Pretty much every Sunday morning, I watch all of the news shows to get caught up on the week’s events.
Today I saw images and videos from the Charlottesville Protests.
I saw people shouting, “I won’t be replaced. Jews will not replace me.” This saddens me to the core.
These are just words and if you don’t actually think of them, you can go about your day not worrying about growing racism and white supremacy. On the other hand, if you truly think about them, it’s easy to see the sickness around these two phrases.
I have always been interested in learning about the Holocaust. I’ve had many experiences in my life that cemented this interest in such a horrifying time in our world’s history.
In 11th grade I sang in a Holocaust operetta based on the poems in I Never Saw Another Butterfly.
I played a mischievous little boy who died at the hands of the Nazis. I sang about playing with a mouse I found at home before my sad day came and I, as the little boy, died.
When I got the part in the operetta, I brought my research paper from Mrs. McNair’s AP English class about the effects of the Holocaust on the third generation of Holocaust survivors.
My parents watched the operetta held in a Unitarian church. As my parents watched the operetta about the Holocaust, the lady next to them commented about the Nazis she saw coming through the entrance of the church. “Oh, they’re Nazis, but we must be open-minded,” the lady stated.
Soon the woman learned these Nazis were part of the play and not actual White Supremacists.
I’m sure she later regretted her “open-minded comment” and went on to watch the play.
Anne Frank House
Years later, I went to Amsterdam with my husband. We saw the house Anne Frank grew up in. After reading book after book about the Holocaust while growing up, seeing Anne Frank’s house, was one of the most surreal events I have ever experienced.
Right then and there I started bawling.
I went through the rest of the tour with blurry and teary eyes. As I walked up the steps, I imagined Anne Frank walking the same steps with her family. I looked out the same window she looked out and wondered how many days she would have left in this world.
What about Winston Churchill and FDR? All the people that fought against the Nazis so many years ago? Now, white supremacists feel they have a voice?
As a United front, we must have a louder, stronger voice of love and tolerance rather than hate and supremacy. We need to not only remember the Holocaust but make sure we speak out against hatred. As privileged Americans, we happen to let a little hate slide now and then. Then these hate groups take our silence for acceptance. Therefore, these groups grow larger and larger.
As a mom, I want my two young boys to grow up in a peaceful, loving society. Be the society you want to see in the world. We can’t afford to be silent. We need to be the louder, more tolerant, more reasonable, voice in the world.
And please please remember the Holocaust… again.
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