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     the commander: grrlpup:
antifainternational:

mousezilla:

rhube:

fahrlight:

westsemiteblues:

returnofthejudai:

robowolves:

bemusedlybespectacled:

gdfalksen:

Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

Why can’t we have a movie about him?

He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.
His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.
He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas against direct orders, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.
He was honoured as Righteous Among the Nations in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.
Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.
It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.

It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I would finance a movie about them.

He told an interviewer:
You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent. 
People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.
He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.

I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!

I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.

Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa. 
The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  
I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art. 

Chiune Sugihara.  Original antifa.

always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                 the commander: grrlpup:
antifainternational:

mousezilla:

rhube:

fahrlight:

westsemiteblues:

returnofthejudai:

robowolves:

bemusedlybespectacled:

gdfalksen:

Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

Why can’t we have a movie about him?

He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.
His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.
He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas against direct orders, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.
He was honoured as Righteous Among the Nations in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.
Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.
It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.

It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I would finance a movie about them.

He told an interviewer:
You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent. 
People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.
He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.

I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!

I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.

Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa. 
The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  
I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art. 

Chiune Sugihara.  Original antifa.

always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.

                
            

            
            
grrlpup:
antifainternational:

mousezilla:

rhube:

fahrlight:

westsemiteblues:

returnofthejudai:

robowolves:

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     the commander: apismel1fera:
grrlpup:

antifainternational:

mousezilla:

rhube:

fahrlight:

westsemiteblues:

returnofthejudai:

robowolves:

bemusedlybespectacled:

gdfalksen:

Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

Why can’t we have a movie about him?

He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.
His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.
He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas against direct orders, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.
He was honoured as Righteous Among the Nations in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.
Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.
It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.

It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I would finance a movie about them.

He told an interviewer:
You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent. 
People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.
He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.

I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!

I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.

Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa. 
The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  
I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art. 

Chiune Sugihara.  Original antifa.

always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.

heroic

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                 the commander: apismel1fera:
grrlpup:

antifainternational:

mousezilla:

rhube:

fahrlight:

westsemiteblues:

returnofthejudai:

robowolves:

bemusedlybespectacled:

gdfalksen:

Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

Why can’t we have a movie about him?

He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.
His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.
He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas against direct orders, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.
He was honoured as Righteous Among the Nations in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.
Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.
It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.

It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I would finance a movie about them.

He told an interviewer:
You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent. 
People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.
He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.

I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!

I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.

Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa. 
The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  
I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art. 

Chiune Sugihara.  Original antifa.

always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.

heroic

                
            

            
            
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grrlpup:

antifainternational:

mousezilla:

rhube:

fahrlight:

westsemiteblues:

returnofthejudai:

robowolves:

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     the commander: U.S. Drops "Mother of All
 Bombs" in Afghanistan
 @balleralert
U.S. Drops “Mother of All Bombs” in Afghanistan – blogged by @MsJennyb ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Around 7 p.m. local time, the United States military dropped a GBU-43-B Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb, otherwise known as MOAB “the mother of all bombs,” in Afghanistan. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The MOAB is the country’s largest and most powerful non-nuclear bomb, weighing in at 21,600 pounds with a radius blast of over 300 meters. The bomb was tested 14 years ago, however, it had never been used in combat before Thursday. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to CNN, the military’s intent was to target ISIS tunnel complex in the Achin district of the Nangarhar province. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “As [ISIS’] losses have mounted, they are using IEDs, bunkers and tunnels to thicken their defense,” the Commander of U.S. Forces in Afghanistan, John Nicholson, revealed in a statement. “This is the right munition to reduce these obstacles and maintain the momentum of our offensive against [ISIS].” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Nicholson signed off on the use of the bomb, which is said to be 20,000 pounds heavier than each Tomahawk cruise missile that was launched at Syria last week, reports state.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                 the commander: U.S. Drops "Mother of All
 Bombs" in Afghanistan
 @balleralert
U.S. Drops “Mother of All Bombs” in Afghanistan – blogged by @MsJennyb ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Around 7 p.m. local time, the United States military dropped a GBU-43-B Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb, otherwise known as MOAB “the mother of all bombs,” in Afghanistan. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The MOAB is the country’s largest and most powerful non-nuclear bomb, weighing in at 21,600 pounds with a radius blast of over 300 meters. The bomb was tested 14 years ago, however, it had never been used in combat before Thursday. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ According to CNN, the military’s intent was to target ISIS tunnel complex in the Achin district of the Nangarhar province. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “As [ISIS’] losses have mounted, they are using IEDs, bunkers and tunnels to thicken their defense,” the Commander of U.S. Forces in Afghanistan, John Nicholson, revealed in a statement. “This is the right munition to reduce these obstacles and maintain the momentum of our offensive against [ISIS].” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Nicholson signed off on the use of the bomb, which is said to be 20,000 pounds heavier than each Tomahawk cruise missile that was launched at Syria last week, reports state.
                
