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Posted by tinako on December 5, 2010

I watched one mother staring at a youngster three pens away. The youngster was staring back. When the mother called out, the youngster answered. While watching them, I thought about the story I read a few days ago by a writer who is a holocaust survivor. He tells of getting off the train at the camp and being lined up with all the men. His mother was lined up with the women. He watched her line move forward and as he and his mother looked in each others eyes, they had no idea that would be the last time they would see each other.

Now, what was bellowing has turned into the cow equivalent of screaming and moaning…  The neighbor at the bottom of the hill told me that the first year she lived here she cried through the whole round-up season.

Rae Sikora, on watching cattle rounded up for slaughter this weekend

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  1. Rob said

    A very astute, very saddening, observation. This reminds me of Charles Patterson’s book “Eternal Treblinka.”

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