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Today is the Holocaust Day of Remembrance.

I am not Jewish. I grew up in neighborhoods with Jewish families -- at some points in my lifetime, Tucson has been as much as 30% Jewish. I have dated several Jewish women. I count more as friends. I have gone to shul with them, and to Seder. I have listened to friends' elders with numbers tattooed on their forearms, and observed the behavior Spiegleman described, of survivors obsessive about not letting things go to waste.

It didn't start with gas chambers. It started by isolating Jews. Taking away their rights, turning them from "us" to "them." Making them wear markers of their status. Herding them into walled neighborhoods.

If you think it couldn't happen here, I invite you to remember with me the Japanese internment camps of World War II. No; there was no systematic murder of camp inhabitants, but then, the closest the Japanese ever got to North America with a fighting force was Hawaii. If the American carriers had been in port, tied up alongside the battleships on that December morning? People like me might well have been stood up against walls and shot.

One of my personal heroes, Chiune Sugihara, was Japanese consul in Lithuania. Sugihara-sensei wrote thousands of transit visas so Jews could get out of Lithuania before the Germans arrived. He's credited with saving between ten and forty thousand lives. He was ordered not to. He did it, anyway. He paid with the destruction of his career. He never voiced any regret over it.

Jews were not the only ones killed by the Nazis in their camps. Soviet POWs, ethnic Poles, Serbs, disabled individuals, Romani, Freemasons, Slovenes, Homosexuals, Jehovah's Witnesses, and Spanish Republicans were all targeted, and died by the thousands or hundreds of thousands. "Social deviants"—prostitutes, vagrants, alcoholics, drug addicts, open dissidents, pacifists, draft resisters, and common criminals ended up there, too.

Nor was the killing confined to the camps. Einsatzgruppen of the SS traveled with the army, and committed massacres at the front. In the Ukraine, at a ravine called Babi Yar, Jews were marched in, forced to strip, and then herded into the ravine, where they were machine-gunned. There were literally layers of dead people, and the machine-gunners would stand on corpses to make sure they were all dead. When the operation ended, the Nazis collapsed the walls of the ravine to bury some thirty-three thousand corpses.

Frequently, political prisoners and dissenters would be interrogated, and then simply shot. They were buried in unmarked graves.

I am a woman. I am a Sapphist. I am a writer, and a dissident. I am disabled.

So when I see the Squatter in the Oval Office, and the Christian extremists standing in his shadow, I worry. I see them promising to publish daily lists of crimes committed by immigrants -- a literal echo of a policy by which the Nazis published weekly lists of crimes committed by "undesirables," I worry. When I see a man who has publicly endorsed torture of children because someone accuses them of homosexuality, I worry.

Because it didn't start with the gas chambers.

And I don't want to stand in a line of "perverts" while one of the Squatter's enforcers, legitimized by a uniform and perhaps a badge, walks behind us with a glock and leaves a bullet in each skull. I don't want to be stripped and machine-gunned in a ravine. I don't want to die of starvation or asphyxiation in a boxcar on the way to a camp. I don't want to die in a gas chamber disguised as a shower.

Because that's where it ends. Unless we stand together now, and make it go someplace else.

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