Nightmare on Eldridge Street

 My sister was murdered and thrown in a filthy abandoned synagogue cellar. Caring about this, people say, is pathological. I disagree. NOT caring is pathological. Don't ever listen to the world. Only to God's voice in your heart. Crazy? As long as its merely the world's diagnosis...it's never been God's.

 When I reported Barbara's skeleton in the shul to Rabbi Shurin, he urged me several times to consult the police if there has been a crime. After all, he's a Rabbi--not a policeman.

"A man can't be too careful in the choice of enemies." --Oscar Wilde On the road to revealing the truth of your murder, I have accumulated many enemies. Two funny ones are Michael Fried, our good-looking first cousin, and Chavie Fried, his wife, of Englewood, N.J. When I asked for a picture of you from his father's wedding album, both chose to ignore me. They have me blocked from calling them on Facebook and refused to answer me on Messenger. I can see how they'd be furious at me because our closest relatives allegedly murdered my sister and dumped her like a piece of trash in The Eldridge Street Synagogue cellar. That of course, was sarcastic. The real reason, is that they hate the truth. The truth is that his parents said not one word to the police when a young woman, the niece they watched grow up, disappeared into the ether one day, never to be seen again. No one in the family went to the police. All were silent. These two haters of truth inherited the cowardi...

 "Zachor." "Thou shalt remember." This blog is about the sister I was never privileged to meet, Barbara Brinah Doe, and whom my family and the Jewish community have chosen to wipe out of memory, annihilate her completely from the world. I allege she was murdered by extremely close relatives and thrown like a Holocaust victim in the cellar of the Eldridge Street Synagogue and burned, just as the Nazis would have done to her. But with their victims, we say Zachor, Remember. With Barbara, I'm told, Forget. Ignore. Delete. Well, sorry; no can do. See below to read about my sister's fighting, even after death, to get justice. And read how badly Judge Bookson wants that skeleton back...how does he know the skeleton did not have family who want to bury her? Very suspicious. "Not an inkling?" Methinks he dost protest too much. "Unsavory story.'' How does a random Betty Sandler know details of a veritable mini-series, while the police apparentl...