His neighbours doubtless know him as a pleasant
hard-working man who operated a successful
business, raised a family, attended the local
Lutheran church, speculating he gave money
to charity as did they all, a thoroughly decent
man. One who led a sequential-career life he
may or may not have regretted but certainly
was aware of the stigma attached to aiding and
abetting genocide, withholding that detail from
his application for immigration. If living a long
and fruitful life is penance for destroying the
lives of innumerable unfortunates as part of
a Nazi mobile killing unit, Fortune is a warped
assignment in human depravity. One is most
certainly entitled to wonder when he observed
his own children whether he gave a thought
to the thousands of children his service to the
Final Solution helped annihilate. His career change
led him from a nation intent on obliterating
innocent lives by the millions to another nation
offering countless opportunities to defend
himself from the outcome of the accused in
preventing his return from whence he came.
His right of existence unquestioned despite
the burden of mass murder. The restless dead
seeking justice in their frail memory, denied.
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