Here’s James Winneker von Brunn’s essays on the shaping of his own character:

When I returned after the war, New York had become the largest Jew city in the World. EVERYTHING had changed. The streets were unclean. Taxi drivers were officious. Cigar smoke dominated the fine restaurants, vulgar talk. Ugliness. Rudeness, push and shove, Prestigious chairmanships of the Metropolitan Opera, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Carnegie Hall, for example, were held by Jews. Almost all art galleries were Jew-owned. Newspapers, publishing, tin-pan alley … you know the story.

The Herald Tribune, an Aryan newspaper, was put out of business because JEWS wouldn’t advertise in it. The city was bursting with “gassed” JEWS . It took 3 weeks to find an apartment. One day I was walking across 57th ST. at Madison Avenue and the light changed to yellow as I was midway. A car jumped the light, shot up to me, slamming on his brakes. He yelled, Get the fuuuck outta my way, asshole. I dented his car hood with my fist. Motherfucker, he screamed, pointing to the far corner of the street — I’ll see you over there, there, there — he pointed to the far corner. He was a young JEW. He found a parking spot and I went over to him. OK, foul mouth said I — get out. He said fuck you, rolled up his window and took off.

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