Kudos to Jeff Jacoby for his thoughtful opinion piece, “The end of Holocaust remembrance.’’ There has been no other historical event that has had more of an impact on me than the Holocaust. The near annihilation of the Jewish people hit me hard as a child of 10, when I watched my first documentary about the Holocaust in a movie theater in Framingham.

The sight of human remains piled like refuse, one on top of the other, was more than I could bear. I became nauseated and nearly threw up, especially because, as a Jew, I was looking at something that could have befallen me. On some level, I knew that one of those bodies could have been my one of my relatives, had they not left Eastern Europe for America at the turn of the 20th century. The Russian pogroms against the Jews, from which my ancestors fled, in a strange way probably saved my grandparents from an even worse fate.

The Holocaust shaped who I am, what I believe, and even which side of the political spectrum I was to sit. It is hard for me to see how any Jew could feel comfortable favoring the American right wing, with its racist and fascist overtones, and with the cruelties expressed at its extremes.

For those of us who must and will remember until we ourselves die, it is mandatory that we never forget our own people’s experience at the hands of man’s inhumanity to man, lest it be repeated over and over again. We the living must tell of it through the ages.

Natalie Rosen

Framingham