I have 8 minutes left before midnight, when Holocaust Remembrance Day will end, so let me tell you the 8 things that I remember most vividly from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum.
1. The entire museum is suffocating. Itâs quiet and somber and can sometimes feel like youâre mourning the loss of all of humanity at once. It feels like a crypt, an urn, where 6 million people are interred.
2. The Holocaust didnât start with Hitler screaming rabidly about filthy Jews. It started when Hitler slipped dangerous rhetoric into his speeches, blaming crime and unemployment on them.
3. Thereâs a three-story tall room where every inch of the walls are covered with pictures. Little kids smiling cheesily and older couples sitting next to each other, families. The only thing they have in common? Their lives were exterminated during the Holocaust.
4. A man nicknamed the Angel of Death did medical experiments on children. CHILDREN. He gouged out their leg muscles and introduced life threatening infections just to see how their bodies would react.
5. Thereâs a boxcar that youâre made to go into on the tour. Itâs a real part of a train that transported thousands to death camps. Itâs cold and itâs cramped, and the tiny windows donât give nearly enough light to let you feel relief from the nauseating claustrophobia that creeps on you.
6. There was a childrenâs transport camp called Terezin, where an art teacher helped the kids express their frustration and terror through their art. They have it hanging on the walls there. Itâs normal kid stuff. Butterflies and houses, people performing on stages. Underneath, the name of the child is written, and their date of death. 90â
of them didnât make it past 1945.
7. The worst room, by far, are the shoes. Itâs a simple exhibit. Both sides of the room have containers simply filled with shoes, old and rotten. Itâs not objectively sinister. Until you read the caption and realize that every last shoe came from someone gassed to death. Thatâs when you start noticing the petite flats and the heavy work shoes, the tiny toddler Mary Janes, faded red. You notice that each shoe had a pair of feet attached, and each pair of feet had a body attached, and each body had a life, a story, a personality, a soul, attached. And you read the poem above, which bitterly notes that the only reason that these shoes werenât burned with their owner was because they were made of leather and not flesh and blood.
8. You end in a memorial Hall. Itâs made of bright marble, and each wall bears the name of a concentration camp. There, you can light a candle. Itâs small, itâs insignificant, it does nothing to stop the atrocities committed, but helps. You look above it, and you read: âFor the dead and the living, we must bear witness.â
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