Just some thoughts, mostly rambling. My mother's last surviving sibling, my Aunt Zosia, lives in Oswiciem (Aushcwitz is in Poland and that's the non-German name of the town). After reading the NYTimes article Bob posted (below) I went to the US Holocaust Museum site and began to look at the photos from the other Aushcwitz album showing all the Jewish men lined up on the ramp beside the cattle train that brought them to that place; looking at their faces and trying to divine their thoughts, though I guess you could say that it's not too difficult to speculate about what they might have been.
Nearly every day I look at men and women in custody, in manacles and shackles; chained together in short lines of indignity and despair; herded through one locked door after another and on through another, and another, eventually ending up in some concrete and cinderblock stall. Told where to sit, when to sit, when to stand; watched while they shower and while they shit; subjected to countless intrusions and casual derision every waking moment. The people I work with and work for, of course, are accused of criminal offenses; but whether their alleged crimes are petty or capital, they're all treated (generally, but certainly not universally) like this is what they deserve -- concrete and steel, disinfectant and degradation -- and they seem to believe it, too; most accept it as just their fate. I'm not going anywhere with this; I'm just touching on something that moves/moved me and compelled me to talk about it. Maybe I'll figure this out more a little bit later on. Marek --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, bob_brigante <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/19/arts/design/19photo.html >
