From the depths of the mirror, a corpse gazed back at me. The look in his eyes, as they stared into mine, has never left me. - Elie Wiesel

Indifference is the sign of sickness, a sickness of the soul more contagious than any other.

We must choose between the violence of adults and the smiles of children, between the ugliness of hate and the will to oppose it. Between inflicting suffering and humiliation on our fellow man and offering him the solidarity and hope he deserves. Or not.

People thought this was a good thing. We would no longer have to look at all those hostile faces, endure those hate-filled stares. No more fear. No more anguish. We would live entirely among Jews, among brothers...