The Weight of the Unthinkable

Why a childhood epiphany and a debt of love have led me to speak out now.

There is a specific kind of silence that follows the realization that the world hasn’t learned what we thought it had.

Lately, I don’t feel a burning rage. Instead, I feel a profound, hollow devastation. I look at the descendants of those who crawled out of the ash of Auschwitz—people whose very existence is a miracle of survival—and I see them being for…