Afghanistan proves we’ve learned nothing since the Holocaust
As I watch the events in Afghanistan unfold, the remarkable brutality of the Taliban, ISIS-K, Al-Qaeda and others, I’m reminded of my own experiences.
In my case, my family and I — our entire neighborhood — were marched through the streets of Debrecen, Hungary, at the hands of the Nazis, and directed to the train station to be herded onto cars for a trip to Auschwitz, which was diverted to Bergen-Belsen. The sick and elderly were beaten on their own streets. None of us dared to look back. The streets were crowded, but we were like ghosts, no one dared to look at us. Even at age 6, after 14 months in that camp, I learned that life was both precious and cheap. Sleeping with the dead will do that. It was only because of my mother, Rachel, that I lived to tell my story.
My point is that in 77 years, the time between my story and the one now happening in Afghanistan, we’ve learned nothing, become no more civilized, become no less cruel. Maybe my great-grandchildren, who have yet to be conceived, will finally be witness to the end of this senseless hatred and violence.