Hadamar Rhetorical Analysis

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How can my fellow community members in Hadamar do nothing, while you murder my son and others with mental illnesses? As this question continues to plague my mind, I cannot fathom how you justify these actions. My son, Jonathan, is not “genetically defective” as you say, my son is not a “financial burden,” and my son is certainly not “inferior” to any of the other Germans. My son is a true gift from God, not some barbarian whose only use is to be gassed. This is not only an abuse by the government, but an injustice for those suffering from mental illnesses. Imagine if you were my son for just one moment. Finding yourself thrown in a grey bus with blackened windows, watching your fellow townspeople stare as you were transported into Hadamar.
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