It is confusing, it is disappointing and it is oh, so
profoundly demoralizing working through the
grief and sorrow that is felt when confronted with
news from every conceivable media site that there
is a great public out in the wider world that can
see and be as aware as I am of the obscene atrocities
acts of inhumane but all-too-human wretchedness
forced on helplessly vulnerable people by others
whose violence is fed by such a deep-seated hatred
that every vestige of conscience has fled before
the searing venom of their hate. Children are ever
so precocious in sensing and adapting to their
social environments learning at a preternaturally
early age to maintain a low profile, for to attract
attention is to draw the spite of recognition as a
Jew. The early knowledge in childhood of an event
so mercilessly absolute in hatred as the Holocaust
has a haunting quality in the disbelief that humanity
could countenance a genocidal intention brought to
bear on a helpless population while an indifferent world
tended to its own pressing business. A life lived so
cautiously in avoidance of slurs and contempt ends at
some point; either with death or eventual defiance. Yet
even in old age facing truths head on, nothing could
possibly prepare me for the onrush of demonstrations
blatant in the public sphere of multitudes of people so
devoted to hatred of Jews that the most odious acts of
inhumanity be celebrated as a reckoning by so many.
No comments:
Post a Comment