My Black Messiah By Sonia Schreiber Weitz May 5, 1945, the American Armies liberated Mauthausen. Sick with typhus and fever, unable to distinguish between nightmare and reality, I gazed into the horror filled eyes of a black American soldier. A BLACK GI STOOD BY THE DOOR (I NEVER SAW A BLACK BEFORE) HE’LL SET ME FREE BEFORE I DIE, I THOUGHT, HE MUST BE THE MESSIAH. A BLACK MESSIAH CAME FOR ME… HE STARED WITH EYES THAT DIDN’T SEE, HE NEVER HEARD A SINGLE WORD WHICH HUNG ABSURD UPON MY TONGUE. AND THEN HE SIMPLY FROZE IN PLACE THE SHOCK, THE HORROR ON HIS FACE, HE DIDN’T WEEP, HE DIDN’T CRY BUT DEEP WITHIN HIS GENTLE EYES …A FLOOD OF DEVASTATING PAIN, HIS INNOCENCE FOREVER SLAIN. FOR ME, WITH YET ANOTHER DAWN I FOUND MY BLACK MESSIAH GONE AND ON WE WENT OUR SEPARATE WAYS FOR MANY YEARS WITHOUT A TRACE. BUT THERE’S A SPECIAL BOND WE SHARE WHICH HAS GROWN STRONG BECAUSE WE DARE TO LIVE, TO HOPE, TO SMILE… AND YET WE VOW NOT EVER TO FORGET.
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