Well the OP chills me to the bone. I was recently at the Holocaust museum. I'm shuddering.
I well understand, my Hubby dragged me out of there after the exibit of how how people were brought into the shower rooms, the signs that lulled them and how the people were incouraged to believe all was well.
We got out onto the street and I collapsed, could not breath for crying so hard,
All my life I had read and heard about the Holocaust, I went to school with at least one kid whose parents had the tattoos on their wrist, reading Leon Uris as a kid, I thought I could handle the experience, after all what could be worse then my amagination brought on by books.
Wrong again, nothing I had read or heard could prepare me for being able to touch with my hands and be in the actual rail way car, so small that held 100 people for days on end.
Feeling the wood of a bunk bed that had held humans due for the gas chamber was and is indiscrible.
Dixie, we can be educated in schools about history, we can see pictures or even talk to the survivors, but until one gets hands on feeling the same thing the victems felt---and saw every day, then the questions come, who lived in this bunk bed, how old were they, how did they die.
This was the wake up call for my generation, humans left unchecked can cause more Evil then the Devil them self.
It has been a couple of years since Hubby had to pick me up off the side walk out side that Museum, both of us came away with memories that are different.
Hubby was amazed at how fast Germany took over Europe, his war machine ws amazing.
My most amazed fact was how fast with national Identie cards this could be done. That seemed to be the key to controll people and their movement from place to place.
Sorry Dixie, there is so much more but after 2 years it is still hard to think about.
