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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
FOR THE DEAD AND THE LIVING, WE MUST BEAR WITNESS *
I remember it like it was yesterday—November 9, 1963 in Chicago, my father took me downtown to celebrate my 10th birthday.
His German accent sounded like music. “Vhere shall ve go, schatzi?”
“The Art Institute.”
I skipped along the sidewalk, holding his hand. He stopped and went to his knees in front of a synagogue. Slipping off his hat, he covered his face. The sun limned his blond waves.
“What’s wrong, Vati?”
“Meine Schande. Those magnificent windows—shattered! 25 years ago today. Schweinehund! Jewish businesses—destroyed! What did I do? Die Nill! I—I stood by and did nothing.”
*Quote from Elie Wiesel
79 years ago this week.