And how am I not like you? For I laugh
with pleasure, cry in pain, I have eyes to
see and ears to hear, a mouth to express my
anguish when you ridicule and debase me.
I know love, to receive and to give. I hug
my children as you do yours. I long to live.
I want a future for my children. I weep with
fear and incomprehension. Why do you hate me?
Why did the world see nothing, hear nothing
know nothing of my fate, fail to intervene to
act on behalf of the humanity that we represent.
I know why my fellow Jews mourn my death
and that of six million who like me were viewed
as human trash to be obliterated. But I still do
not know why we are so reviled. What I do
know is how I am different from you. What
you did to me I never would have done to you.
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