“I’ve been reading about Franciscan Saint Maximilian Kolbe, who was murdered in the Holocaust at Auschwitz in ’41,” murmured George, “And Carmelite Blessed Titus Brandsma, who was killed at Dachau in ’42.”
“Go on,” wondered Paul.
“There are several parallels between that era and ours” George explained. “The primacy of the state, racial unrest-now known as reverse discrimination.”
“Both worlds also share a fascination with physical fitness and dissemination of propaganda through the media.”
“Hitler, the specific individual, came and went, my friend. Satan, who put him here, now needs something new.”
Both shrugged helplessly.
Folk speak of THE holocaust, as though there was only ever one. Cambodia, Rwanda, Bosnia, Palestine, Syria, Kurdistan: I see no end.
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That’s the one that gets the most attention but you’re right. There will always be more
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What a thought provoking piece! Well written.
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Thanks.
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Eerie. The helpless shrug says it all. 😐
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Thanks I was hoping it could make that impression~
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You nailed it!
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Hmmm …. Food for thought.
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Go straight to the source. You’ve pinpointed a chilling truth. Well told.
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Thanks Margaret. Everyone really has to watch his step these days
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Very chilling story, especially that helpless shrug.
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