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I sat in the staff room, refreshed by a cup of sweet tea.
Mr. Wilkinson, having assured me that my talk had had a profound impact on his pupils, had gone to his next class, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
A television was on low in the background, a twenty-four hour rolling news channel, and suddenly I was crying again. This time not over events seven decades past, but over tragedies taking place even now.
As I watched reports of ethnic cleansing, of terrorism and genocide, still taking place around the globe today, I could not help but wonder if we had learned anything at all.
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