Struthof

In the morning as we walked around Strasbourg and Petit France, we walked past the hospital. It dates from Medieval times (when it was run by Augustinian monks) and is still in use. As we walked through the complex, Roland told us about his uncle (10 years old) who was killed by the Nazis. The child had epilepsy and was in the hospital when they killed him. They saw him as "useless," incapable of contributing to society, absolutely expendable.

In the afternoon, we drove to their farm in the Vosges Mountains, stopping first at Struthof, the memorial concentration camp near Natzweiler-Struthof. There are no words to describe this experience. I'll leave one evocative photo.

However, I must add that if you think this couldn't happen today, I ask only that you pay closer attention to what's going on and listen to the words that are bandied about so glibly.

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