“There is no such thing as a New Year;
only a new snowfall, a new rainfall, a new leaf fall --
and a new you after every season’s fell.”
I have mentioned in many posts on this blog my story that details the lives of two gay, young men in the Hitlerjugend who live in Berlin, 1941.
Before the start of the war and during Hitler’s purge, thousands of homosexuals were removed, imprisoned, beaten, raped, and/or killed across Germany and other European countries.
'Effectiveness' of those crimes is key.
Gauthier and I have a lot of work to do.
How in the Hell?
Gauthier should hurt because so did his brothers and sisters.
I am a writer with a conscience. I feel that I should have no right to wield the power to distort reality on this very subject that results in a lessening of the agony inflicted on the very real people who experienced it. If I am to ever publish my World War Two story – and I don’t know if I ever will; then, I will have rendered a truer representation of the era, if not by hard facts, then by its sheer tragedy.