a notation from my biographer, A.G. Davis

Can We Talk About Rape and the Holocaust Yet?

I was weeping by the end of this article and I thought I couldn't weep anymore about that.  Folk tend to look at the brown skin surrounding my Star of David and wonder how I could feel so strongly about this horror, feelings people often say should only come from survivors and their families.  I beg to differ.  I am crying because, as this article points out so cleverly, this is still happening.  We can argue if or how the Holocaust was different from the Rwandan genocide or what is happening to civilians in Syria and Yemen but to the individuals who suffered and are dying now, the shame and pain are all the same - we all bruise blue and bleed red.  And the fact that it keeps happening is a testimony, in mind, that evil comes from humans and humans alone.  That realization brought me back to faith - the belief that G-d built this wonderful home for us and all we do is trash it and abuse others who also call it home. 

The Garden of Eden is here, it never left.  We abandoned it.