Who knew, at age twelve, that there could be a direct link between little Mary-Anne Hamilton and Adolph Hitler? But there was. The innocent Sunday school cross around her neck may as well have been a swastika, to anyone who survived the war, as my mother did. I saw a cute little girl in pigtails; my mother saw “Hitler Youth,” saw ovens and smoke and her dead grandmother.
“Jesus said, “Wherever two or more are gathered in my name, there will I be also.” The Jews never had it so easy. They had to gather ten or more before God would show up. Nine other shleppers in the room and what you say counts. Otherwise your deepest soul cry is considered idle chatter upstairs…”