Humans have not come nearly as far as I had hoped they would; they have not learned what I would have thought they should have learned after the Holocaust.
I’ve been known to say that, in a lot of ways, we are still hairless plains apes. If you don’t look like us, act like us, smell like us, behave like us, then you are the enemy and we must kill you before you kill us.
{{Sigh}}
The biggest mistake people make about “The Diary of Anne Frank” is to assume it’s about a little dead girl.
It’s not.
Anne Frank is not dead.
Not in 1945. Not in 2019.
Anne was a Dutch Jew hiding from the Nazis with her family and four others in a loft above her father’s former factory in Amsterdam.
The teenager is the most famous victim of the Holocaust, but her story doesn’t end when she succumbed to typhus in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in the closing days of WWII.
Because it’s a story that never ends.
Her physical self may be gone, but her spirit remains.
In the 1990s, she was a Muslim Bosniak child killed by Christian Serbs in the former Yugoslavia.
In the 2000s, she was a Christian Darfuri in Western Sudan killed by Arab militias.
A decade ago, she was a Palestinian toddler torn to…
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