Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Today we remember the millions murdered 70 years ago. They were murdered not because they committed any specific crimes, but because they were who they were.
Jews, Gypsies, Communists, Homosexuals. They were all murdered because they chose to be true to who they were, instead of conforming to the society around them.
We say never again, but history continues to repeat itself.
Bosnia, Darfur, Syria. Millions of people are still murdered simply because of who they are, because of hate and prejudice.
Some might say that we don’t need to talk about the Holocaust anymore, that we have learned from the past.
We have not learned from the past.
We will continue to say never again, until we can finally say never again.
On a whim, I decided to take out from the library, Hannukah In America, Diannes Ashton’s book about the history of the celebration of Hannukah in the United States.
She explores not just the celebration within the United States, but the origins of the holiday in Ancient Israel. The story of Hannukah is the story of the Maccabees, religious Jews who led a rebellion against the Hellenic invaders and reclaimed the temple for their people.
This book could be interesting. The story of the celebration of Hannukah is the story of the Jews in America, how they survived and thrived. I found the book to be boring. There is a way to write a history book that appeals to the reader and brings the history to life. Ms. Ashton does not do this. It reads like a college history book, the type of reading that is done because it has to be done, not because the book is interesting to the reader.
I was hoping that this book would be enlightening and interesting, but sadly, it is not.