Reader: Samantha Pearl
I am a saint because I saved France from the English. But a real saint, a saint worthy of the name, would have stood at the ramp as the trains arrived, as the orchestra played Strauss.
A real saint would have shouted ‘get away, take their guns and kill them because they are already digging the pits for your bodies.’
A real saint would have stood on the African shore and sunk the boats waiting to steal the people from their land.
Where was the Joan of Arc to stop the Holocaust of Black and Jew?
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