The holocaust continues

When I was 14 years old, I worked at a day care center for the children of holocaust survivors. I will never forget the intensity of those parents' love for their children. It was as if the youngsters were their only reason to continue their struggle to learn a new language, adapt to a new culture and continue the terrible battle they had been forced to fight for survival. Later, I interviewed two survivors of Bergen-Belson and they told me that when they returned to Prague they dicovered that the Comminists were the Facists in different clothing. They lived in fear of every knock on the door, every racial slur or news item that was calloused to human suffering.
Prejudice against any minority lurks just below the surface, ready to flare up as soon as ignorant, discontent human beings need to blame someone else for their unhappiness. I wish it were otherwise, Inez. I am an optomist always in every endeavor, but when it comes to the ever-present struggle for power There is a disgusting lust to target a scape goat in the weak, the different, the unusual. Sadly enough, it is those very people who can contribute something new and exciting to civilization, but politicians, and their ilk are too afraid to allow them to give us their gifts.