Inquisition Chapter Seven

With the end of a harrowing mission and the loss of two comrades come memories of the past as Diane recalls the events leading to the formation of her team. In this chapter, we meet Jones and discover a longtime secret of Megan’s. 

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Inquisition Chapter Seven

Fiction Invitation: The Inquisition

I would like to extend an invitation to others to read some fiction I’ve been working on at Wattpad. Comments and constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Thank you.

Synopsis

2028: The Age of Terrorism has not been kind to the United States. The proliferation of radical groups and police brutality have paved the way for the legal surveillance of the American people. The confirmed existance of superhumans only compounds the fact that authorities are now overworked, understaffed and hopelessly outmatched.

One woman, a combat veteran with the courage to take a stand gathers a group of like minded individuals to do what law enforcement cannot, risking her life and freedom to stop the superpowered who prey on the weak.

After riding high on a year of stellar success,  her world comes crashing down to when two of their comrades are killed in action. With the deaths of two of their own, Diane Kilmara and her team of vigilantes must find a way to escape the pursuit to bring them to justice, a pursuit that will push their friendships and loyalties to the edge. Will they survive the coming inquisition?

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Fiction Invitation: The Inquisition

Public Observation: Forgetting the Holocaust

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Today, I took a detour from the Freedom Trail in Boston (which I’ll blog about later) to the New England Holocaust Monument. The Monument is a path in Carmen Park beset first by stone blocks leading to towers of glass and steel. Each tower is plated by glass panels adorned with hundreds of numbers representing the 6 million Jewish killed at the hands of Nazi Germany. Each tower represents six of the major concentration camps liberated, each tower bearing a quote from a survivor of each camp, each tower set on a base emitting steam from its base into the inside of the tower to serve as an representation of a gas chamber.

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As I passed through on my way out of the memorial, stopping to wait for my wife and party, I stopped short of three girls standing in the first tower. I waited and watched as they asked each other questions:
“What are these numbers for?”
“What’s up with the steam/why is (the tower) doing that?”
My first instinct was to explain, but a parent came along and I continued to wait and observe. The girls repeat their questions to her to which she replies:
“This is the Holocaust.”
“What is the Holocaust?” A girl replies. I’m floored. I’m floored because the Holocaust was the attempted genocide of a culture, the rape and murder of millions of Jewish people. I’m floored because the Holocaust began with one man’s ability to convince a nation this was the right course to take. I’m floored because the Holocaust was an overwhelming triumph of evil, and these kids knew nothing about it.

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It’s not possible the girls were too young to have been taught about World War II and the Holocaust because one of them reminded the others they’d learned some of World War history some time ago. I’m sure my oldest kids have yet to learn about it. But my uneasy mind wanders to a time where all the survivors and liberators of the period will have passed. As demonstrated by the passings of Civil War and World War I survivors,  we are poorer in knowledge for our losses.

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For someone with any knowledge of what happened in the Holocaust, the memorial is quite powerful in the ability to summon feelings of sadness, loss, disgust and injustice. To someone without a clue, unwilling to stop and read the words on the glass or the etching on the stone blocks, it’s something fun to walkthrough, like a playground or a fun house mirror: the novelty wears off and you never return. When those who remember are gone, and those who remain don’t care enough, we’re looking at a recipe for history disaster in “doomed to repeat it” proportions.

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This can’t happen again: we, as a generation raised by one and raising another have to do better or risk what you see above: the triumph of evil.

Public Observation: Forgetting the Holocaust