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NOT EVER AGAIN
The hands that clasped mine,
the arms that embraced me,
the tears that mingled with mine strengthened me and gave me hope in those very places where for many hope had once failed.
Not this time. Not ever again.
That was what I learned.
And that was what the marchers learned. We did not return unchanged.
—Harold Lass, March of the Living, 1990
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