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.