I Followed The War Wherever I Could

Dachau Has Been My Own Lifelong Point Of No Return. Between The Moment When I Walked Through The Gate Of That Prison, With Its Infamous Motto, 'arbeit Macht Frei,' And When I Walked Out At The End Of A Day That Had No Ordinary Scale Of Hours, I Was Changed, And How I Looked At The Human Condition, The World We Live In, Changed ... Years Of War Had Taught Me A Great Deal, But War Was Nothing Like Dachau. Compared To Dachau, War Was Clean.

Perhaps These Men In The House Caucus Room [committee On Un-american Activities] Are Determined To Spread Silence: To Frighten Those Voices Which Will Shout No, And Ask Questions, Defend The Few, Attack Cruelty And Proclaim The Rights And Dignity Of Man. ... America Is Going To Look Very Strange To Americans And They Will Not Be At Home Here, For The Air Will Slowly Become Unbreathable To All Forms Of Life Except Sheep.

People Often Say, With Pride, 'i'm Not Interested In Politics.' They Might As Well Say, 'i'm Not Interested In My Standard Of Living, My Health, My Job, My Rights, My Freedoms, My Future Or Any Future.' ... If We Mean To Keep Any Control Over Our World And Lives, We Must Be Interested In Politics.

In The Last Camp They All Ate Grass, Until The Authorities Forbade Them To Pull It Up. They Were Accustomed To Having The Fruits Of Their Little Communal Gardens Stolen By The Guards, After They Had Done All The Work; But At The Last Camp Everything Was Stolen.

The Ends Never Justify The Means Because It Never Ends.