I recall one time standing in line at a department store in Farmington Hills Michigan (otherwise known as the Gaza strip) and my wife and I noticed the tattoo on the elderly woman’s forearm standing in front of us. She was a Holocaust survivor. I felt compelled to say something to her, but in reality, what could even be said? I felt honored just to smile at her.
I wish the Jews were treated as they should be, yet I cannot understand how Jews can remain so forgiving to barbarians.
Really? I thought it was called the Reservation
When I was a kid an older couple in my small town had a little package store. They were both Holocaust survivors. I was one of the only kids in town that was “brave” enough to go in their store as they were “different”. I became friends with them before noticing they both had tattoos from the camps. We never talked about it.