            

            
            
U.S. Drops “Mother of All Bombs” in Afghanistan – blogged by @MsJennyb ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Around 7 p.m. local time, the United States milita...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







     the commander: awkward.
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 imagine if you called the wrong number and
 "mom?"
 "no this is Morgan freeman"
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HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.

This is my new favourite story.

When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server. 
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors. 
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound. 
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring. 

Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.

But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line.
And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no.

Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red 
one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the 
number,” she says.
“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, 
and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on 
the United States,” Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in 
December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a 
small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”
His 
children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was 
annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, 
Terri says, the little voice started crying.
“And Dad realized 
that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, 
ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your 
mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper 
yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad 
looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had 
children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the 
phones to act like Santa Claus.”
               
   “It got to be a big joke at the command center. You 
know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering 
Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.
And then, it got better.

“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and
 Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam 
says.
“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was
 a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” 
Rick says.
“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re
 sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ 
Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called 
the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat 
Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks 
like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour 
and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.

For real.

“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people 
saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor.
 And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a 
briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she
 says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s 
known for.”
“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”

So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source:  http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
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 "mom?"
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voroxpete:
arctic-hands:

therobotmonster:

kuroba101:

prismatic-bell:

HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.

This is my new favourite story.

When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server. 
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors. 
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound. 
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring. 

Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.

But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line.
And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no.

Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red 
one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the 
number,” she says.
“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, 
and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on 
the United States,” Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in 
December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a 
small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”
His 
children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was 
annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, 
Terri says, the little voice started crying.
“And Dad realized 
that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, 
ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your 
mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper 
yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad 
looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had 
children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the 
phones to act like Santa Claus.”
               
   “It got to be a big joke at the command center. You 
know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering 
Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.
And then, it got better.

“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and
 Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam 
says.
“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was
 a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” 
Rick says.
“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re
 sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ 
Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called 
the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat 
Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks 
like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour 
and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.

For real.

“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people 
saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor.
 And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a 
briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she
 says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s 
known for.”
“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”

So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source:  http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport

                
            

            
            
voroxpete:
arctic-hands:

therobotmonster:

kuroba101:

prismatic-bell:

HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I w...

            
            
        

    



        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            






        

        
        

            







     the commander: awkward.
 @howtobeprada
 imagine if you called the wrong number and
 "mom?"
 "no this is Morgan freeman"
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kkhendin:
voroxpete:

arctic-hands:

therobotmonster:

kuroba101:

prismatic-bell:

HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.

This is my new favourite story.

When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server. 
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors. 
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound. 
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring. 

Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.

But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line.
And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no.

Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red 
one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the 
number,” she says.
“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, 
and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on 
the United States,” Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in 
December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a 
small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”
His 
children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was 
annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, 
Terri says, the little voice started crying.
“And Dad realized 
that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, 
ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your 
mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper 
yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad 
looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had 
children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the 
phones to act like Santa Claus.”
               
   “It got to be a big joke at the command center. You 
know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering 
Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.
And then, it got better.

“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and
 Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam 
says.
“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was
 a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” 
Rick says.
“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re
 sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ 
Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called 
the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat 
Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks 
like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour 
and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.

For real.

“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people 
saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor.
 And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a 
briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she
 says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s 
known for.”
“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”

So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source:  http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport


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                 the commander: awkward.
 @howtobeprada
 imagine if you called the wrong number and
 "mom?"
 "no this is Morgan freeman"
 Reply
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kkhendin:
voroxpete:

arctic-hands:

therobotmonster:

kuroba101:

prismatic-bell:

HERE’S THE THING THOUGH
I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click
And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”
So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is
“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”
I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:
“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”
I accidentally called the director of the FBI.
My job got investigated because a computer randomly spit out a number to the Pentagon.

This is my new favourite story.

When I was in college I got a job working for a company that manages major air-travel data. It was a temp gig working their out of date system while they moved over to a new one, since my knowing MS Dos apparently made me qualified.
There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server. 
The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors. 
During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”
So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound. 
I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.
So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…
“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”
It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.
There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.
The red phone never rang again while I was there, so the people doing my training were only slightly wrong in their estimation of how often the doomsday phone would ring. 

