Not much sap flows in our veins, but this look at the U. S. Holocaust Memorial Museum
when it's not being attacked might make one mist up a bit. The author's father-in-law, an Auschwitz survivor, visiting the museum, is confronted by long lines.
He thrust out his arm in the direction of the staffer, displaying the number the Nazis tattooed on his arm at Auschwitz just a few inches from her face. Without making eye-contact and barely breaking stride, Pop kept walking. Understandably, the staffer barely blinked. She didn't make a move to stop him.
There's more; a tribute to all who work there, who, it now appears, risk their lives every day.
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