’ This book details the heroic commitment of Rose Valland as she recorded in stunning detail what happened to the art stolen by the Nazis between 1939 and 1944.  

Rose cataloged every work of art by classical and modern painters and sculptors that were taken from Jewish homes and galleries, art collectors and French museums by Nazi criminals for themselves, for Hitler’s “Führermuseum,” or for the purpose of selling them at inflated prices to support the German war effort. The Jeu de Paume Museum in Paris was the art center the Nazis used to accumulate tens of thousands of stolen paintings, drawings, sculptures, jewelry, furniture, books, and other fine art to ship out of the French capital.

Hitler’s second-in-command, Hermann Göring (1893-1946), who Michelle Young characterized as “an insatiable predator,” visited Jeu de Palme from Berlin dozens of times and walked away cumulatively with thousands of master-works for himself that he promised he would pay for, but never sent a franc. Göring was convicted by the Nuremberg War Crimes Tribunal after the war for his many crimes against the Jews and others and sentenced to hang, but he committed suicide a day before the execution could take place.

Another Nazi art thief, standing six feet and four inches, was the “handsome and athletic Bruna Lohse” (1911-2007). He absconded with hundreds of master paintings and pieces of fine art, was tried after the war in a French military trial – Rose served as one of the prosecution witnesses – but Lohse charmed his American interrogators and ultimately was acquitted. He went on to become wealthy as a German art dealer well into his 80s, never expressing any remorse for his war crimes.

Michelle Young cites the names of many Nazis and collaborating French art historians whose names and deeds have subsided into the rear-view mirror of history. She brings them forward so we now know who they were and what crimes they committed.

Young reports:

“The Nazis looted approximately 650,000 works of art [thousands from 69,619 Jewish homes] by war’s end in Europe during WWII. Rose and her team were responsible for the restitution of more than sixty-one thousand works of art in the decade after World War II. Even when the world moved on, Rose was still fighting. Today, it is believed that over one hundred thousand pieces of Nazi-confiscated artwork, taken from all over Europe, have yet to be recovered.”

This means that thousands of today’s contemporary private art collectors and art museums around the world are holding, unwittingly perhaps, many famous art objects stolen from French Jews, from other collectors and from European museums. They include the master works of Da Vinci, Veronese, Rembrandt, Delacroix, David, Picasso, Degas, Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Gauguin, Duchamp, Chagall, Matisse, Braque, Leger, Ensor, Klee, Rodin, Pissarro, and many others.

Over a period of four years, Michelle Young (fluent in French, German and English) painstakingly, and with the assistance of her husband, read every letter, list, and document written and saved by Rose Valland, who safe-guarded all her records meticulously in her apartment.  

Rose was unpaid for years at Jeu de Palme because of the misogynist and petty hostility of Henri Verne who oversaw the national museums in France and the Ecole du Louvre. For Rose, she continued to do her work because for her, preserving the world’s great art was a labor of love.

Rose lived with her life-partner, Joyce Heer, in Paris’ Latin Quarter. Joyce was a “half-German British citizen employed by the US embassy…who lived in a world of constant uncertainty because the British, even before the war began, were treated like the enemy, even by non-Germans.”

Joyce was imprisoned for about six months and suffered hunger and humiliation before being released. The two women “lived in perpetual terror that they might be overheard speaking English or spied on.” Undeterred, Rose understood that her role was to chronicle what was happening to the fine art the Nazis stole for shipment by train and truck to Germany.

Paul Rosenberg (1881-1959), one of the most wealthy prewar Paris Jewish gallery owners, collectors and agents for modern masters including Pablo Picasso and Henri Matisse, escaped Paris with his entire family to New York City before the Nazis conquered Paris. Only his son Alexandre (1921-1987) refused to go to America and instead fought in the French Resistance under the leadership of the exiled General Charles de Gaulle (1890-1970). Michelle Young tells the Rosenberg family story fully in this book. The Nazis stole virtually everything the Rosenbergs owned except what they had sent abroad or hid in the French country-side before the war began.

One might think, while reading this well-documented biography, that the theft of such massive amounts of art is secondary to the murder of six million Jews and the havoc and brutality the Nazis wreaked upon Europe, and they would be right. The point of the book, nevertheless, is to highlight the heroism of Rose Valland who risked her life daily to save French high culture. That is a story worth telling that Michelle Young told so very well.

