Adam Lazarus - Thought #9 - Remembering

I remember pennies being thrown at me.  Pick 'em up Jew boy. 

I remember a teacher telling us, in shame, that her grandfather prided himself on his ashtray made of Jew bones.

I remember weeping at Yad Vashem – every time I've been. 

I remember feeling at home as a socialist in Israel – every time I've been. 

When I was five, I rememer I was at school playing in the sandbox and this boy told me he was glad Hitler killed all the Jews.  I shoved his head into the sand and held it there until a teacher pulled me off. We were both suspended. 

I remember learning to remember.