Thousands of lips repeated the benediction, bent over like trees in a storm.
Blessed be God's name...
Blessed be his name? Why, but why would I bless him?
Every fiber in me rebelled.
Because He caused thousands of children to burn in His mass graves? Because He kept six crematoria working day and night, including Sabbath and the Holy Days?
How could I say to Him: Blessed be Thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, who chose us among all nations to be tortured day and night, to watch as our fathers, our mothers, our brothers end up in the furnaces?
Praised be thy Holy Name, for having chosen us to be slaughtered on Thine altar?