My day trip to the Deir Yassin Memorial

And its a sad fact that it was a day trip. Barely an hour from where I live and work and yet its a 13 hour plane ride from where the massacre actually happened.  There is no memorial at the site of Deir Yassin, there is simply a mental hospital and security guards preventing people from coming to close or taking pictures. Here are my pictures from a little town in Central New York on possibly the most profound day in my life so far.

The wonderful people who donated their time and money have their names on the back of the granite pedestal

The front of the pedestal

The bronze uprooted olive tree created by Bendib

A close up of the wreathe recognizing the 60th anniversary of the massacre last week

And the train tracks leading away from the memorial.

Its a shame that it is so hidden. The memorial is on private property, but the owners don’t seem to mind us. It’s down a little side road wide enough for only one vehicle. We parked in a makeshift parking lot at the end of the dead-end street. I encourage any and all people who appreciate peace and humanity to visit the memorial. It can be our own little Yad Vashem

I still can’t understand why people feel that the murder of women and children was justified. I commented that it was like visiting our grandfathers grave to which my brother remarked “but its not his grave.”

It might as well be.