Young wrote eloquently of the essence of art itself and the Nazi destruction of master works they called “degenerate art”:

“Each painting held thousands of years of collective evolution in the art of representation, to humanize, …thousands of years of contemplation on how the real three-dimensional world and the complexity of human nature could be embodied on a two-dimensional canvas. Art is transcendent–a visual medium that stirs emotion and helps people understand their place in a world that can never be fully comprehended. Even the earliest men and women made rudimentary art within the environment around them. This wanton destruction in the Nazi rooms in the Louvre served to erase a form of expression through which humans differentiated themselves from animals. And yet, here were men of a supposedly superior race acting in the most inhuman, destructive way.”

Young wrote about Rose’s deepest intention:

“It would have been painful for Rose to see her museum used as a laundering facility [Rose called the Jeu de Paume a “confiscation factory”] for stolen art by deceitful men with dubious intentions. Her job, her life calling, was about celebrating the beauty in art and presenting it to the public, but now she was witnessing the wholesale theft of the world’s finest creations.” [Rose’s hope was that the Allies] “would one day prevail and her intelligence could be used. With her inside glimpse into Nazi operations, she could see how, as she later stated, ‘the persecution against the Jews was coupled with the looting of their property.’”

Michelle Young tells the stories of other French heroes during war as well, specifically Jacque Jaujard (1895-1967), Valland’s ally, who sought to stand in the way whenever possible of the Nazi plunder of Europe’s art treasures as the director of the Louvre Museum. Jaujard also had deep concern for his Jewish workers in the museum. Presciently, Jaujard evacuated major works starting in 1938 when many in France thought the war was about to start. Villard quoted Jaujard: “I would like my Jewish colleagues to leave first.” Young wrote: “…knowing what fate might befall them in the hands of the Germans. There was no detail that Jaujard would overlook.”

As they did everywhere, the Nazis created euphemisms to describe the worst of their crimes (e.g. “The Final Solution” for the Shoah – “transfer” and “safeguarding” for the plunder of Europe’s art). Rose described the Nazi thievery as a “camouflage of intentions.” The Nazis, under the mastermind of Alfred Rosenberg (1893-1946), a Baltic German Nazi theorist and ideologue who was tried and convicted at the Nuremberg Trials and executed for his war crimes in 1946, was the one who classified many artworks as “degenerate art,” that is, art that did not fit with the racial-creed of the Aryan vision of culture.

Rose was stoic throughout the war and “did not allow herself the luxury of crying or feeling sorry for herself.” Rather, she developed her spy craft, “discreetly eyeing the shipping labels to decipher their destinations…surveilling Nazi staffers, even discovering their home addresses down to the floors and apartments they lived in.”

Young concludes the book by describing the allied invasion of France on the Normandy beaches on D-Day (June 6, 1944), and the eventual re-taking of Paris by the allied powers and the French Resistance, as well as some of the violent retribution by Parisians upon French collaborators with the Nazis. She also describes Rose’s eight-year-long effort to retrieve what she estimated to be 100,000 works of art that had been looted from France alone, and return it, to the best of her ability, to their rightful owners based upon her detailed journals and record-keeping.

Rose died in Paris in 1980 in obscurity at the age of eighty-one, three years after her life-partner Joyce Heer died. They are buried together in a cemetery in Rose’s hometown, Saint-Etienne-de-Saint-Geoirs, France.

Michelle Young’s thorough historical and biographical treatment of this heroine of the French Resistance fills a gaping hole in our knowledge of one of the greatest crimes in history and one of the most courageous women of the Nazi era. I recommend this book highly. It ought to be part of every library covering the history of art, WWII and the Holocaust.

Letters from long ago

13 Thursday Mar 2025

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My High School Graduation Photo – Fall, 1967

My brother saved 250 letters I wrote to him between 1966 and 1974, and he called me recently after finding them tucked away somewhere in his house and offered them to me. I thought about it but asked, “Why would I want them?” He answered, “John, you really ought to read them as they show a clear through-line between who you were then and who you are now.”

Persuaded, I said “Ok.”

Amongst those letters were also a few I wrote to my parents when they traveled to New York City on a vacation in April, 1957. I was 7 years old.

I read them all in date order over a period of a few days (some were quite long) and was stunned not only by how much I had forgotten about what I did way back then, about the people I knew, the way I thought as a teen and young adult in my relationships with friends, family, American and world events, about my identity as a Jew and Zionist coming of age in the 1960s and later studying in Jerusalem before, during and after the 1973 Yom Kippur War. Taken all together, those letters form a diary of my teen-age and young adult years.

