It doesn't matter that I have Holocaust museums in several other cities. It doesn't matter that I have seen Holocaust memorials in even more cities, across the globe. It doesn't matter how many books I read or courses attended. It doesn't matter that I know not a single ancestor's name who fell victim nor even survived. It doesn't matter that I already will never forget.
Again and again I search out these reminders. It reminds me of who I am. Of who I will never be. And of who I strive to be. Jew or not, I encourage you to experience these lessons of life, death, faith or lack thereof, courage, humanity, and the horrible absence of it.
The Richmond Holocaust museum is as good as any I've seen.
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