On April 20th of 2014, my family and i went to the holocaust museum. I knew some about the holocaust and that peoples lives were never the same after what happened to them and their families, but i never expected this.
All i saw for what felt like miles were pictures or people in small train cars dying from lack of food and water. And when they were given food, they would commit murder to get that food into their bellies and feel some sort of warmth as the food was quickly digested.
In all of my years, i never knew that one place could have so much sadness. To me, it seemed impossible. I had been to a funeral, and there were plenty of tears shed, sadness and loss flowing out of everyone who saw the coffin, but the sadness in this place was toxic. The energy that flowed off of everyone was a mix of feelings: rage, loss, heartbreak, but most of all, sadness. I felt like i was drowning in it and looking at the pictures of all of these victims, i felt a strong pull in my heart; these people didn't deserve what they were forced to do. They were good people. They were people.
To me, the people behind the Holocaust did not think of the Jews and other victims as people, but as animals. For some reason, they believed that they should be punished, that they were monsters of some sort and should be cast into the lonely, dark abyss of Hell. But to me, it's the other way around. Hitler and his weapons were the monsters, and they're rotting in Hell, wondering what would've happened... What would've happened if they had tried to stop Hitler, if they stopped the Holocaust before it even began.
