Roma

A recent crackdown on public-toilet violations in Brooklyn restaurants prompted this passionate essay from Brooklyn Papers editor Gersh Kuntzman. Mr. Kuntzman is pissed because a fine levied against his beloved Roma Pizza on Seventh Avenue convinced the proprietor to take immediate action--and eliminate a bunch of seats.

Roma ripped out half of its seats rather than fight a law that requires restaurants with more than 19 seats to "provide toilet facilities for the public"....

Roma now has only 16 seats--and the bathroom remains behind the counter. The result? I still have to ask the counterman to let me go into the kitchen to use the can--and now I can never find a seat at my neighborhood pizzeria!

Despite Mr. Kuntzman's stated displeasure at having to "eat a slice standing up, like Tony Manero," Roma's owner sees a bright side:

"When I had all these seats, people would sit here for hours and order only one slice," he said. "Now, they have to stand, so they eat and they leave."

And then they go home and type an angry rant against the Health Department. That ought to make the next inspection go much smoother.

- Chris Shott

The Nazis' extermination of Gypsies was nearly as complete, proportionally, as the Nazis' extermination of European Jews. Yet the commemoration of Gypsy victims of the Holocaust has never come even close to the memorialization of Jewish victims.

In her fine book on gypsy life, Bury Me Standing, Isabel Fonseca describes the resistance by the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Council to the inclusion of Roma, or gypsy, victims of the Nazis in the museum that the council supervises in Washington.

It was only after the 1986 resignation of President Elie Wiesel, the survivor and Nobel Peace Prize winner, who had opposed Gypsy representation, that one Gypsy was invited onto the council...

I tended to judge Wiesel for this opposition, till a few days ago, when I read his book on his father's murder in a concentration camp, Night (1958). In it, he describes his first night in Auschwitz, after saying goodbye to his mother and one of his sisters for the last time. He and his father are moved to a barracks where Gypsy inmates assisted the German guards, or kapos. His father is suffering from colic and approaches a Gypsy to find out where the bathroom is.

The gypsy looked him up and down slowly, from head to foot. As if he wanted to convince himself that this man addressing him was really a creature of flesh and bone, a living being with a body and a belly. Then, as if he had suddenly woken up from a heavy doze, he dealt my father such a clout that he fell to the ground, crawling back to his place on all fours... I did not move... Yesterday, I should have sunk my nails into the criminal's flesh... I thought only: I shall never forgive [him] for that...

Night's great theme is the son's guilt at surviving while his father dies. It includes another scene of cruelty by Gypsies. I wish Wiesel could have gotten past his anger at Gypsies when he held a position of authority; and yet I find that I also excuse him.