As a Jew, the Holocaust hangs over our heads as a visceral, perpetual reminder of the vulnerability of our humanity. Just 30 years ago my parents decided to start anew because the mentality of anti-Semitism proliferated and threatened, again. Today, rampant throughout the world, not only in Europe but also America, anti-Semitism, if not in actions but in thoughts, is alive and thriving.
Sometimes I wish the Holocaust would die a painful death; where we would remember the ones who perished by it but not be haunted by the specter of its return. It’s bizarre and frightening, how just after 70 years, the idea of a Holocaust still fragments the conscious of any Jew anywhere in the world. Everyday something happens which makes us think about it, not by choice but by force.
I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want to be reminded of it. I want it to be a distant memory that seems like an impossibility. I want it to be a relic of the past and not part and parcel of the living present. I want it to die, die many times over.
I don’t want a lot things in life, but I deeply pray to G-d that He at least bless our world with this one.
2014