Who among us has not hurt another?
But why is it always men portrayed with greatest
fanfare and magnitude as if women were only
handmaidens and could not commit horrendous wrongs?
A scissored chain of cut-outs, all angled and bronzed
not at all something golden, but more like sandstone fractures
a long line of replica-men moving towards some higher
ground making it both personal and impersonal.
The figures look like old Jewish men.
Do they carry the memories of Auschwitz and why would
they be atoning for something they were the victims of?
Because among them were Jews who sold them out?
Is it in all of us, this quality of perpetrator and victim?
Or maybe the figures are saying, when awareness of
one’s iniquities come, there might also come
a desperate need to make things right.
So many ways of interpreting a chain gang.
Still, the point is that everyone has committed some
wrong at some time in their life and there may be women
in the back under those ripe wheat-colored robes.
Can you see your face? Do you know how to make it right?