NON-SEQUITUR BY WILEY
gotta tell ya, mister . . . thatís an awfully boring tattoo on your arm.
Itís just a bunch of numbers.
Well, I was about your age when I got it, and kept it as a reminder.
Oh . . . a reminder of happier days?
No . . . of a time when the world went mad.
ďImagine yourself in a land where your countrymen followed
the voice of political extremists who didnít like your religion.
Imagine having everything taken from you, your entire
family sent to a concentration camp as slave laborers, then systematically
murdered. In this place, they even take your name and replace it with
a number tattooed on your arm.
It was called the Holocaust, when millions of people
perished just because of their faith . . .Ē
So you kept it to remind yourself about the dangers of political extremism?
No, my dear. To remind you.