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Cruel and Happenings

So this is a bit of a touchy subject for me to be talking about. I am not going to put you in the position as a reader to read this. So read at your own risk
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So today, in history, we watched a horrible video that I know is educational and history, but it really does break my heart.

We watched Oprah's interview on the Holocaust.

And we learned about what hitler did to these innocent Jews, to make a perfect german society.

I am really trying hard to fight back the tears right now...

He would gather a bunch of Jews and trick them to think that this-this is a happy and safe place. When it was the opposite.

They would get all of their valuables and put them in a suitcase, labeled with their name and date of birth. The soldiers would take them and put them somewhere else.

The Jews were slaves laborers.

The sad part was when they would kill them. And the way they would kill them

Tell them they are taking a shower, but end up gassing them. With toxins.

And killing children that didn't get to see what our society has become.

I don't really want to go into descriptive detail. That is up to you guys to read and get educated about the horrific things that Hitler did to torture innocent people.

Now, throughout the whole interview I felt 0 emotions. And yea, I did feel extremely bad for the people but no emotion.

When the end slate was running and my teacher flicks the light back on and tells us to "Let it sink in, and take a breather." I sit there, pondering and all of the things that happen flow back to me.

Last summer I went to a museum for the Holocaust and I felt so sad. I even saw an old man staring at pictures crying. My eyes trailed to his arm. And it had the numbers that identify who the people were during the Holocaust

He was apart of it. He escaped the madness.

And to be reminded of it, broke my heart.

Once the bell rang I got up from my chair and went to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall and leaned up against it. I rested my head on the wall and tears started to flow from my eyes.

It is so hard to believe that this is what happened to people. Such brutal punishment for little things. Our religion.

Anyway I hear the bathroom door open and I tell myself, "Ellie, get your shit together."

I wipe the tears away and fan my eyes. I flush the toilet so it sounds like I took a pee or poo already. I open the door and immediately look at me.

My eyes red and a wet face.

I look at the person who was in the bathroom with me, and fortunately, it was my friend.

She saw the state I was in and hugged me, causing me to cry again.

I hate how our to some people our race, religion, and style automatically defines us.
And this is the first time I have cried in a long time. And the fact that it was at school. with people. and their judgements. made it way worse.

I need to find my chill.
Bye <3