The Least of These

Several years ago I sat watching a video with my 2 young daughters. It was a movie version of a book my youngest daughter had read for school. I watched the entire movie and when it was over I was inconsolable. I cried and cried. The ending was tragic. As a parent I felt my own heart was being ripped out of my body. The name of the movie was The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. Now, before I go on, let me warn you: SPOILER ALERT: If you have not seen the movie or read the book, if you continue to read this post I will spoil the ending for you. The story centers around a German family during World War II. A young boy and his family move to a new house. The new house just happens to be adjacent to the property that is housing a Concentration Camp. Why would a family choose to live next to a Concentration Camp you might ask. The boys father is a high ranking officer in the SS, Hitler's Nazi Army, and he is in charge of the camp and all that goes on there. As young boys often do, he gets bored, and one day, decides to go exploring in the lush woods that surround his home, disguising the ugliness of the camp. He comes upon a large fence, and, as most little boys would be, he is curious and begins to explore along the border of the high fence. He meets another little boy on the other side, dressed in striped pajamas. They strike up a friendship, and the little boy on the outside visits the little boy on the inside almost daily. As their friendship grows, so does their desire to play together without the fence separating them. They make a plan for the boy on the outside to get in, and to go unnoticed while they play, he will wear striped pajamas too that the little boy on the inside has somehow smuggled. The day comes to embark on the big adventure. Both boys are inside, together at last without the fence separating them. There are lots of people in striped pajamas, and it just so happens that the day their adventure begins on the inside was the day planned to go to the showers. Hand in hand they walk in together, one Jew one non-Jew, neither knowing what is really in store for them. I sat there watching, horrified, hoping against hope that his Father would realize what's going on in time to save them. Please make this a Hollywood, happy ending, but that was not to be. Both little boys die in the gas chamber that day. The German boy's father is devastated. The man who had overseen the murder of hundreds of children and adults was devastated because his own boy was just like all the others in his striped pajamas that day. All the others that didn't matter, that needed to be eliminated, that were a threat to our HOMELAND. Are these words sounding familiar? They should because we are being told the same thing about people who are different from us, and when I say different, I mean non-white. Yeah, I know I hardly ever get political in this blog, but this is not about politics!!!! This is about human compassion. The current administration is working hard to keep us(America) safe from illegal immigrants. They have a zero tolerance policy for anyone trying to cross the border illegally, and it is a misdemeanor. Families who are seeking asylum in this country are being separated. Children are being taken away from their parents for "baths" and then never returned as parents are detained. The children are being kept in pens, cages. I'm sorry, but the similarities are too great! This is scary and cruel and rings true with every dictatorship I read about in school from Hitler to Idi Amin, but this is my country, where I have lived for 54 years, and where we have welcomed people. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe FREE..." "Keep 'em out! they're takin' our jobs!" "Keep 'em out! they're rapists and murderers!" "Keep 'em out! They're foreigners!" "Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or ill or in prison and did not help you? He will reply, ' Truly I tell you , whatever you did not do for the LEAST of one of these, you did not do for ME!" ...Matthew 25:44-45.

Blurred Lines

Today is D-Day. It took place on June 6, 1944. I was not alive at that time, but countless people gave their lives that day so that I could live in freedom. We (America) went to war and attacked on the beaches of Normandy to rid the world of a very real threat. The Nazis were taking over Europe. I have posted this clip long ago, but it is worth watching again. It is the first part of Saving Private Ryan by Steven Spielberg. If you think war is just a video game, watch this. It will change your mind and your perception of what combat is like forever. (WARNING: Language and Violence)

When I think of what is happening in this country right now, I am so sad. What is going on right now is a slap in the face to these men who risked their lives to fight a very real enemy. An enemy we have let creep back onto our streets, OUR STREETS, the streets of America. Hell, on the college campus not an hour away from my front door, people marched through the streets with NAZI flags and chanting Nazi slogans, and the president did not speak out against them. When did the line become so blurred of right and wrong, between the good guys and the bad guys? How can we spit in the faces of these men who literally walked into a massacre on Omaha Beach by even entertaining the thought that Nazis are on the side of what's right? Do you want to tell them or their descendants that they died that day for nothing because really the Nazis aren't so bad. I don't. How long are we going to let this go on?  “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” Edmund Burke.