Two years ago, I wrote about the only Holocaust survivor I’ve ever met (knowingly).
When I lived in Houston for a short time after graduating college, I befriended a coworker who was Jewish. During our time together, I was lucky enough to be a part of her wedding plans. One night, at one of many pre-wedding dinners at her mother’s home, I meet an older female relative (I think she was her Great Aunt). Delightful, lively, tiny. She showed me her arm with the tatooed numbers. She said she could have had them removed, but she didn’t want anyone to forget. The memory still gives me the same chill bumps I got that night. The Holocaust did happen and no reshapers of history can ever make it go away.
Fausta reminds us
…forgetting the Holocaust and what it means dehumanizes all of us: the evil in the world who wants us to forget the Holocaust will envelop us if we do.
Siggy – What “We’ll Finish What Hitler Started” Will Look Like.
