Standing on HaMelek David in a nice black skirt, a black cardigan that I had to borrow, and a white shirt to match the majority of the the population today. And it was cold. The wind was blowing; hair whipped around my face while my knees shook. Hugging my arms around myself to contain some warmth, I stood with friends among scattered groups of twos and threes on the sidewalk of that busy road. There was a hushed tone of respect, like that of refreshments after a funeral; social but reverent.
The siren starts low and quiet, but quickly builds. We stop talking. Cars slow, pull off the road, and stop. People get out of their cars and stand next to them. People exit buildings to stand outside. The whole world pauses. One or two cars try to honk their way through the traffic, but can't.
A people, a religion, a nationality. Human beings so intrinsically tied through memories and emotions. Strangers with the same past, the same present reality, and the same communal future. Unrelated people related in such a unique, special, horrific, and beautiful way.
We will always be dedicated to the concept of Never Again. Each of us is a part of something bigger than ourselves.
Standing in the street losing body heat by the second, I saw men, women, children. Friends, strangers, enemies. People. Jews. Each with a fire inside and tears on their cheeks. Never Again.
Project 6 Million
The siren starts low and quiet, but quickly builds. We stop talking. Cars slow, pull off the road, and stop. People get out of their cars and stand next to them. People exit buildings to stand outside. The whole world pauses. One or two cars try to honk their way through the traffic, but can't.
A people, a religion, a nationality. Human beings so intrinsically tied through memories and emotions. Strangers with the same past, the same present reality, and the same communal future. Unrelated people related in such a unique, special, horrific, and beautiful way.
We will always be dedicated to the concept of Never Again. Each of us is a part of something bigger than ourselves.
Standing in the street losing body heat by the second, I saw men, women, children. Friends, strangers, enemies. People. Jews. Each with a fire inside and tears on their cheeks. Never Again.
Project 6 Million
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