As a privileged American white male I was struck, sobered, saddened not only in the way we all are when presented with information about the Holocaust — but also by the realization I had not even considered this aspect before. I’ve been to the concentration camps, deliberately stood in the courtyard without a coat on a cold winter gray morning … just to try to get some inkling of the tragedy and misery. I’m no student of this time but have read and investigated probably above the average amount. In my life I have met and visited with men with the numbers tattooed on their arm who were there. I’ve read Viktor Frankl and Elie Wiesel. Then along comes a simple post that reminds me again … I have no idea, I don’t have a clue.