In the Face of Hatred, Americans Can Speak Up or They Can Look Away
There is a strip mall across the street from Auschwitz.
From the commandant’s house at Plaszow it’s a short walk to McDonald’s.
Belzec is in a residential neighborhood.
I didn’t expect that.
In 2005, when I joined an interfaith pilgrimage to these camps where the Holocaust happened, it kept surprising me to find them located, not in deep woods hidden from prying eyes, but smack in the middle of urban areas.