I was born in the second half of 1945. It wasn't until I saw photos in Life magazine that I had any understanding of WWII. I wa perhaps eight or nine. I remember seeing the photos in Life magazine of the frail people and of course those piles of bodies of those who had not survived. I grew up among loving people, fiendly, diverse neighbors and I couldn't understand how people could do such things to others. I cried then and I'm crying now as I write this. I've been to the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. twice, and also to Auschwitz. If there is doubt in your mind about how horrific, calculated and evil the intentional extermination of Jews was then there is no hope for you as a human being. There are many additional examples of evil but the totality of the Holocaust is beyond all else.