There is an otherwise excellent diary which has made it to the front page that compares Arizona Republican’s self-appointment of electors to the Nazi meeting at Wannsee setting out The Final Solution.
They are not valid equivalents. The comparison belittles the lives of millions who are nothing but fading memory and ashes, and the few living memories of those who survive. It cuts to the heart of remaining family members, and, most important of all, turns one of the greatest crimes against humanity into just another plaything in the political rhetoric toolbox.
I wish the diarist would edit it. But more important, I wish people would take the opportunity to learn that “NAZI!” is not the correct response to “I don’t like this.”
This is the third time I’ve posted this, though it has been several years. Maybe this time it will stick:
My father-in-law, who is a Holocaust survivor, who saw 15,000 go into the camp and 250 come out, isn’t your plaything. His infant cousin, shot on the spot because his father could only carry two children and there were three, is one of the souls you’re playing with. His grandmother, shot on the spot because she couldn’t walk to the train, is one of the souls you’re playing with. His aunt, shot on the spot for trying to save his grandmother, is one of the souls you’re playing with.
Six million Jews, many no more than ashes, without a grave or a family to remember them, are the souls you’re playing with.
Roma, homosexuals, communists, political opponents, those are the souls you’re playing with.
Part of “never forget” is “never belittle what really happened to make cheap political points.”
My dead relatives’ ashes are not yours to fingerpaint in.
