First They Came, by Martin Niemöller

My middle child has never heard of the poem pertaining to the people who turned their heads the other way and said nothing…. but she sure sounded a bit familiar with the concept.

Daughter: When brother splashed water on me, you said nothing. When brother pinched my skin and made my finger bleed, you said nothing. When brother kicked me because he thought I was in his space, you said nothing.

In any event, I continued to say nothing because I was too busy trying to remember where the hell I had heard those familiar words.

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