God help us

Watching Band of Brothers and we're on the episode where the American soldiers find the concentration camps. I can't watch this without weeping. I still can't fathom how human beings can treat others like this. It is just beyond me.

When I was in high school, my parents took me to Germany and I wanted to find one of these camps. No one would tell us how to find them. We did go to Nurnberg and toured the site of the Nurnberg trials. I didn't know German, but I knew enough to be sickened by two little old German ladies on the tour with us. I could see them smiling as they talked about Hitler. Smiling. Swear to God. I thought, perhaps, that they were sharing a joke or something. Then, I saw others on the tour who spoke German looking at these women with distaste and stepping away from them. My initial feelings were correct. I was amazed. Here I was standing shoulder to shoulder with women who were probably children in that era and listened to their parents speak so highly of Hitler and his goals. I thought I was going to be sick.

Some day, I will go to Poland and see Auschwitz. The Holocaust is something that can never be forgotten. To those who claim it didn't happen, please listen to Martin Spett, Leo Schneiderman or Lilly Appelbaum Malnik. I think they have a little something different to say.

I'm going to have to make my way to the Dallas Holocaust Museum. I'm investing in an entire box of Kleenex for that trip.