History of Sorts

This might seem like a strange statement for me to make to the people who read my blogs, but when it comes down to it, I know very little in relation to the Holocaust.

Yes, I do know the statistics and the numbers.

Yes, I do know the stories of the survivors and even a lot about the whole history of the Holocaust and all that happened leading up to it.

But I do not know the pain which was suffered. I just cannot fathom the last seconds of life in the gas chambers or the moments before being shot in the back of the head and being pushed into a mass grave.

I do not know, nor do I want to know, how it feels to be so evil that you don’t hesitate to kill children, women, and people who are sick—without even blinking an eye.

I do not know hate for someone slightly different than me. I embrace our similarities and learn from those differences so that I can become a better human being.

I do not know the guilt survivors have—especially since they have nothing to feel guilty about. They survived, and that is all that matters.

I do not know what it is to be a victim of the worst genocide in history.

I decided to use the yellow star of David for this blog because it is the Jews that suffered the most, but I could have also used a pink triangle or a black one. There were so many markings to identify people and class them as subhumans.

I know why, and equally, I don’t know why—the Holocaust happened.

I don’t know why people now are willing to forget and are ready to “move on.” You don’t move on from this—this needs to remain ingrained in our minds forever.

NEVER FORGET