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Comments about Jonathan Dick
Yom Hashoah 2015
I was born out of the frozen ashes of six million
Jews, coalescing in death like a rat king
suffering under the hailing weight of cultural
compliance. I was born mangled, with my arms
bound together by shackles of hate, and disgust
was a virtue of maniacal personhood, an obsessive
compulsive cleaning, like a chametz burning.
I was born, gutted and distrusted by all who definitely
and assuredly, and evidently cared
about the me’s and the I’s and the we’s
of ideological fortitude.
I was born, with eyes forever pointed
to the trauma of my people,...