Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.
Remember.
Never forget.
Never again.
Bitter irony alert: with some pride, most of my Dad's family escaped Shoah. Being in North Africa was one reason - the Nazis just didn't give a fuck about those who live in the desert, so they gave most of the responsibility of governing them to the Vichy representatives. My grandfather, Jacques, a butcher by trade, actually did some business with both the locals - French, Arab, Jew - and the Germans. Sure - the Jews in Algeria, Tunisia and Morocco were treated as second-class citizens (just like the Blacks in the segregationist South), but - by some hard-to-clearly-explain miracle - most were spared deportation.
Somehow, one would wish that 6 million co-religionists could've suffered this way...
Baruch atta Adona'i, Elohainu melech ha'olem...
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