The images below turned up in my email box this morning. While they MIGHT be fancy cattle cars (the Nazis were fond of those if you’ll recall), they are described here as “prison cars.” They brought with them my 1997 memory of what happened to one of our folks who dared challenge the powers-that-be. It’s a long and sad story but one we should all read from the standpoint that when – not if – but WHEN the excrement makes contact with the rotating, oscillating motorized air handling device, one of those railcar cells probably has your name on it....