| Poems Express Dimensions of Genocide Poems Express Dimensions of Genocide Eleven Lines for Elie Wiesel By Chris Cook Cold Spring Harbor High School, New York When. When one child knows what he can mean. When the sun rises in his brain and he sees That a well placed rock can upset the ocean; Then. That is the beginning of the quest; The dawn of things known: The conception of a thought That can never be destroyed By the hottest fire Or the coldest heart I Was Not There By Judith A. Billings Superintendent of Public Instruction, Washington I was not there. I did not share the mental walk from disbelief to palpable despair. I did not bear the loss of home and freedom, Hunted, herded, forced behind the ghetto walls. I did not wear the yellow star. I did not see the synagogues destroyed Nor watch the ghetto burned, turned into ashes as I fled. For me, no journey crammed with others in cattle cars, No camp with barracks, guards and barbed wire bars, No rattling guns and pits, no chambers, gas and fire at life's end. I was not there. Why do I MUST I care? Judith A. Billings, Superintendent of Public Instruction for the state of Washington, participated in the 1994 March of the Living, going to Poland's Holocaust memorial sites. In addition, she and Dr. William Randolph, Superintendent of Public Instruction for Colorado, were invited by I*EARN, the International Education and Resource Network, to continue their trip on to Israel...
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