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Wednesday, May 23, 2012


The Unendurable

The grandparents, having
themselves escaped the
monumental catastrophe of
the Holocaust merely lived
lives of livid rage that their
close and remote relatives
perished in a precision-designed
disaster that successfully and
hugely diminished the presence
of Jews globally.  Haunted by
the spectre of Jew-specific
hatred and the legacy of the
hunted, they sought to spare
their children the knowledge
of being of a "race" none 
had use or compassion toward,
concerned the fearsome truth
might destroy the appetite for
life.  As parents those children
devoid of the shadow of pain
had nothing to divulge to their
own offspring.  Who now, of
necessity to know, turn to
their grandparents to unleash
upon them the dread details
meant to inform and instruct
minds sturdy enough to endure.

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