Today is Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Remembrance Day. I was someone who, while living in Central Europe, strove to visit the various and far-flung KZ always attempting, but failing, to understand the evil genius which grafted pure hatred to the Industrial Revolution and produced the hellish horrors of mass murder on assembly lines utterly beyond comprehension.
If the term Yom Hashoah is not familiar to you, maybe you can take a moment and (I'd hope) find a source of solace in a visit here. It's hard some days for the child I once was to recall being told I was made in the image and likeness of God. Harder still, to look at today and everything it commemorates and wonder what happened and why.
לעולם לא עוד
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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