Abby White

These Children Didn’t Survive The Holocaust, But Their Art Still Gives Me Hope

At first glance, the drawings made me smile. Small, confident hands had etched them, in haphazard strokes; colors crossed the rainbow spectrum, and people looked less like humans than like blobs. They reminded me of my childhood, of my cousins, of the kids I babysit. But then I stepped closer to the glass cases and…