by Paula Prindle, Orient, OH
It was raining at Auschwitz — not a hard rain, just a dreary drizzle — fitting, I thought, for a concentration camp.
The term “concentration camp” has always puzzled me. Why such a bland, neutral phrase to describe a place that was anything but? These were work camps, prison camps and, yes, death camps, so why were they known as concentration camps? Perhaps because when human beings are concentrated in one place, they are easier to control; they...
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