The art of writing in diaries and letter writing, sadly, is long gone. In my teen-age years, the only ways to communicate with others were in telephone calls, but they had to be truncated because of the high cost of long-distance, and in long-form letters – postage was 5 cents. In those years only the legacy media (radio news, network television, and print media) was available. There was no modern technology as we know it today that young people take for granted in connecting in a flash around the world. Consequently, there’s a huge difference in how we older and younger generations think based on our different life-experiences and how we are used to communicating.

On a recent flight home from Washington, D.C. to Los Angeles, I sat near an older woman in her early 80s who said after we landed and taxied to the terminal, as everyone opened their IPhones and began checking email and text messages: “Those gadgets are awful, the worst thing that ever happened. I don’t have one and never will. Don’t you agree?”

“Actually,” I said, “there’s a lot of good, but also a fair share of bad that accompanies these remarkable devices.”

She drilled down. “I don’t understand them. I hate them!”

I didn’t feel like getting into a long conversation with her as her mind was obviously made up, but I thought to myself: ‘Technology passes by so many people quickly leaving them behind and bewildered in a culture dominated by the internet and high-speed communications technology. Those who readily and easily embrace the new technologies are part of an ever-evolving culture that influences how they think, emote, react, and interact with each other across great distances. Whereas change in society in all its components was far less rapid when I was young, now what was current even a month ago could be today already passé.’

Yes – the new technologies have brought us much closer to one another, but they’ve also driven us further apart making us less trusting, more suspicious, and quicker to react without thinking about the consequences of what we say and do. So many millions of people seem to be online everywhere-all-at-once-and-all-the-time watching, waiting, writing, and responding. The down side is that there’s such a strong tendency for us to hit send once we record our thoughts but before we filter what we’ve written.  

Over the past 20 to 30 years, with the massive advances in communications technology and the publication of a huge number of memoirs and self-health books, the lines have become blurred between what we once kept private and what we now share publicly. As I wrote my recent Memoir (link below), I had to consider whether to write about those stories that I thought might be far too private and personal to reveal in print, even though they were important seminal events in my life. I knew they could inspire greater interest and help sell books. But, as a public figure, I didn’t really want to tell everything that ever happened to me, however salacious and self-revealing they were. Though my memoir is deeply personal, I chose only to reveal that which I believed had universal takeaways, and I kept my most private thoughts and experiences to myself.

In reading those 250 letters from long ago, I was reminded of the many friends I once cherished, of my failures and successes, disappointments and challenges growing into adulthood, and of the influence my many teachers, rabbis, mentors, family, and friends had upon me during those years.

Those many missives, veritable documentary evidence of my young life, show how I became who I am. They tell of the origins of the choices I made in my life and the ideas, values and causes I championed then and still champion, as well as the decision that I took to become a rabbi. The seeds of everything I would become in my later years were already there planted within me. I’ve grown and developed since then, of course, but I haven’t changed all that much from who I was as a teen and young adult.

I’m grateful to my brother Michael for saving that treasure trove of letters, rediscovering them recently, and giving them to me thus enabling me to take a journey back into the past so many years ago.

Postscript – Last year I published a memoir that picked up where these 250 letters left off – “From the West to the East – A Memoir of a Liberal American Rabbi” – If you have not already acquired a copy, you can do so directly from my publisher – https://westofwestcenter.com/product/from-the-west-to-the-east/  or on Amazon.

The solemn whisper of the god of all arts

24 Friday Jan 2025

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Introductory note: I wrote this blog in the amidst of my joy following the return to their families of the first three Israeli hostages and my hopes that more will be released this weekend, and amidst my trepidation that #47 is back in the White House:

A long-time friend and colleague asked me last week: “John – did you ever think you’d become a writer when you retired?” The answer was no. I had actually little clarity about what I was going to do five plus years ago, but I trusted myself enough that I’d figure it out in time. Though I always wrote as a part of my congregational rabbinate (e.g. sermons, divrei Torah, poetry, blogs, reports, etc.), I never considered myself a mamash (Heb. “a real”) writer because good writing is an art and I’d done nothing in my life to enhance my writing skills to that high level. I didn’t take creative writing classes in high school or at the university, nor had I ever been mentored by a writer, or even read literature critically until relatively recently. My goal in reading was to gain knowledge and wisdom from great thinkers (e.g. historians, philosophers, theologians, political figures, and social scientists) in order to become a competent teacher and leader.

