My dear Brother Abraham:
All of us who have family whose ashes are mixed in the fields around the nazi death camps, the German death camps in all the countries they occupied, whose family members were murdered by peasant mobs who were given carte blanch to kill us, whose families were murdered by the death squads are a single family, Roma and Jewish. We could not escape our skins and our blood was our crime. The minority voices on forums such as this wether inspired by hatred of our blood or ignorence give us another chance to bear witness to the missing places at our tables in a greater community than our family gatherings when we alone see the empty places.
On August 3rd, in the past, we gathered for a memorial of shared memory in New York at Temple Emanu El. (I hope I spelled it properly). If we are not together this year, on Ziguener Nacht, know I am part of your family in joint rememberance.
Our witness will keep our memories alive. The greatest fear among Roma is to have ones name forgotten. We join in remember all the names, one name, the murdered in the Holocaust or Poramus.
Thanks to Mudcat for the opportunity to remember together, and I invite Gargoyle to visit the museum of Jewish heritage in New York, to see the Nazi board games on rounding up the Jews, the things made by innocent inmates of villages of death, photographs and objects which make up the evidence. You may never understand or believe, but I invite you to come and see.
Baxt, hai Satimos, hai Shalom Prala.
Larry