There are so many horrific images of the Holocaust, Films and pictures of corpses on carts. Photographs of women and children being executed. There is a disturbing photograph of a Jewish lady with ripped clothes being chased by young children.
All of these images are very powerful but I have decided to limit those images in my blogs. Not because I don’t find them important because they are, but basically for 2 reasons.
- After doing these blogs for 2+ years I found they had an impact on my well being,both physically and mentally.
- It is so hard to fathom these pictures that people get desensitized by them , and they become more like raw data and the stories behind them are forgotten.
Other images , although not graphic in nature, can be more powerful and heartbreaking. Pictures of daily objects.
Pictures like the picture of a child’s shoe which was found near the gas chambers at Auschwitz.
It is not just a shoe but also a story. The story of a child whose name is forgotten.
The story of a human being whose life was cut short because of hate.
A shoe which was put on every day, sometimes with the laces untied because the child was so eager to go outside and play with friends or to kick a ball.
On the other hand that same shoe was put on and the child was deliberately delaying putting it on and tying the laces, because he or she did not want to go to school.
A child whose future was robbed, and whose potential was denied to flourish.
What is even more heart breaking it was only one shoe that was found, It became a symbol of a broken life, a life interrupted.
So you see it is not just a shoe but a chronicle of the short life of a child,