I know it’s not the Holocaust. So does my very sharp 92-year-old Holocaust survivor mother who remembers everything. She’s in a state of despondency and fear – again. She’s in shock that Jewish children are being murdered – again. She hid from Jew killers as a youth. She’s incredulous that Jews were killed, kidnapped, and maimed while walking in their streets – again. Her father was shot by Nazis on a Belgian boulevard. She is in a state of despair over the fact that Jews are being burned to death. Her father and grandfather were incinerated in an Auschwitz crematorium. Chants of “Gas the Jews” can be heard in her beloved New York and Stars of David are being are being painted on doors of apartment buildings where Jews live in Berlin, the capital of her birthplace.