ler!” And I was right there on the
mic leading them along. “Go Hit-
ler! Go Hit-ler! Go Hit-ler! Go Hit-
ler!”
The whole room stopped. No
one was dancing. The teachers, the
chaperones, the parents, the
hundreds of Jewish kids in their
yarmulkes—they froze and stared
aghast at us up on the stage. I was
oblivious. So was Hitler. We kept
going. For a good thirty seconds the
only sound in the room was the
beat of the music and me on the
mic yelling, “Go Hit-ler! Go Hit-ler!
Go Hit-ler! Put your hands in the
air for Hitler, yo!”