It is hard to believe that there are people out there who think the Holocaust was a hoax. Even as I think about it now I am repulsed by the insensitivity of inhuman idiots who would think so many people would get together to create such an elaborate horror. Why would anyone need to lie to such an extreme? How dare you insinuate or speak out that the Holocaust was a hoax. To those who managed to survive the Holocaust it is not a hoax. It is a living nightmare that will haunt them to their graves.
I didn't know what to expect when I arrived at the museum. I had been exposed to the teachings of the Holocaust since middle school in history books. I had assumed that it be much like other museums where I could see art work on the wall and move on from painting to painting unaffected by the canvases but changed for the better for seeing them. Never did I think I would be humbled, rendered speechless and brought to tears by such a intelligent and effective way to display the horrific truth.
There I was standing amongst true life. Not just art imitating life but REAL facts and photos on the walls of how evil human beings can be. Maybe that's why people want to believe the Holocaust is a hoax. Maybe they don't have the stomach to handle a terrible truth. That human beings CAN BE EVIL. Even now I cannot describe what I experienced. I have been having a hard time even getting around to this blog. I decided yesterday not to share facts, sights or sounds in this blog. I decided yesterday to turn this into a plea.
What I saw will be with me forever. I stood next to a Holocaust survivor and believe me IT WAS NOT A HOAX. Just looking into her eyes I could feel her soul moving around inside needing to tell its story needing to share with the world of the horrors it felt and saw. She begged us to hear all the stories of the survivors for they are not bound to this earth for much longer. With tears streaming down my eyes I nodded in affirmation. A silent promise to return and learn their stories so my children can pass on their legacy.
This is something that cannot be forgotten or ignored because it is in the past. It is TERRIFYING to think this could happen again. To tell you of what I saw and experienced would belittle the purpose of the museum and would water down the message of the survivors. It is something you MUST experience on your own.
If there is one thing I learned in the museum it was this, "Change your mind, Change your heart and you Change the world." PLEASE! Go to The Museum of Tolerance. It is the beginning in your journey to bringing about change and the beginning to understanding an appreciating true love, courage and determination.
Signed,
Diva on the Move
