We need to do better
I was in 6 th grade when I first truly learned about the atrocities of World War II. My reading teacher, Mrs. Rose a woman who normally bared a huge smile was somber and quiet when we read about The Holocaust. She told us how people didn’t believe it actually happened, how people went on into the world and refused that these crimes against humanity were taking place. I was shocked that people were letting these crimes happen and obediently following along. People had begun to turn a blind eye to their neighbor. I couldn’t fathom how people went about their lives knowing others were dehumanized. I couldn’t even grasp the idea how there were men and women who believed that those camps were good, or chose to work for them. They felt justified in their hate. But today? Today I sit here, and I can see it again. This time it isn’t a teacher telling me something that happened years ago, it’s the news telling me what’s happening in my own backyard. People ar