As we approach Easter, Marsh Moyle, author of Rumours of a Better Country, reflects on murder

I am writing this on 75^th anniversary of the Holocaust. I was 20 when I first went to Auschwitz in 1975. It was a grey winter’s day. The camp had closed 30 years before, but plenty of people were still around from both sides of the barbed wire. Poland was under communism, and the Russians who had liberated the camp were now seen as the oppressors. No culture, nation or person comes away clean when examining issues of oppression. It takes courage to hold the gaze of such a dark subject because the mind’s eye wants to avoid it.

I remember talking with a friend about the depression that lingered over me for weeks after my first visit. He told me I would not come to terms with it until I learned to recognise the anger, envy and hate in my own heart. Occasionally, I have remembered our conversation… (Register to read the rest of the article)