Every time I try to find this story, I end up having to search google with a variety of terms that I’m sure have gotten me flagged by some watchlist, so I’m reblogging it again where I swear I’ve reblogged it before.

But none of these stories even come close to the best one of them all; a wrong number is how the NORAD Santa Tracker got started.
Seriously, this is legit.
In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted.
Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line.
And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no.

Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red 
one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the 
number,” she says.
“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, 
and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on 
the United States,” Rick says.
The red phone rang one day in 
December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a 
small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”
His 
children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was 
annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, 
Terri says, the little voice started crying.
“And Dad realized 
that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, 
ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your 
mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper 
yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad 
looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had 
children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the 
phones to act like Santa Claus.”
               
   “It got to be a big joke at the command center. You 
know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering 
Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.
And then, it got better.

“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and
 Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam 
says.
“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was
 a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” 
Rick says.
“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re
 sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ 
Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called 
the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat 
Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks 
like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour 
and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.

For real.

“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people 
saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor.
 And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a 
briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she
 says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s 
known for.”
“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”

So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.
Source:  http://www.npr.org/2014/12/19/371647099/norads-santa-tracker-began-with-a-typo-and-a-good-sport


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kkhendin:
voroxpete:

arctic-hands:

therobotmonster:

kuroba101:

prismatic-bell:

