The Lie of the Century
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The photograph, which shows a huge crowd of people, densely packed in a kind of dry riverbed, perhaps dead, perhaps hiding from something, perhaps just hopelessly waiting for help, is Armageddon-like. It is not clear what this crowd of human sardines is, who or what the people in the picture are victims of, what kind of Evil was at work.
The Lie of the Century
I’m at the hospital. They ask me my name, reason for visit. I simply state that I’m the daughter of Deborah T. A few moments later, the nurse calls my name and says, Follow me. I approach a closed curtain. Dear Mother’s leg is hanging off the bed, mouth wide open, cold, just like Pop-Pop. At this point Mother is the only one left. The last of the Mohicans, of her kin. Everyone has died, so they say. Even my daughter of 14 days. I silently beg…
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