After feeling a little vulnerable, I took to Facebook Live to express my anxieties. I’m not much of a Twitterer so I plied my steel nib and some India ink instead.
In case you had something better to do at the time, here’s a record of the event.
After feeling a little vulnerable, I took to Facebook Live to express my anxieties. I’m not much of a Twitterer so I plied my steel nib and some India ink instead.
In case you had something better to do at the time, here’s a record of the event.
Danny Gregory 
Thankyou Danny. You are an arrow of truth shot with love into our hearts.
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I’m in Canada, witnessing from what feels like an uncomfortably close distance to America’s strange days. This week we watched RCMP officers help refugees climb over a snowbank into Quebec, running from US border patrol. After not really trying to catch the fugitives., the american officer carried the bags dropped by the fugitives over to the border, so that the canadians could reach them. Keep on keeping on my friend.
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With coffee in hand I sat down to turn on the morning news and could’t do it. Couldn’t bear the thought. So I pulled up my email and saw your blog. Joy. Relief. This I can do at 7 am. As always thoughtful, compassionate, wise, truthful, vulnerable. Just what we need. Danny please know how appreciated your efforts are.
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My grandparents were Lithuanian Jews who landed up in South Africa for the same reason with similar circumstances. This is one of the most powerful posts I have even seen, not only because it strikes so close to home but the combination of the music, the truth and the rawness of your pen staining the paper touched my heart. I felt this post instead of just reading it. Thanks for having the courage to share it. Especially today.
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Most expressive writing I’ve ever seen. Riveting. And I’m with you 100 percent on this. Thank you.
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Like another of the commenters here, I live in Canada. We aren’t perfect either up here, having our own history of refusing admission to Jewish refugees during WW2. Hopefully we have learned a few things since then. But the moral of that story is there will always be haters and we have to continue fighting against them and trying to be the best humans we can be. Thank you for doing your part, Danny by sharing your family’s story.
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This is incredably powerful Danny. Your emotions pour out in a torrent through your line work as well as your words. Today as yesterday. Rage against the machine indeed!
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Thank you Danny. Once again you speak the truth and give us all courage to speak our truth. It has always been easier for humans to trample on the already down-troddened than to directly deal with the source! It is a time for truth telling, for speaking up and speaking out! Thank you, Elsie Hickey-Wilson
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Thanks for the great video Danny! These type of events are still within living memory but we’re still seeing the same kind of horrific dehumanisation of refugees happening today. It’s important to keep the memories of our parents and grandparents alive or else we won’t have any hope against a repeat of those crimes.
On a more trivial note, just wondering, are you a Rage fan and was that a Sepultura reference in the email? 😊
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Thank you Danny , for the chance to read this.
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Thank you for a very meaningful post. I could feel your pain and anguish in each stroke of the pen. Such things should never happen again.
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So touching and relevant to today. Many Americans don’t know their roots and cannot relate to the plight of the refugees. My grandparents came over from Italy and were lucky enough not to be interned although at age 16 my grandmother was rejected by the US because she was handicapped (walked with a limp). She had to stay in Italy while the rest of her family came to the US. A year or so later she was allowed in and travelled in steerage class alone on the ship across the vast ocean.
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My family were forced refugees, treated like cattle, not only in US but throughout parts of the world because of our skin color. Even after slavery ended, we were still mistreated and killed without punishment, segregated, paid pennies, barred from institutions. Even after the Civil Rights Movement, we have since and continued to deal with discrimination and prejudice, not just in America but throughout the world. When we try to bring up the issues, we are sometimes treated as though it’s trivial or some people get on the defence/uncomfortable or speechless.
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THANK YOU for sharing. The pen really is mightier than the sword- and louder, too! Love your posts.
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Oh Danny, I can feel your anger from here in the U.K. – such a destructive emotion – but please remember that not everyone is intolerant and ignorant. None of us over here really know where we originated from but at the end of the day it doesn’t really matter – what matters is that we are kind (from the route ‘kindred’) and treat each other with respect as individuals.
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Danny – this is powerful. It was painful to watch you scribe “Nazi”. I can only imagine how it felt for you. Thank you for this.
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Most of my family lost their lives in the camps during WW2. My mother’s parents, and a boy, my mother’s cousin, survived. It is so close to us, yet millions of Americans seem to have forgotten the dangers of hate.
Thanks for the post.
Jess
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