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April 18th, 2016 
Awake Goy It is wonderful to be a six-year old. When you’re at such an age of innocence you often lose yourself in fairy tales. It’s good to get away from reality, school and parents. Reality for children is suspended when they read about Santa Claus, Alice in Wonderland and Little Red Riding Hood.
Mothers and fathers are condescending; smugly they smile at each other as they turn on the television. They too need their make-believe fantasies. Whilst I read about Hansel and Gretel’s encounter with the ugly old woman in the forest, mom and papa are lost in fantasia about a wicked ogre who once stalked Germany.
I giggle to myself as I read about the silly townsfolk who, looking at the naked Emperor, applaud his non-existent clothes. As I do so mom and papa gaze in awe at a death camp chimney set far away from a heating source.
Sarah smiles as she recalls Eli Wiesel, the Jewish author saying, “Things are not that simple, Papa. Some events do take place but are not true; others are, although they never occurred.
Papa turns the volume up; the newscaster tells him that “the neo-Nazis will huff and they will puff until they blow our house down.” Instinctively, mom and papa cuddle closer and reassure each other.
Later, they will lose themselves in the grown-up own version of Little Red Riding Hood. Her name is Anne. She is truly magical for this 13-year old child is able to write a novel-sized book. It gets better; she writes it with a ballpoint pen that has yet to be mass produced. Bless them; mom and dad think it is reality.
How amusing it is for me to read about Pinocchio whose nose grows each time he tells a lie. This reminds me, when at school mom and papa will vote in the elections.
Reading my book I shiver with excitement as Alice goes through the magic door; at the same time my parents tremble as they listen to stories about gas chambers still waiting to be discovered. They look so sweet, my parents, don’t they.
“Mom, papa, why is the genie in Aladdin’s lamp black?”
“Sarah, you do not use that nasty term, black.”
“But he is, mama?”
“Yes, maybe so but you must describe him as a person and not by his appearance.”
“Aladdin’s eyes are green.”
“Yes, they’re rather lovely aren’t they?”
Sarah chuckles to herself, “I adore Bambi, mom and papa love their make believe too, and watch it every night on television.”
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all,” asks President Roosevelt.
‘It is Adolf Hitler’, says the disembodied voice of the folk.
This answer causes the Jews to shriek. Rubbing their hands together in extremes of agitation they screech, “what can be done, kill them, kill them; make the Shabez Goy kill them.”
Bored with television fantasies Sarah’s mom picks up her favourite periodical. “Oh, look, opinion polls,” she breathes excitedly. “They want us to tell them who was the greatest ever Englishman.”
“Tick Winston Churchill,” murmurs papa.
Sarah turns the pages Hans Christian Andersen’s Ugly Duckling. As she does so, the six-year old thinks, at least mine is a true story.
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