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Why We Can Never Forget the Holocaust

“If we bear all this suffering and if there are still Jews left, when it is over, then Jews, instead of being doomed, will be held up as an example.” – Anne Frank

It is difficult to talk or think about the Holocaust without becoming emotionally drained by the thoughts of mass genocide and the murder of women, children and men in such unspeakable acts of torture for the sheer sake of satisfying the insanity of an madman. The idea of innocent people brutally murdered at will, showered in gas chambers, starved to death, worked to the point of collapse and piled into ditches hundreds at a time upon their last breath is unthinkable during any time in our history.

The moment the homes were raided and families were separated and forced into dirty, dark, germ and rat infested trains, their lives were over. There was no ally watching out for their well-being. There was no prayer for a speedy return. There was only a death sentence for the crime of being born a certain way. In the end, hundreds, turned to thousands, then hundred thousands and then millions.

The murders were so systematic and random. How could anyone let something like this happen?

Image after image, video after video, memorial after memorial serves as a reminder that we cannot forget, ever. One man sought to annihilate all the Jews, lesbians, gays, sympathizers and others that didn’t fit his model of a perfect race in his eyes in his quest for world domination. There are no words to describe this act of terror. Even today as we speak openly about terrorism, hijackers, bombers and fanatics, there is no comparison to the fear that spread throughout Europe and the world. The Holocaust was such a traumatic time, that many have mentally blocked the entire idea of this time from their memory bank.

If you speak to survivors or descendants there are so many extreme emotions of hatred, fear, sorrow, pain and remorse for families, friends, neighbors who had their families ripped apart, tortured and killed. There was no escape from the pure evil on Earth that Hitler and the Nazis brought into every territory they invaded and took over.

Today survivors, families and descendants continue the message of remembrance and hope that an event like this should never repeat. At the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C., each guest is given a card with a picture and biography of a Holocaust victim to hold during their stay. As you slowly walk through each room and corridor hearing the stories and seeing the images, you hold the memory of one that lived and died during this period. It is hard to imagine that over six million people would have to walk through those doors to each hold one memory. That is only those that were able to be identified.

April 19, 2012 is National Holocaust Remembrance Day

April 19th is National Holocaust Remembrance Day. It is an annual day of reflection. Take a moment of silence and thought on this day and not only remember the events of the Holocaust but celebrate the survivors who lived. Survivors who started families and continued a race of people to share their message so that this can never happen again. The Holocaust should not be just one day of remembrance; it should stay in our hearts forever.

Take a few minutes and read about Shep, Jeannine, Isak, Eva and Solomon; a few of the survivors of the Holocaust. Let them tell you their first hand story and you will see the importance of the Holocaust and its message of hope.

Holocaust Survivor Stories

“As freedom-loving people across the globe hope for an end to tyranny, we will never forget the enormous suffering of the Holocaust.” – Bob Beauprez


What if Moses Had Social Media to Execute His Mission to the Promise Land..

If modern technology and social communication channel existed for Moses, he could have been much more efficient in his efforts to free the Jews from Pharaoh and lead them to the promise land….

Enjoy this reenactment provided by Aish.com and Youtube


Once a New Yorker, Always a New Yorker – Tale of a Jersey Boy

Last weekend I had the fortunate opportunity to stand in the company of three generations of New Yorkers, some above ground and some below.

As we basked in the sun, convertible top down making our way from Manhattan to Brooklyn to Queens, I saw my history following me with each passing mile.

On the concrete, Brooklyn men took their aggression of the heat, over crowded streets and unemployment to the softballs with a rainbow of colorful dialogue I am not at liberty to repeat in mixed company.

The new trendy area of Bensonhorst was filled with artists, lesbians, gays, musicians, writers and a cowman. Yes a man dressed as a cow preaching about the injustice in the world. If you search through the archives of Facebook, I imagine you will find several pictures of him as many IPhones took in the attraction, free of charge.

After Dad and I met with my Aunt and Uncle, we paid respects to my grandparents in a most honorable way and then drove down Wyona Street in Brooklyn. For many of you that name has no significant meaning. For me, it was a word that is always connected to the youth of my mother. It was her home at birth and now drenched in poverty and crime. Once a thriving neighborhood with dreams of young immigrants is now victim to change.

It still sent a little shiver, as it was the first time I had ever set foot on the road that raised my mother.

Dinner time. Keep in mind for the Senior Citizen population that is 4:00 PM EST. We did one better. We got to the diner at 3:40 PM. As I was surrounded by my passive aggressive, indecisive, food obsessed family, I started to see just why I ran. My Aunt, who of course knew the four people at the table next to us, chatted and chatted and chatted and chatted away back and forth from table to table. Her husband, a well decorated World War II hero who never spoke much about it, sat quietly with his WW II Veteran hat on watching the Yankees game from afar. With all due respect, he has hearing aids in both ears and difficulty hearing. Maybe a benefit given that his wife never stops talking.

MY father, the firm stoic man, just wanted to enjoy a quiet meal. In a neighborhood of Jews and Italians, this meal did not lack food. We started with an entire loaf of marble bread, macaroni salad, beet salad and cole slaw. Just because…Next were salad and soup for the three of them as they ordered “entrees”. I just was content with my veggie wrap and fries but guilt and pressure would soon prevail as the minute my mouth was empty more food was pushed my way.

Couldn’t we talk, I thought…Nope. Eat Eat Eat.

The meal was wonderful except I was too full to eat most of it.

As the meal tapered off, I wanted a group picture. Let’s ask the waitress I thought but one of the women at the next table said “Let Bernie take the picture. He is an expert.”

I did not doubt the expertise of Bernie for even a second except for one minor detail. Bernie was between 85 and 90 years old. As we smiled and what appeared to be the camera facing the ground, I was a bit skeptical but as fate would have it, the pictures did come out on the digital camera.

Finally we argued over who would pay, everyone checked their shoelaces and we departed slowly for the door. Not due to a crowded restaurant, it was as fast as everyone could go.

All and all, it was a great family outing filled with memories, nostalgia and a little reminder of who I am and who I will always be no matter how far a run.

Embrace family and know you will always be your own person, but you carry everything about family inside…always.


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