Glass shattering in flames, our hothouse bed

[sovay]

If left to myself, I don't happen to observe International Holocaust Remembrance Day, but it still registers that the first news I saw when I got onto the internet after a separately difficult night was the banning of Art Spiegelman's Maus (1991) by a Tennessee school board on grounds of nudity and inappropriate language. Any impediment to the teaching of the reality of the Holocaust is, I am sure, one hundred percent inadvertent, regrettable, and just to be lived with. Nothing personal. Some people's children must be protected from knowledge that others are never permitted to live without, but then, some people's children are really people.

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[batdina]

I don't even have tears left to cry.

Some people's children must be protected from knowledge that others are never permitted to live without

I lived in small town NoCal as a teenager and was forced to listen to more crap about what did or didn't happen to my family than I care to think about at this point in the night. There will probably not be much sleep anyway, but in this case what I really want to do is scream to the heavens the names of the parts of my family I know, much less the ones I don't.

And I, too, rarely speak any longer on January 27.

[sovay]

There will probably not be much sleep anyway, but in this case what I really want to do is scream to the heavens the names of the parts of my family I know, much less the ones I don't.

If you screamed or if you slept or if you didn't: love. And for the holes of their memory.