The Ragged Edge of Night

by Olivia Hawker

In the name of making Germany great, we have forced our men to choose between the lives of innocents and their own wives and children.

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 the light of day?

We’ve kept ourselves out of trouble here in this town. Refugees will only complicate our lives. Who needs the bother?”

How we must complicate Jesus' life.

What good is a comfortable life if we don’t know the meaning of love or mercy?”

Are we good people, here in Unterboihingen? Do we heed the words of Christ, and care for our brothers—even for strangers among us? Or are we selfish as Judas, selling what is holy and good for a few pieces of silver?”