As I sat there last sunday, I reflected that one thing we don't think about that much regarding the Holocaust, is how painful it is when a country you love doesn't love you back.
My grandfather came from Germany and left there in the 1930s. His family had been there for hundreds, maybe a thousand years. It must have been so difficult to come to terms with the fact the country he loved hated him.
Watching a security guard pull out a Jewish women from this event made me feel a tiny bit of that.