Why. Why. Why. Why do you stay there? How can you live in the shadows of these camps and the people who still live there, still hate you?
In the distance, just behind Majdanek, there are houses. What bothered me when I visited, what bothered me now – were not the old houses. If you love where you live and someone comes and builds a concentration camp next to your home, maybe you could remember a time before…but who in their right mind builds new houses next to a concentration camp? Who buys these homes? Who stands in their backyard, in the shadow of these death camps and makes a barbecue?
I could imagine, then and now, through my tears, the Poles giving directions to their guests, “yeah, go straight, go straight, and hang a left right after the concentration camp.”
Then, as now, there is a fury in side of me. “We’re shocked by these revelations,” said a spokeswoman for the museum. And that infuriates me even more. This has been going on since 2010…but maybe, really, this has been going on since 1939. Or maybe, really, this has been going on since 1920 when my grandfather fled Poland for America.
Or maybe, really…never mind. Poland is not the home of the Jews anymore. Let them do what they want. Butcher us, kill us once – shame on you. If we allow this to go on, shame on us.
Jews of Poland…Get. Out. Now.
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