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     the commander: <p><a href="http://apismel1fera.tumblr.com/post/155047166488/grrlpup-antifainternational-mousezilla" class="tumblr_blog">apismel1fera</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://grrlpup.tumblr.com/post/154788871772/antifainternational-mousezilla-rhube" class="tumblr_blog">grrlpup</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://antifainternational.tumblr.com/post/154733886594/mousezilla-rhube-fahrlight" class="tumblr_blog">antifainternational</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://mousezilla.tumblr.com/post/153876228031/rhube-fahrlight-westsemiteblues" class="tumblr_blog">mousezilla</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rhube.tumblr.com/post/152500993243">rhube</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fahrlight.tumblr.com/post/152299978919">fahrlight</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://westsemiteblues.tumblr.com/post/90079527286">westsemiteblues</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://returnofthejudai.tumblr.com/post/90076902843">returnofthejudai</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://robowolves.tumblr.com/post/40535964619">robowolves</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://bemusedlybespectacled.tumblr.com/post/40494473064">bemusedlybespectacled</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://gdfalksen.tumblr.com/post/38576888989">gdfalksen</a>:</p>
<blockquote>
<p><a href="http://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FChiune_Sugihara&amp;t=MGM5YjMwNzU0MTliNjE4ZTBmNzhmMzA3Zjc4MGE4MTAxNmE2YjI1YSxwa1h2MXRWdQ%3D%3D&amp;m=0">Chiune Sugihara</a>. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.</p>
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<p>Why can’t we have a movie about him?</p>
</blockquote>
<p>He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.</p>
<p>His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.</p>
<p>He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas <i>against direct orders</i>, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.</p>
<p>He was honoured as <a href="http://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FRighteous_Among_the_Nations&amp;t=NWI3Nzk4YzhhZDBhN2UzYzI0MWRiYTk5MzVjYzhjYTgzNGNmZjNkNCxwa1h2MXRWdQ%3D%3D&amp;m=0">Righteous Among the Nations</a> in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.</p>
<p>Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.</p>
<p>It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.</p>
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<p>It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I <i>would</i> finance a movie about them.</p>
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<p>He told an interviewer:</p>
<p><i>You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent. </i></p>
<p><i>People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.<sup></sup></i></p>
<p>He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.</p>
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<p>I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!</p>
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<p>I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.<br/></p>
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<p>Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa. </p>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1024" data-orig-width="768"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/384506b4e742aff6e3bf350a85efbd7c/tumblr_inline_ohh4pjqxmb1r7nvlv_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1024" data-orig-width="768"/></figure><p>The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  </p>
<p>I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art. </p>
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<p>Chiune Sugihara.  Original antifa.</p>
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<p>always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.</p>
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<p>heroic</p>
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<p><a href="http://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FChiune_Sugihara&amp;t=MGM5YjMwNzU0MTliNjE4ZTBmNzhmMzA3Zjc4MGE4MTAxNmE2YjI1YSxwa1h2MXRWdQ%3D%3D&amp;m=0">Chiune Sugihara</a>. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.</p>
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<p>Why can’t we have a movie about him?</p>
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<p>He was often called “Sempo”, an alternative reading of the characters of his first name, as that was easier for Westerners to pronounce.</p>
<p>His wife, Yukiko, was also a part of this; she is often credited with suggesting the plan. The Sugihara family was held in a Soviet POW camp for 18 months until the end of the war; within a year of returning home, Sugihara was asked to resign - officially due to downsizing, but most likely because the government disagreed with his actions.</p>
<p>He didn’t simply grant visas - he granted visas <i>against direct orders</i>, after attempting three times to receive permission from the Japanese Foreign Ministry and being turned down each time. He did not “misread” orders; he was in direct violation of them, with the encouragement and support of his wife.</p>
<p>He was honoured as <a href="http://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FRighteous_Among_the_Nations&amp;t=NWI3Nzk4YzhhZDBhN2UzYzI0MWRiYTk5MzVjYzhjYTgzNGNmZjNkNCxwa1h2MXRWdQ%3D%3D&amp;m=0">Righteous Among the Nations</a> in 1985, a year before he died in Kamakura; he and his descendants have also been granted permanent Israeli citizenship. He was also posthumously awarded the Life Saving Cross of Lithuania (1993); Commander’s Cross Order of Merit of the Republic of Poland (1996); and the Commander’s Cross with Star of the Order of Polonia Restituta (2007). Though not canonized, some Eastern Orthodox Christians recognize him as a saint.</p>
<p>Sugihara was born in Gifu on the first day of 1900, January 1. He achieved top marks in his schooling; his father wanted him to become a physician, but Sugihara wished to pursue learning English. He deliberately failed the exam by writing only his name and then entered Waseda, where he majored in English. He joined the Foreign Ministry after graduation and worked in the Manchurian Foreign Office in Harbin (where he learned Russian and German; he also converted to the Eastern Orthodox Church during this time). He resigned his post in protest over how the Japanese government treated the local Chinese citizens. He eventually married Yukiko Kikuchi, who would suggest and encourage his acts in Lithuania; they had four sons together. Chiune Sugihara passed away July 31, 1986, at the age of 86. Until her own passing in 2008, Yukiko continued as an ambassador of his legacy.</p>
<p>It is estimated that the Sugiharas saved between 6,000-10,000 Lithuanian and Polish Jewish people.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>It’s a tragedy that the Sugiharas aren’t household names. They are among the greatest heroes of WWII. Is it because they were from an Axis Power? Is it because they aren’t European? I don’t know. But I’ve decided to always reblog them when they come across my dash. If I had the money, I <i>would</i> finance a movie about them.</p>
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<p>He told an interviewer:</p>
<p><i>You want to know about my motivation, don’t you? Well. It is the kind of sentiments anyone would have when he actually sees refugees face to face, begging with tears in their eyes. He just cannot help but sympathize with them. Among the refugees were the elderly and women. They were so desperate that they went so far as to kiss my shoes, Yes, I actually witnessed such scenes with my own eyes. Also, I felt at that time, that the Japanese government did not have any uniform opinion in Tokyo. Some Japanese military leaders were just scared because of the pressure from the Nazis; while other officials in the Home Ministry were simply ambivalent. </i></p>
<p><i>People in Tokyo were not united. I felt it silly to deal with them. So, I made up my mind not to wait for their reply. I knew that somebody would surely complain about me in the future. But, I myself thought this would be the right thing to do. There is nothing wrong in saving many people’s lives….The spirit of humanity, philanthropy…neighborly friendship…with this spirit, I ventured to do what I did, confronting this most difficult situation—and because of this reason, I went ahead with redoubled courage.<sup></sup></i></p>
<p>He died in nearly complete obscurity in Japan. His neighbors were shocked when people from all over, including Israeli diplomatic personnel, showed up at quiet little Mr. Sugihara’s funeral.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I will forever reblog this, I wish more people would know about them!</p>
</blockquote>
<p>I liked this before when it had way less information. Thank you, history-sharers.<br/></p>
</blockquote>
<p>Tucked away in a corner in L.A.’s Little Tokyo is a life-sized statue of Chiune, seated on a bench and smiling gently as he holds out a visa. </p>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1024" data-orig-width="768"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/384506b4e742aff6e3bf350a85efbd7c/tumblr_inline_ohh4pjqxmb1r7nvlv_540.jpg" data-orig-height="1024" data-orig-width="768"/></figure><p>The stone next to him bears a quote from the Talmud; “He who saves one life, saves the entire world.”  </p>
<p>I had no idea it existed until a few weeks ago, but it’s since become one of my favorite pieces of public art. </p>
</blockquote>
<p>Chiune Sugihara.  Original antifa.</p>
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<p>always reblog Chiune Sugihara. I have his picture over my desk at work to remind me what’s important.</p>
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<p>heroic</p>
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