In Footsteps

by Katrina Clarke At Auschwitz, I stare at the sky; I want to imagine there was hope; I want to imagine that birds flew and trees had leaves even when humans killed each other here. The horrors don’t feel real today; The hot sun dulls my knowledge of a land millions were murdered on; This place feels like […]

Keep the Rebel Spirit

By Natalie Lampert  I cried hard reading the headlines the morning after 49 people were murdered at a gay nightclub in Orlando, Fla., in the deadliest mass shooting in U.S. history. I cried for the victims and their families. I cried for our country that is bruised and sick and hurting. Almost immediately, I thought of […]

A Walk With Death

By Christine Ruston I sit typing, tapping, scrolling through hours worth of notes about my local neighborhood commission meeting. Losing focus while sorting the quotes and rulings — not an option. I know that if I were to cease my motor-like actions I would fail to meet my deadline. I think to myself: if this […]

Do Not Go Gentle

By: Dayton Martindale My family attended St. Maximilian Kolbe Catholic Church in Westlake Village, California, from before I was born until my high school years. I went to mass almost every Sunday and even spent some time playing piano in the youth choir. Neither my faith nor the church community was ever a big part of […]

Peace at Auschwitz

By: Priscilla Thompson When I was in the 7th grade, I read Night by Elie Wiesel, watched a movie about Anne Frank, and did a whole unit on concentration camps in English class. In the 8th grade, I took a class called “World Cultures,” in which my teacher spent weeks talking about the Holocaust. Almost […]

Claiming grief

By Catherine Bennett It is instinctive to want to seek some part of ownership of a tragedy. Perhaps it is one of the initial stages of empathy. After the terrorist attacks in Paris last year that took 130 lives, it seemed that suddenly everyone had a connection to the city that I have lived in […]

Beyond Jewish Suffering

By Rachel Gross AUSCHWITZ — When we first arrived at the sprawling death camp, I shut down. I kept to myself, walking silently past mounds of delicately painted pottery that had belonged to prisoners, wondering which of my grandmother’s kosher plates she would have brought if her mother had stayed in Poland. I lingered in […]