Volume 43- No. 30
By Frederick Gomez Ever hear the expression when something flagrantly false is uttered about a deceased person that says, “They must be rolling over in their grave”? Well, with that in mind, Albert Einstein – if he had a grave (which he does not) -- would certainly be spinning in it. Einstein was aware of his remarks being scrutinized and, often, misquoted by the world at large. Two years prior to his death he intimated his concerns to a dear friend. “In the past it never occurred to me that every casual remark of mine would be snatched up and recorded. Otherwise I would have crept further into my shell.” (Letter to Carl Seelig, October 25, 1953.) The Paper - 760.747.7119
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July 26, 2012
I first discovered Albert Einstein in library books at the tender age of nine. An Einstein buff at age nine made me, somewhat, a social pariah, that is, my contemporaries were busy playing computer games and thought of my readings as more than a bit strange. In short, I was not the most popular kid among my peers, but, my sense of humor eased any disassociation from friends, “I’m so popular that everybody hates me,” was a comical contradiction I used and which often evoked laughter from both adults as well as from my fairweather companions. But I was not about to jettison my intrigue with history’s greatest and most famous scientist. Due to my reading material, my vocabulary was a bit over-sized for a kid. Not
by design, but out of necessity I had to constantly look up words in the lexicon, er, sorry, I mean, the dictionary, in order to understand what the hell any Einstein biographer might be gibbering about. But I learned early on not to always correct my elders, in or out of the classroom, in regards to the German-born scientist. However, whenever I would hear a tidbit of information that was grossly inaccurate, I would try to rectify it with both aplomb and diplomacy. My playground consisted of Einstein archival material, courtesy of public libraries, and university scholars, whom I spoke with at great length, via our family telephone. Yes, I was a very strange, enchanted boy. Fast forward.
The other
week I was driving home when I heard one of the nation’s most popular politically-conservative radio show hosts begin to talk about Albert Einstein. This particular talk show personality would, occasionally, read out of the Christian Old Testament (also known as the Jewish Torah). Then, he would supply listeners with ample commentary regarding this country’s deterioration of family values, principles, mores, and so on. In his attempts to buttress his argument, on this particular day, he spoke of how even the great Albert Einstein believed in God. The God of the Old Testament. The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Normally, this particular individual is well-versed on his subject matter. And he
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