Often I had wondered as I heard stories of men and women who hid the Jews if I would have had the courage to… Or if the mark of the underground railroad would have been seen in my window pane.
In the dark quiet I understood that this was not a hypothetical question. There is a great slaughter of human life. I have always known it was wrong. But I have done nothing. Nothing.
I have proved to be the man who watched silently as they loaded my neighbor on the cargo train of death. They claimed he was less a man than me. I knew better.
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