I’ve read a few books and essays over the years about writing (e.g. Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird and Stephen King’s On Writing), become more keenly attuned to what good writing looks and sounds like in film, television, fiction, and non-fiction works, and considered what a wide variety of writers have characterized as essential virtues they understand to be part of their writing process, how they discipline themselves to write daily, and what are common frustrations and goals.

I recall as an undergraduate studying art history and reading an interview with Picasso as an old man. The interviewer pointed to a work Picasso drew that included a few flowing lines evoking a feminine figure and asked the master: “How long did it take you to create that drawing.” Picasso paused and said: “A lifetime!”

I understood even then as a 20-year old student what he meant, and I yearned and hoped that one day I might develop the consummate skill, expertise, understanding, and wisdom to produce something unique, creative and meaningful, recognizing of course that a Picasso is a once-in-a-generation-artist and I am definitely not that.   

Writing well for me always has been difficult. I knew that my congregation expected me to say something important whenever I spoke (especially on the High Holidays), and so I painstakingly edited myself, over and over again, feeling at times tortured by the process. I felt a persistent fear that what I wrote and delivered wasn’t nearly good enough for the very smart, educated, experienced, and wise communities I served in Hollywood, Washington DC, and San Francisco. I understood that my congregations were populated with experts in their fields whose IQ points were far superior to my own. I so often threw to the garbage what took hours and days of research, thinking and writing to produce because what I eventually wrote wasn’t worthy of my community.

Two virtues I do possess are that I’m persistent and that I learn from my missteps and failures. I learned from a very young age that no one was going to hand me anything, that I had to work hard to succeed at whatever I did, and so to write well and say something meaningful became important once I became the rabbi of my community.

I write most mornings now, usually before dawn when it’s quiet and dark and I can think clearly with focus and intention. I consider what I’m reading, what I did, learned and failed at yesterday, and how today I can improve myself.

An actor and director friend used to quote to me what the 19th century American stage actor Edwin Booth once called the “solemn whisper of the god of all arts.” Quoting such a god, Booth said: “I shall give you hunger and pain and sleepless nights, also beauty and satisfaction known to few, and glimpses of the heavenly life. None of these shall you have continually, and of their coming and going you shall not be foretold.”

Booth was right. Tapping into the so-called “heavenly life” comes rarely, but is enough to keep one writing and working the words and ideas, and hoping that as a writer one might experience that which great actors, orators, artists, athletes, writers, poets, dancers, and musicians experience from time to time, or what the Hungarian-American psychologist Mihaly Robert Csikszentmihalyi named the psychological concept of “flow,” a highly focused mental state in which everything a person is and knows becomes integrated effortlessly in a moment.

Think, for example of the finely and exquisitely toned nearly perfect Olympic athletes scoring nothing but 10s, a Kobe Bryant scoring 81 points in a single game when he could not miss a shot from anywhere on the court, a Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel writing his greatest works, and of so many composers, dancers, musicians, and writers who once they perfected their craft they transcended themselves in their art. Think also of great scholars in medicine, the law, education, and business who know their subject so well, their skills are so finely tuned and whose long years of experience, of failure and triumph, enables them intuitively to see clearly, as if from ten thousand feet, the totality of the matter at hand and understand what is true and false and what is the wisest course of action.

To be an effective writer, one has to know first and foremost what one thinks, and then with clarity and passion, nuance and balance, focus and intention, and with a vibrant and visionary imagination put words to the page truthfully without extraneous fluff. Great writers dig deeply into their ideas, throw their fears of self-revelation aside, and with simplicity take everything they know and feel into account. When all that’s done, with honesty finally they put their writing onto a page.

For me, I’ve chosen to write because I need to do so, not only to quell my often restless heart and soul, but to clarify for myself, at the very least, what I think, feel and know. In retirement, I gratefully have the time to do this. My reward is the product, and if what I’ve written is good enough, I offer it even if it doesn’t quite reveal the “solemn whisper of the god of all arts.”

Jennifer Rubin Quits the Washington Post and Starts New Media Outlet

16 Thursday Jan 2025

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Jen is a long-time friend. Once a member of my congregation in Los Angeles, I happily officiated at her marriage and had hopes that she would eventually rise to become the President of my synagogue’s Board of Trustees. But, she left LA for the Washington, D.C. area 20 plus years ago for a position at a law firm in Virginia and eventually became a prolific blogger at The Washington Post. She is a brilliant thinker and writer, and the list of writers (below) to her new Media Outlet called “The Contrarian” is exceptional.

