The Hunt Continues

Letters published December 7, 2000

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Lying doesn't make you a Nazi: Your article ["The Hunt for Dailide," November 16] is one of the best that I have read on the operations of the Office of Special Investigations. I knew only one of the accused, and I am totally convinced that the OSI impoverished and hounded to death an innocent man.

There are some things that people should keep in mind. My father (deceased) was the chief justice of district court in the Vilnius area and was dismissed by the Russians. In fact, the entire court was dismissed and replaced by lower-class Jews. When the Germans occupied Lithuania, my father got his old job back. Very soon it became apparent that he would have to do things that were against his beliefs. He resigned from the court and went into private law practice. Not all people had the conviction or the intestinal fortitude or the "reasonable excuse" to do the same without offending the Germans and ending up in a concentration camp. Not all concentration camp inmates were Jews.

At the time of the screenings after the war, very few people were dumb enough to admit having run from the Russian allies to the German enemies or having had anything to do with the Germans. This was believed to be a sure ticket for repatriation to Lithuania and almost certain death. Once the fabrications were part of the record, there was no way out except to perpetuate them. The incorrect statements at the time of the screenings and on the immigration applications in no way are proof of hiding collaboration with the Nazis, but are merely "white lies" designed to prevent repatriation. Many people -- mostly Russians -- were repatriated, and those transport columns did not stop until they reached the Gulags.

Raymond Korzonas
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Another sports fan lost to Oberlin football: I am writing in response to the recent article "The Ream Team" [November 30]. I am a senior music education major here at Oberlin, and I thought that the article was brilliant. It was cleverly written, and all of us over here in the Conservatory got a big kick out of it. I haven't read such an accurate description of Oberlin in a long time. A four-year geek fantasy camp . . . that's just plain genius.

I personally was really into sports before I came to Oberlin. I didn't necessarily have time to play them, but I was an avid fan of football -- particularly college football. After being here for four years, I've found that my general enthusiasm for the sport has been squelched. When the team is so pathetic that the marching band (which is nothing to write home about, by the way) is the highlight of the game, you know something's wrong. Anyway, I really appreciated the article -- it was a bright spot in my day.

Kelly Larson

SouthPark dreams of a white Christmas: The November 30 Edge missed the mark on SouthPark Mall. SouthPark is a community mall -- and that community is Strongsville. Of course they make the people dependent on public transportation skip through traffic on Route 82, then hike up to the mall: It discourages "the unwanted element" that Strongsville so strongly dislikes. Once you do get into the mall, it's not like you can actually buy anything, because you have to trek it all the way back to the bus stop. It is not a consumer-friendly mall; it is an endurance test for the transportation-challenged. Attempt to find any diversity in that mall. Rather impossible. Practically all of them are white, upper-middle-class, well-heeled, and drive to pick up their own mail. If you yell "Brittany!" or "Morgan!", half the mall turns around. You aren't missing much by missing out on SouthPark, so simply go to another mall, where you don't have to worry about having a heart attack in the parking lot. Knowing SouthPark, they would just let you lie there anyway.

Randy Sindelar Corturillo

He doesn't call his customers assholes: As I like to consider myself an avid clubgoer who supports clubs such as Groovy, Wish, Spy, and Liquid, I would like to express my gratitude for offering us in Cleveland a wonderful, stylish, and ambient place to drink, dance with our friends, and continue our social lives. The situation between Anthony Della Vella (who likes to call his clients motherf***ers and a**h*les) and Terry (who treats his customers with utmost respect) should keep it on a strictly professional and business level. Terry has gone over and beyond to give this to us! I thank him for this! Maybe I won't have to go to New York or Chicago as much anymore.

Tessa Mayse

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