Why I Won't Be Watching 'Fauda'
Growing up, I loved watching Hogan’s Heroes on TV. There was something very comforting to me, an Orthodox Jewish child coming of age in the dark shadow of the Holocaust, to see those bumbling Nazis stumble about. But my mother, a survivor of Hitler’s blitz in London, would have none of it.
“The Nazis were not stupid fools,” she said once, standing in front of our now-darkened TV. “This is trash.” I protested. “But it’s just a TV show,” I said, “and, besides, Klink and Schultz and Lebeau were all Jews. They are making fun of the Nazis.” My mother wasn’t moved. War, she told me sternly, was no joke. It wasn’t something with which to makh freylach, to have fun.