"We'll do it because it's a mitzvah, that's why!"
Tamerlan Tsarnaev has finally been entombed, and that's a good thing. "A GOOD thing?", I can already hear some of you saying, outraged or nearly so. Yes, I said it's a good thing!
The maternal side of my family is the usual 'dogs' breakfast' mixture of Eastern European immigrants, but for my purposes here I'll concentrate on my Mom's paternal grandparents, a Polish Catholic plumber and a Polish Jewish seamstress. For two such people to fall in love in turn-of-the-20th Century Poland was possible, but to marry was unthinkable. Therefore, my great-grandfather saved enough money for them both to emigrate to America, and they left in the middle of the night, never to return to Poland. They came through Ellis Island, married in New York City and eventually wound up in the coal country of southern Illinois, where my great-grandfather had a cousin who helped him get a job as plumber in the mines. Great-grandmother, an excellent seamstress, also found work sewing 'fancy dresses' for ladies and also doing alterations for a local haberdasher. Being thrifty folk, they saved their money and eventually were able to buy a hardware and undertaking establishment, a not unusual combination at that time.
Great-grandfather was taught how to embalm by a salesman for an embalming-supply company and passed the state licensing exam. Intelligent and ambitious, in 1910 he 'split off' the undertaking business from the hardware store, purchasing a Victorian house on one of the town's main streets for exclusive use a a 'funeral parlor'. A booming immigrant population was drawn to the area due to coal mining, and his undertaking establishment began to flourish, because he and great-grandmother were also 'hunkies' (a derogatory term applied by the native population to all new immigrants from Eastern and Southern Europe). Fast forward a decade, to the late 1920's...
Southern Illinois was a turbulent, violent place at that time: Prohibition was in effect, and two gangs literally went to war over control of illegal booze, gambling, 'ladies of the evening' and roadhouses. The KKK was also at its zenith, targeting 'wets', immigrants and Catholics. Murder, mayhem and political corruption were rampant-- everyday occurrences. One of the gangs was led by a particularly brutal man, Charlie Birger, himself a Russian Jew whose parents came to America when he was a child. Birger, undoubtedly a psychopath, eventually made a fatal mistake-- he ordered the murder of a local politician-- and was arrested, brought to trial, convicted and sentenced to hang, the last man to ever be hanged in Illinois.
Among the preparations for Birger's execution was the very practical question of what was to be done with his body after he was hanged. His sister, who lived in St. Louis, indicated that she wished to claim it. The coroner contacted undertaker after undertaker after undertaker, all of whom flatly turned him down, always citing as their reason that "it would be bad for business" were they to do so. In desperation, he finally reached out to 'the hunkie undertaker', my great-grandfather. After a bit of beating around the bush, he put the question to him. On the verge of turning the coroner down, like all the others, my great-grandmother spoke up and said, "Of course we will help Mrs. Schansky". My great-grandfather didn't speak, but nodded reluctantly in agreement. Relieved, the coroner left.
As soon as the coroner left, great-grandfather turned to great-grandmother and asked, "Why, Ruth? Why?". My great-grandmother looked at him levelly and replied, "We'll do it because it's a mitzvah, that's why!'. For those of you unfamiliar with the word, a 'mitzvah' is an moral deed performed as either religious duty or as a moral act of human kindness. Before sundown on the day Mr. Birger met his well-deserved fate, my great-grandparents helped his sister and his children bury his body in a Jewish cemetery in St. Louis, according to Jewish custom.
We are liberals and progressives here. In spite of the horrendous acts Tamerlan Tsarnaev committed, his FAMILY did not commit those acts; they too were victims of his crimes, and no less worthy of a measure of our compassion and understanding. I've read comments here on the subject of what should have been done with Tamerlan Tsarnaev's body that made me double-check whether I was at DU or that other site that can never be mentioned. Isn't it our belief in 'mitzvahs' what make us different from them? I thought it was, and I still think so.
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She lived to the age of 102, and I had the pleasure of her presence into my own young adulthood. Most of her family who remained in Poland died at the hands of the Nazis, yet she did not hate them. I once asked her how she could NOT hate the Nazis and the German people, and I will never forget her reply: "You can hold people accountable for their sins without hatred. In fact, it is essential for your own soul that you forgive them, because hating them corrupts your soul, as well as theirs".
My grandfather and his siblings often used the term "like a well-matched team (of horses)" to describe their parents. They were like-minded, and where one had a weakness, the other had a strength. The funeral business they started is now in it's 5th generation of family ownership, and still adheres to certain traditions they started: 1.) Never charge a family for burying a child, because their grief is burden enough; 2.) Allow no one to lie in an unmarked grave, even if you must buy the marker yourself; 3.) Do nothing publicly or privately that will bring reproach upon your or your family, because those we serve entrust us with with a precious gift, the utterly defenseless remains of someone they love, and we must be worthy of that trust".
Such elevated spirits, such inspiration. Levels of Heaven above most of what we see today.
Thank you for sharing.
They are no better than the RW thugs, and perhaps worse, because they PRETEND to be liberal, which presumably allows for death being the end of any evil a person can actively do.
Reminds me of the nutjobs back in the Middle Ages who used to try, convict, and execute livestock for supposed "crimes".
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Thanks for sharing, that was an enjoyable read. 
But thank you for the compliment.
Tikkun olam (Hebrew: תיקון עולם or תקון עולם
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And it is a kindness.
Be kind. Everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Plato
A phrase I heard Bobe say countless times.
I was unclear in my OP, and for that I apologize.
I've read some "he wasn't buried HERE" denials, however. Mr. Keane was very brave and generous to have made the offer, whether it was accepted or not.
for you and you have a heart. May the great spirit continue to bless you with a conscience.
For sharing that. Food for thought. . . 
...well, okay, maybe a little.
But a body to many of us is just a chunk of flesh no more worthy of 'respect' or 'morality' than a chunk of granite.
I don't know how many billions of people we have put into the ground in our history but some communities are running out of room and, quite frankly, there are better uses for land.
Just my 2 cents worth.
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