In honor of Holocaust Remembrance - and our theme of "Sacred"

This is a graphic and heart-wrenching reminder of our inhumanity to one another. I always think it's unbelievable that we can be this cruel, but here is the evidence for all to see.

Thank you for bringing this excellent and timely photo for us.

Dachau


Auschwitz


The Last Train


I had a similar thought process as you, Mira, but had the same reservations. Some how I just knew you or Solly would think of something like this as sacred.

To thank you and expound on it a bit. I have, of course, more photos, and my heart keeps bleeding. Never ever can we be forgetful, never ever can we allow inhumanity to man stand alive in any way, which includes at this point what is happening at our Southern border.
And especially we cannot allow a despotic wannabe dictator slowly encroach on our constitutional, civil, and democratic rights. By forgettting the past, by not augmenting it to the place it belongs in our consciousness, we help that we remain in peril.

Just as an aside let me tell you that as a 12 year old, living a half an hour train ride away from Dachau, and being the child of an overwhelmed by responsibilities minister and father (post war Germany, I was the oldest of 4 by then) he had requests by many American Liberators in the church (Methodist) to help them see Dachau. I suspect he was not aware of the harm it could do to his young daughter to command her to take this off his hands and to be the “tour” guide.
I was born in 1944. My birth certificate name was Mira. The Nazis were still in power for a few minutes, and would not allow the spelling, so my parents changed the name to Myra which was acceptable. I tell this only because it infuriates me they had that power over my name.

Anyway, I was a child guide at Dachau many times, taking American visitors to see, and at that time it had not been that long ago since liberation.

I will forever remember, and forever help others be reminded.
Thanks for reading.

A child of 12 as a guide at Dachau.

I was there in 1983 on my first trip to Europe with my then boyfriend whose family were Sephardic Jews.

It's important that there are reminders of the harms that were caused by the Nazis. You're a brave soul to allow your wounds to remain open in order to do that service to the world. Especially lately, with neo-Nazis groups and individuals infecting our country.

And none affected me more than Auschwitz- Birkenau. Three years later and I remain unable to look at these photos without tears.

it makes me (almost) unable to appreciate the artistry in your depiction.