A conversation between two Americans
Today’s random word is stick.
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A whispered conversation at the Auschwitz Exhibit in Boston on a bench looking at the Hitler photo.
Abraham: “I love America.”
Amburo: “How long have you lived here?”
“For forty years, my mother and father came from Israel. You?”
“Twenty years from Rwanda.”
“Tutsi?”
“Yes. But I have Hutu friends. How long have you lived in Boston?”
“15 years. I manage people’s money. Edward Jones. You?”
“Ten years. High school English teacher. No money. Did any of your relatives die?”
“All my grandparents, all but two aunts and uncles. You?”
“My brother and a cousin.
It couldn’t happen here, could it?”
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“He didn’t have to beat them over the head with a stick. They believed every word — each lie. Look at their faces. They are mesmerized.”
“The Hutu leaders called us cockroaches until many believed we were.”
“Too many were silent.”
“Until it was too late.”
“This exhibit.”
“A warning!”
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This fictional account of a conversation was prompted by my visit yesterday to The Auschwitz Exhibit in Boston. Wikipedia has excellent entries on the Holocaust and the Rwandan genocide.
