I just came from the And Then They Came for Me: Remembering the World of Anne Frank rehearsal... a play about the Holocaust. I do not have a significant role... except that I play a young Jewish child, torn from her mother's arms and sent to the gas chambers upon arriving at Auchwitz. And given today's date, given where I've just been, given what just this small high school play has done to a tiny audience, how many people, percentage-wise have cried... I'd like to say this.
Six and a half decades ago today, Jews and Gypsies and thousands of others died.
Ten years ago tomorrow Rent opened on Broadway.
Ten years ago today, Jonathon Larson died too young.
I lit my candle, the last one I have. It was used before; mom used them to make my room smell better. I wanted a fresh one to burn for Larson, but I didn't have one. All I had was the used one. For a moment I was disappointed... but then something occurred to me. He wouldn't want to have something special just for him, but something every day, something used, something that had seen wear and tear before. It's not about being special. It's about being a part of the human race. When I lit that candle, it wasn't just for him. It was for all of us. That candle might not burn as long, but it will burn, and that's what matters.
Please, for the sake of every victim, every person who has given to the world in some way, just for tonight, be quiet, remember, grieve, and try to think of how to work for a better world. And, in the memory of those who have died too young, the children, the artists, the victims of war and AIDS and drugs and catastrophes, the heroes, please, tonight...
Light a candle.
Current Mood: |
 quiet |
Current Music: |
Heart on My Sleeve--Still I Can't Be Still (Idina Menzel) |
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