Lorna Tychostup

I haven't finished the series and have one more episode to go. I don't want to watch it because of a certain level of fear as to what might happen next,a nd also because I don't want it to end. Admittedly, I thought the first episode weak but good enough to keep me watching the rest. The way this story is portrayed is gripping while at the same time humorous and engaging. The subject matter... the beginning of a Nazi-driven human death train and hatred of the "other", whether racial or jew or whoever stood in the way of the Nazis and their sick supporters... requires some levity and the writers/producers did a great job. As for those idiots who proclaim the series is "woke" (sorry they are so asleep) and take issue with the gay relationship depicted involving Varian Fry , please stand down. if you are searching Wikipedia or other google-accessed info to support your stunted sensibilities , look no further than what Varian Fry's son wrote in a May 17, 2019 letter to the editors of the New York Times regarding the question: Was Varian Fry Gay — and Should It Matter? Readers Respond. Please read and then sit down and shut up. To the Editor: I am the son of Varian Fry, about whom Cynthia Ozick writes: “For the historical Fry, beyond hunches and hints, there is no evidence of homosexuality.” She goes on to suggest that the subplot of Julie Orringer’s novel involving homoerotic love will somehow aid the cause of Holocaust denialists. Regarding the first point: My father was indeed a closeted homosexual. I figured this out as a young man, after my father had died, from many clues, most of which have never been available to researchers. Regarding the second point: I fail to see how my father’s homosexuality could muddy the moral clarity of his cause or besmirch his reputation. Haven’t we got past the point of considering homosexuality shameful? And we should not forget that homosexuals were also victims of the Holocaust and continue to be targets of persecution. For me, the main significance of the realization that my father had led a double life was in helping me reconcile the wreck of the man I saw (he died when I was 9) with the hero who had helped save lives. My father exhibited well-documented signs of bipolar disorder; add to that the psychological toll of being a closeted homosexual in mid-20th-century America and you have a recipe for his mental breakdown. JAMES D. FRY ROCHESTER, N.Y.