I hope you will subscribe. I did so immediately upon receiving her email. Since then, Jen’s and Norm Eisen’s new media platform and outlet have been covered widely in the media. Details and links to subscribe are below in Jen’s initial email:

“Friends, relations:

Please excuse the group email. After 14 years at The Washington Post I quit today. Bezos’s decision to sacrifice journalism at the altar of self-interest (how many billions are enough??) meant I could no longer stay at The Post. I have felt muzzled for some time, and recent events pushed me over the edge.

That’s why I couldn’t be more excited to announce the launch of a new independent media outlet: The Contrarian. With a large group of friends and colleagues we have started a platform that will be unabashed, unvarnished and irreverent. It will have political opinion, commentary, interviews but much more – cooking, film, books, and even dogs!

You can find the first edition of The Contrarian here, alongside our launch video here. For those on social media please follow on Bluesky (account below).

Every weekday, you will receive at least two pieces of content: a daily morning column written by me [Jen Rubin], followed by a piece by Norm Eisen or one of our brilliant contributing Contrarians. Those voices include Allegra Lawrence-Hardy, Andrew Weissmann, Andy Borowitz, Asha Rangappa, Barbara McQuade, Bob Kagan, David Litt, Esosa Osa, George Conway, Harry Litman, Ilan Goldenberg, John Dean, Jonathan Alter, Joyce Vance, Katie Phang, Karen Agnifilo, Kim Lane Scheppele, Professor Laurence Tribe, Lavora Barnes, Michael Podhorzer, Nancy Gertner, Olivia Julianna, Renato Mariotti, Ruth Ben-Ghiat, Stephen Richer, Tom Joscelyn, and many more to come.

Please check it out, subscribe and take a few minutes to send to friends and family. I really need your help. This is a labor of love (and a little scary). Thanks in advance.

With love and appreciation,

Jen – http://contrarian.substack.com/  

BlueSky: – @contrariannews.bsky.social – @jenrubin.bsky.social

Jennifer Rubin, Editor-in-Chief – The Contrarian”

When My Father Died

20 Sunday Oct 2024

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When my father died at the age of 53 from a heart attack in 1959, the last image I had of him was him saying good night to my brother and me as he stood in the doorway between our darkened bedroom and his backlit bathroom in naked silhouette. Early the next morning, long before my brother and I awakened, he was taken by ambulance to the hospital, and 24 hours later my mother informed me of his death using these words: “Daddy is no more!” I cried as I’d never cried before and rarely since. I’ll never forget that moment.

Since his passing, I’ve lived a long life of study, reflection, spirituality, Jewish learning, liberal Zionist and human rights activism. My Dad’s lasting image in that doorway will never go away, and through my memoir “From the West to the East – A Memoir of a Liberal American Rabbi” I sought to crystallize images of my life for my sons and grandchildren as I discussed many issues of concern in my own life and in the life of the communities I served as a rabbi in San Francisco, Washington, D.C., and Hollywood.

I’ll be traveling on a book tour this fall and winter, and if I am in your city, I would love to meet you at one of the following:

-Friday Evening Shabbat, November 15, 6 PM – Temple De Hirsch Sinai, Seattle, WA

-Tuesday Evening, November 19, 6 PM – Stephen S. Wise Free Synagogue, Manhattan, NY

-Friday Evening Shabbat, December 6, 6 PM – Congregation Sherith Israel, San Francisco

-Friday Evening Shabbat, January 3, 6:15 PM – Leo Baeck Temple, Los Angeles

-Sunday, February 23, 10:15 AM – Washington Hebrew Congregation, Washington, DC

As we approach election day and whatever happens following November 5, your reading my Memoir may offer an opportunity to reflect on the essential values and experiences that have enabled me to cope with and address the greatest challenges facing Americans, Israelis, the Jewish people, and the world over the past 7 decades.

Thank you if you acquired already a copy of my Memoir. If not, I invite you to do so on Amazon or on the publisher’s link below (I will have books available at each of my book-talks above). Please leave a review of the book on Amazon, if you find it meaningful. If you’d like to reach out, I’d love the chance to speak in person or virtually with your community about my Memoir.

Publisher – https://westofwestcenter.com/product/from-the-west-to-the-east/

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