Silence is the enemy, the voice of the dead. It is the living who must always talk about it and show the photographs and the movies and the relics - the teeth, the shoes, the eyeglasses, the letters and diaries, the clothes torn from the backs of helpless old men, terrified women and little children.
We must always remind the world of what happens when sheep obey lunatics. When we forget, we do it again. How many times have vicious men done it again and again and again.