Okay, so maybe this is a slight delay, but you have to forgive me, my mind’s been somewhere else these past few weeks…

I wrote this column, ideally, to be printed on Yom HaShoah, but they decided it was so good that it had to be printed a few weeks ago. Now, with Passover looming large, a statement about being numb to the stories of our past, brought to you by the Jewish Journal (if you want an actual copy, see me)

Love, Reina

Numb? Never Again

When I was 16, I visited the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C., on a school trip. It’s a five-story museum with numerous artifacts and exhibits demonstrating the treachery of the Nazis.

Most people in our group were dumbstruck. Some were in tears. I was just numb. I felt nothing. And it scared me.