About Mike Gutter
I have probably watched every episode of “First Time Watching Schindler’s List” on YouTube. I got hooked on the viewers’ changing emotions throughout the movie and still get extremely mad, disgusted, horrified, etc., by the end of each showing. That’s how I wrote Never Again MEANS Never Again. Angry, angry, angry.
However, I also watch the credits of each viewing in anticipation of the movie watcher’s reaction as they see the real, live, living Jews from “Schindler’s List.” These survivors smile and confirm to each new viewer that we are a tough, smart, and proud people. I’m not sure I want to know someone who doesn’t shed a tear at those ending scenes.
That’s how I wrote Never Again STILL MEANS Never Again — an edgy, straightforward, honest book that should be required reading by most. In this version, I refrain from the dark humor, foul language, and hardcore insults in the first book. Otherwise, all of the topics, subjects, storylines, facts, etc., etc., etc. haven’t been changed.
I had to write the first book exactly how I would discuss it with someone who wants to injure my family, my friends, and those who can’t defend themselves. Furthermore, I watched, read, and listened to so much murder, torture, rape, medical experimentation, starvation, and on and on. I was constantly writing in anger. Outside of a couple of chapters, I was perpetually pissed.
Anyway, from that book came the second version and the diplomatic way in which I normally speak to others.
I stand by everything written in both books, but “Never Again STILL MEANS Never Again” is the book that anyone from anywhere can read, and I hope they do.
About Mike Gutter’s Inspiration, Excerpted from Book Two’s Dedication
I dedicate this book to my most significant inspiration, role model, and the person of the highest character I’ve ever met or known — my grandfather, Julius Gutter. The man left his immediate family in Czechoslovakia, consisting of one brother and five sisters (ten children altogether). Two older brothers were married, and out of the house, one had already left for America, and one brother passed away at a young age. He opened a successful bakery when he was only 18. My grandfather left Czechoslovakia when he noticed the uptick of antisemitism which included his customer base that no longer came to his bakery…