Editorial: A lesson from the Holocaust: Never stop telling the terrible stories
"My mother went in the gas chamber first," the Holocaust survivor recalled. "They took my sister and me to the bathhouse, shaved our heads and gave us striped clothes and wooden shoes. We started asking for our parents and crying, 'Where is Mom? Where is Dad?' They said they'd follow us, but they never did."
This was Betty Rieger of Skokie telling her story
