The Ragged Edge of Night

by Olivia Hawker

Nothing is so unworthy of a civilized nation as allowing itself to be governed, without opposition, by an irresponsible clique that has yielded to base instinct. It is certain that today, every honest German

is ashamed of his government. Who among us has any conception of the dimensions of shame that will befall us and our children when one day the veil has fallen from our eyes and the most horrible crimes—crimes

that infinitely outdistance every human measure—reach...

There is only so much one person may give before it exhausts your shallow well of courage and leaves you damned and dry.

Before outrage becomes commonplace, and you grow used to the horrors of this life. They count on it, the Nazis—and other villains, too.

They plan to burn this world down—our old ways of being. From the ashes they will build the world anew, after a fearful

pattern, after their own bleak design. But the flames can only devour what we leave unguarded.

Nothing feels more futile than hope.

History is our guilty conscience; it will not let us rest.

darkness cannot last forever. And beyond night’s edge, there is light.