I first learned about the Holocaust in school. The Japanese invasion of China more deeply impacted my parents, and they held a deep animosity towards Japan; they never mentioned the Holocaust though I’m sure that they were aware of it. Hearing the details with both scale and severity of the Holocaust remains something that I can scarcely wrap my head around. However, the callous treatment of the victims amplified the sheer scale of the devastation. You see pictures of bones piled up to the ceiling of those rooms. I heard stories of soldiers pulling gold fillings off the skulls in order to pocket a little money. Similarly, they ransacked the luggage of the dead for any valuables. The heartless way by which they treated human life, without any iota of dignity, was horrifying.
Of course, these horrific crimes weren’t limited to the Jews in Germany. They included many other groups that did not align with the Nazi Germany ideology. Soldiers used badges like pink triangles to distinguish between groups. Every single detail sends me into despair. Including the fact that they conducted science experiments on these people. I have a friend whose mother survived the Holocaust; the idea that either he or his family may simply not exist because they’re part of the wrong group is one that I can’t comprehend.
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