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Hold on just a tick. Listen, I’m Jewish, so I’m perfectly capable of understanding that what he did was just…..well, there are no words for it. But let’s not round it up to simply Jews that got killed. It was six million people that died in those camps, not just Jews. Did you know that homosexuals were sent there, too? Yeah, I’m sure you did. They had to wear special little symbols on their clothes. Do you know what it was? It was a pink triangle.
It was six million PEOPLE.
But you let that roll over in your mind for a while and you are going to forever see this man as a monster, but that’s not what he was. He was someone who thought he was truly doing something right for his nation, no matter how shitty he was doing it. Believe me when I say that I don’t like him. I really don’t. My grandfather’s brothers died in those camps, and my grandfather escaped to Spain, then to Mexico. He was lucky.
This is not a monster holding hands with a little girl.
This is Adolf Hitler, a man, holding hands with a little girl.
Yeah. It’s fucking scary. It really is. Do you know why?
It’s because you’re seeing that he wasn’t, in fact, a monster. You’re seeing in this picture that he was a man. He was a man, and that’s really the saddest part of it all.
As a History major who specializes in the history of early modern Europe, I’ve studied a lot of dictators in detail, not just Hitler. The number one mistake anyone could ever make in history is making the assumption that only inhuman monsters are capable of doing terrible things.
Stop dehumanizing Hitler just so you can reassure yourself that “normal” humans aren’t capable of doing bad things. Hitler liked children and dogs, he was a vegetarian and he cried like a little boy when his mother died. I’m not saying he was a good, innocent person, but when you stop attributing human characteristics to historical figures like Hitler, it’s how you overlook people just like him in real life, and it’s how people like him end up back in power.
That last statement.
Human beings as a whole are the most dangerous animals on the planet…we’re the only ones that kill for the pure joy of it or even sexual gratification. “Normal” humans have committed some of the most horrid crimes in history some for no other reason then ‘want’ or ‘belief’ .
my mother taught me not to place all of my happiness in someone because they’ll take it with them when they leave and I’ll be alone and broken and miserable again.
If I ever have a daughter I’m going to teach her not to place all of her happiness in that boy with pretty eyes who grabs her waist and makes her feel alive again. Not because he’ll steal all the happiness she had left in her when he drops her for the girl who just moved down the street with blonde hair down to her ass who speaks as if she knows exactly where to kiss him, but because when you let a boy wipe away all your tears, they’ll burn into his hands. When you let him kiss your scars, he’ll taste them on his tongue and no amount of alcohol will wash the flavor of sadness out of his mouth. When you ask him to fix you, his breathing will get heavy and his hands will start to shake when he realizes that some of your pieces are missing, so he’ll tear himself apart trying to find ways to make you whole again, but now he’s broken too. When you’re drowning on one of those nights when things get really bad, when the waves are grabbing at your ankles and crashing against your body as hard as you can and your lungs are caving in on themselves, he’ll jump in and save you, but the waves will pull him under too.