January 27th is a strange day in the world of history, a day few really know or remember in our modern day unless you look it up on google. I myself didn't know about this day until today when I checked my morning news and saw that this was the day that the Auschwitz Concentration/Extermination Camp was liberated in the last days of World War II.
I don't have much to say on Auschwitz. I studied about it in high school, and again in college when I had the distinct displeasure of having to watch a video of a denier in a class (a story for another time I suppose.) I've never been there, and I am not sure I could go. I'm a very sensitive person, literally and emotionally, I sometimes "feel" things that others can't. When I go to a place and its wrong, I know it distinctly. Auschwitz is such a place. It stands as a testament to human cruelty, perseverance and ultimately, the redemption of a people.
As we enter this new century, there is a rash of anger, hatred to Jews that frightens me. You see it all over, but more recently in Germany. I will be talking a bit about some war stories and observations at Normandy in my France blog, but if anyone should be silent on the Jews, and respectful, its the Germans. There is a saying when it comes to the holocaust, we will never forget, and never again. It means we will remember the atrocities, we will remember them for the sake of the lives lost, for the sake of future generations so that we might never allow them to happen again.
