The Diary

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The Diary

Joan I. Siegel from A Passing

In the photo she looked
like my sister’s best friend.
I was in second grade. 1953.

At recess the girls played jump rope.
The boys goose-stepped to “Heil Hitler!”
their fingers made a mustache above the lip.

A German girl in class
invited me to her house after school.
When we got there, I ran all the way home.

I’d heard my parents say Germans
make lampshades and soap
of Jewish skin. My father talked

about cattle cars, concentration
camps. I didn’t understand. He said
the girl died. I cried all night.

A Passing

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