Jude said she went to the camp, sat under peaceful trees near the pond where women and children had waited for their turn. She told me the usual things – about the size of the camps, the piles of shoes and spectacles, a truth too massive to grapple with.
She told me that, wandering around those horrific hallowed grounds, Polish skin heads laughed and pointed at her and her friends and shouted: “Jews!”
She looked at me and said: “Things never change.”
